HP told my dad to hit you after school

There seems to be something wrong with Dream of Time.

The time Isa is in is currently passing at an indeterminate speed. One second she is still in the hallway catching up on her first potions class, and the next second she is watching Gobstone novice Harry win her five games in a row in the train. .After she painfully accepted the established facts, she said in her heart that I will wait for Brother Drag to appear——

In the next second, she returned to the light spot space.

Isha went crazy at the sight of the familiar dot of light.

"Lorenz, you are insane! Are you using the win10 system! Why did you suddenly smoke so much!?" She jumped, "I can see brother dragging in another 10 minutes—"

The light spot space is empty.

Isa turned her head to look for someone: "Huh, huh, Lorenz? Where's Lorenz?"

no respond.

The German cub actually went missing!

Stop her from seeing Xiaolong and disappearing!

Isa drifted away bored for a while, and decided to operate the watch by herself.

It doesn't matter if she plays badly: p

The line ahead was long.

"I guess after you put your name in, everyone else will be useless." Allie chewed something, putting her hands in her pockets, "After all, you have the halo buff of Xueba—"

Only then did Isa react.

The seventh grade of Slytherin is all here, everyone has a small note with their name written on it, but their core is still the seed player Isha.

Yisha looked down at herself—it was still the same school uniform, and the students around her were still from the class of 1987.Except she had a shiny badge pinned to her breast.That's the badge of the female student council president.

"Oh oh Digory voted too!"

There was a commotion in the Slytherin circle.Isa looked up and looked at the area surrounded by the students, and saw the rough-carved Goblet of Fire in the middle at a glance.

"...1994," she murmured.

At this time, the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang have all signed up.The rest of the onlookers were all Hogwarts locals.

Yisha danced for herself for seven years, feeling very confused.A lot of classmates around the Goblet of Fire greeted her. She glanced at them and found that they didn't know each other at all, but she had to bite the bullet and smile lightly: "Heh."

Cedric, who just threw his name into the cup, turned around and saw a group of green school uniforms approaching.

"Hi, Isabella." He waved to Isabella.

Yisha was in a daze, when the most handsome guy in the crowd greeted her suddenly, and she was instantly full of blood: "Hi!"

Ally poked her furtively.

"Everyone says that Diggory may be the hero of Hogwarts, you have to show the momentum to face your rivals! You represent Slytherin!"

Yisha finally matched her face with her name—wow, could it be that he is Brother Nenniu Wufang?

"Go, go, you'll be safe if you throw it in." The Slytherin urged.

Yisha spread her hand and found a small note in her palm that seemed to be cut from something. It was written in her familiar font:

"Isabella Riddle"

Isa looked at it for a long time, wondering if she saved all the notes written by Snape. Last night, she rummaged through the box to find such a note with her full name on it, and quickly cut it out for registration.

This idiot is powerful, tsk.

Holding the small note, she leaned close to the Goblet of Fire, watching the flames lick away the parchment with her name written on it like a spy destroying evidence.

Finally the ashes fell, and the Slytherins clapped and cheered.

"Stable." She heard them say to each other, "If Riddle can't get in, the dean will appeal to the black box."

...Wait a minute, how did she find out, how did she still have this magical style of painting in Hogwarts after skipping 7 years! ?

She thought that without her father's support, she should be doing well, right?

Yisha went back to the dormitory with a question mark on her head and looked through her diary.

She packed her things for a trip and found that she was still a conscientious student in the past 7 years. In the locked mezzanine at the bottom of the suitcase were the real questions and answers of the 76th OWLS exam, and the 92nd all-O champion transcript.

Isa: Die with no regrets!

She took out the papers for the 76th class and started to read them, nodding as she read them: "I have memorized them all, and I have memorized them all in the exam..."

Moreover, in the 1994 Triwizard Contest, if Cedric was selected as planned, wouldn't she have an extra year for systematic review? !

The seventh grade fell from the sky!

Really. Isa, who was stupid from reading, was spinning around happily.

...don't wait!

She seems to have forgotten something—

Yisha slapped her thigh: "The plot!!!"

She's going to die, she hasn't changed the world in the past 7 years of pure study!

Peter is on the run, Sirius has been wronged, and her father is being fed every day in Riddle's old house!

Isa was trembling with fright. How could she easily let go of so many important events and concentrate on studying hard!

No, she had to make a plot plan for herself.

First of all, in order to intervene in the plot to the greatest extent and avoid unnecessary casualties——

She still has to compete.

Goblet of Fire: Hahaha, you can participate when you want?

Go to the old house to find her father at Christmas.

Looking at the situation with the Big Boss of this world, if he's still so...unbelievable, she doesn't mind stopping the resurrection ritual.

Isa's eyes are already bright and imagining the future: warriors, warriors of Hogwarts...

"Where's the dean?" At the Halloween dinner, Isa hooked her head and looked at the teacher's seat.Her current seat is the same as that of Slytherin in the real world before, it is the first seat.The worst thing about this position is that it faces away from the teacher's seat.

"Professor Snape is on sick leave," said a boy, and Isa glanced back at him, then stared in shock—

"Draco Malfoy." Isa whispered, "Good night, good evening."

Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Not good," he and Yisha's seats are not far away, just convenient for her to see a flower in the Snake Court, "Aren't you the number one fan of the dean, and you don't even know that he asked for leave."

Because she just wore it today!

"I'm so annoyed by the age limit. If I go—" Draco curled his lips, "Forget it. Isabella, you can represent us Slytherin, and you can go."

Isa thanked him in her heart for thinking highly of herself.

"But anyhow—" he drawled his tone and said slowly, "there is no seventh year in Hogwarts who can do it better than you, right?"

Isa doesn't know!She has been skipped for 7 years, how does she know if she is so awesome!

"Thank you, Draco, thank you." Isa felt that being praised by the brother would shorten her life, "Come and eat candy."

After the Hogwarts students arrived, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang followed.Durmstrang sat at the Slytherin table, and Isa noticed that one of them had thick eyebrows and walked in a strange way.But he is the most popular, and the students are the most attentive to him.

Oh Krum.She thought, and looked back at the teacher's seat again.

Snape's seat was empty.

When they sat down close together (Draco contentedly next to Krum), Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Everyone—"

Isa put her hands in her pockets and blindly counted the candies.Every time she listened to the speech of the school leader, she was distracted.

"—chosen by the Goblet of Fire, fair and just—"

Maybe you can give Scarlett a suggestion. In the future, Hogwarts gods and goddesses can use a similar magic prop to count votes. What kind of jellyfish cup and magical conch cup...

"—for the great support of the Ministry of Magic and all walks of life—"

Snape was sick?What could be wrong with him... he finally found out that he had an oil field hidden under his scalp?

"—Thank you, everyone, thank you."

Isa immediately clapped loudly and vigorously, as if she was listening to every word.

Then came the lengthy procedure again.When Filch took out the Goblet of Fire, Isa almost punctured the wooden table.

The flames in the Goblet of Fire are jumping very actively at this moment.It spits out Beauxbaton's note handsomely like a joint flaming kicker.

"Fleur Delacour!"

Isa stared straight at her.Furong seems to be shining, her silver hair, her gait swaying with the action, her confident and proud expression...

"Hey." Allie poked her, "You make us who live in the same dormitory with you panic."

"I'm straight straight..." She stared at Fleur's back until she entered the small room.

The second note spewed out, there seemed to be no suspense——

"Victor Krum!"

There were more applause and shouts, mostly fans.

In the third picture, the flames became brighter, and Isa's hands gripped the wooden table tightly, her eyes widened and widened.

"Hey" a note spewed out, Dumbledore caught it steadily, he glanced at the name on the note intently, this moment was delayed for a long time, Hogwarts calmed down and waited for the warrior——

"boom!!!"

The sound of the auditorium doors closing terrified the students, who were immersed in tense silence.Individual juniors slipped off the bench.

Isa originally wanted to take a look at the daredevil who came in at such a good time, and there were not a few people who had the same idea as her.

Dumbledore seemed to enjoy the interruption of the reading, as he had said before, how much he liked to tantalize people.

"The champions of Hogwarts are—"

Isa turned her head to stare at that idiot——

Snape, who had originally asked for sick leave, walked behind the teacher's table and looked at her with burning eyes.

Isa shivered violently——

Snape came in just now?

It's over, what should I do if I silently called my male god an idiot just now!

Allie poked Isa: "Here, the dean is back."

"Yes--"

"I saw, I saw, he's still as handsome as ever—"

"—Isabella Riddle!"

The Slytherin table began to clap, beat plates, stamp their feet and whistle in an organized and disciplined manner.Isa stood up and greeted the whole school with a smile.

"Please go into the little room over there, Miss Riddle," said Dumbledore.

Isa nodded, raised her head and walked straight in front of the teacher's bench, when she suddenly reached out her hand on her chest and made a Hart gesture to Snape.

Pair it with a classic smirk.

Thanks to her turning her back to the students, otherwise she would be ashamed.

...Although Barty Crouch, Karkaroff and so on also saw it.

McGonagall signaled her to leave quickly with his eyes, but Snape was very strange, he didn't have the normal old bat's defensive behavior after being molested by a straight ball, and he still stared straight at her.

...White teeth, what happened to Snape in those 7 years?

She won't tease the professor badly!

So molesting also needs to be sustainable...

"Oh, hello everyone." Isa greeted after entering the room, "Bonjour!"

Krum nestled on the sofa and said nothing.

Fu Rong stood by the window, turned her head and looked her up and down carefully.

"Heroes of Hogwarts?" Her accent was thick.

"Qui." Isa smiled non-aggressively, "Hello, my name is Isabella Riddle, you can call me Isa if you want, do you know that you are really super pretty, and when you stand up, my eyes will twitch Straightforward, I said to my heart, there are such good-looking girls in the world. I should have gone to Beauxbatons to exchange for a year, but that’s fine. You have to stay in Hogwarts for a year, don’t worry, I’ll be good Your guide, I told you that the beauty of Heihu in the moonlight is crying—do you eat candy?"

Fu Rong was stunned when she heard this: "I don't eat sweets very much at night, thank you."

At least she was no longer as vigilant as the moment Isa walked in: "My name is Fleur Delacour."

"I only know a few words of French." Isa said shyly, "Hello Bonjour, and Je'taime."

Fu Rong smiled slightly: "These two sentences are enough."

"Ah, and this one," Isa turned to Krum, "I don't speak German very well..."

"I'm Bulgarian." Krum glanced at her.

Isha: "...Secrets from Longevity Village, Bulgarian Mosleyan..."

Krum: ? ? ?

"Don't mind me being stupid." Isa swallowed back her support for the Chinese women's volleyball team, "I'm Isabella Riddle, nice to meet you—candy?"

"Do not"

It was not Krum who answered, but Snape who opened the door of the room, holding a pathetic-looking child between him.

"This is our fourth warrior, Harry Potter." Snape pushed Harry into the room, followed by Barty Crouch, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Ludo Both Bagman and Mad-Eye crowded into the room.

Isa saw Fleur walking to her headmaster like a baby swallow returning home when she saw Mrs. Maxim coming in. Karkaroff naturally sat down next to Krum, and Harry was protected by Dumbledore behind him. .

...Hey, why is she the only one who doesn't have a principal to rely on!

Isa glanced at Snape, and walked up to him with small steps, whimpering: "Professor, good evening~ Professor, are you feeling unwell recently? I heard that you asked for sick leave, I'm so worried, Professor, do you eat candy?" ?”

Karkaroff was arguing with Mad-Eye about whether it was fair or not. Snape glanced at her slightly and said softly, "I'll talk about it later."

"Somebody wants the boy dead!" Moody yelled. "Karkaroff, and you, Snape, don't say you—"

"Hey! What are you doing, you?!" Yisha stared at the mad-eyed man, "Why are you getting involved with our dean?!"

Moody stared at her and began to roll his eyes wildly, and Snape calmly pulled her arm back and pulled the belt back.

"Alastor!" Dumbledore stopped Moody, "I think that's the only way we can do it."

The officials and the principals looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end they sent the warrior back to bed, and Snape asked her to come to his office, so they went together.Isa watched the back of Harry returning alone for a while, and felt that he was very pitiful.

"It's super unfair. If I were Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, I would blow up too. Originally, the winning rate was 33.3%. Now there are two people in Hogwarts, so Hogwarts' winning rate is 50%. Then what’s more, ride home and catch elves! But professor, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll bring back the trophy for the top three, and I’ll put it in your office. You lock me up every day and let me come Rub it, make it shiny and shiny—"

They walked in tandem through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, echoes of Isa's chatter bouncing back and forth.

Snape stopped suddenly at a corner.

"—When the time comes, you will be awesome in confinement, pointing to the trophy: Whoever wins the Triwizard Tournament, why don't you obediently come to me to confine you and squeeze the slug! Just that bucket! Anyone can stand in it—hey ?professor?"

Snape stopped at this corner, and the moonlight just came in through the window, illuminating a floor tile.

"You probably don't remember." He suppressed his trembling, "That day, you were lying here. As soon as I turned a corner, I saw..."

Isa: ...Huh? !

Snape turned around, and he pointed feebly at himself in the moonlight.

"Birthday surprise," he said. "The one you've always wanted."

Isa leaned on the window sill, she thought for a long time, and recalled the birthday party in the past that seemed to be very far away. Snape said that he had prepared a surprise for her...

"So, so when are you...?" she stammered.

"Today," he said, and pulled the female student into his arms.

Isa: ...Wait, I smell something in your hair.