[HP] Guardian

On Sunday morning, when Harry woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. He had a dull headache like a hangover. He rubbed his stiff cheeks and slowly moved to the bathroom to wash up.He looked at himself in the mirror, his face was still pale, but he was much better than yesterday, at least he wasn't weak.

Harry dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room below.As soon as he appeared, the classmates who had already had breakfast cheered enthusiastically again.He waved his hands at them, apparently his face was ugly, and the crowd didn't gather around.So, he walked decisively to the hole behind the portrait, pushed it away, and crawled out, just in time to meet Hermione.

"All right?" said Hermione, holding up a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin in her hand. "I brought it for you... Want to go for a walk?"

"Okay" Harry nodded, the little lioness has always been wiser than others.

They descended the stairs, passing quickly through the hall without even looking at the auditorium.Soon they were striding across the lawn that stretched toward the lake.Durmstrang's big boat was moored on the lake, casting dark reflections in the water.It was a cold morning and they walked on and on, chewing their bread.At this moment the flashing of the brooch interrupted Harry's narration. He touched the eyes of the brooch, and Sirius' anxious voice came from inside.

"I heard, Harry, are you okay?" Harry softly comforted Sirius, but Sirius was still worried "No, I have to come to you, if it wasn't because I didn't take good care of you...you haven't recovered yet , I'm worried... I'll be over in a moment"

"Okay, let's meet at the screaming booth this afternoon." Knowing that he couldn't feel at ease if he didn't see him, Harry could only agree.

After finishing the communication, Harry continued to tell Hermione what happened last night.Hermione nodded in confidence and concern.

"I listened to you and Sirius, are you hurt?" Hermione asked, looking at his still pale face.

"I'm studying with him..." Harry deliberately paused, blinked and smiled sheepishly, "something went wrong"

"Could it be an Animagus? How could he lead you around like this, you're only in the fourth grade?" Hermione growled in a low voice.Apparently, she had also heard about Sirius' record when he was in school, and looked at Harry's state, and thought it was an accident due to his transformation.Harry silently said sorry to Sirius for making him take such a big blame.

"Oh! Well, don't be sad, after all, very few people can master Animagus." Hermione thought he was uncomfortable when he saw that he didn't say anything. After all, Harry was a top student like her, and many spells were cast on him. She was under a lot of pressure, she was afraid that Harry hadn't learned Animagus and couldn't figure it out for a while, "If you have to learn this, you can go to Professor McGonagall, at least she can prevent you from getting hurt."

After they finished talking, they walked into the castle, and found Malfoy with his followers at the gate.

"Ah, look, guys, this is a warrior." The three of Malfoy laughed loudly.

"If you're as ignorant as they are, Malfoy." Harry glanced at him flatly, and followed Hermione through them into the castle.

"Stand still, Potter." Hermione looked warily at Malfoy who was chasing him, and Harry held Hermione's arm to stop her from drawing out her wand.

"If you have anything to say, follow up" Then he turned his head and whispered to Hermione, "You go back first and I'll talk to him"

"But you..." Hermione was a little worried, she looked at Harry's pale but indifferent face and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you here"

Harry led Malfoy a little further away, and stood in a corner that was not easy to see, looking at the hesitant platinum bird.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at him blankly. "If you want to know about the registration, you probably asked the wrong person."

"I...I... know you didn't let it go." Platinum Bird glanced at him secretly, and then looked away as if nothing had happened. "If you want to put your name, you will do so in a fair manner. Anyway, you like to show off, don't you?"

"Oh..." Harry grinned angrily, he didn't know what to say.

"I'm not going to sign up at all, you know why..." Harry said meaningfully.Malfoy shook his shoulders, obviously knowing what he was talking about.

"You mean...someone is going to kill you?" Seeing him like that, Harry couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his hair. "Hey! What are you doing!"

"It's going to be bald anyway, what are you afraid of?" He smiled viciously, and Malfoy, who was in his early thirties, had already embarked on the road of baldness.

"Who are you talking about going bald! I'm warning you! Don't touch my hair!" Malfoy's fangs and claws were so funny. Harry leaned on the stone pillar and looked at him with joy. Malfoy also realized that he had lost his image. , glared at him fiercely, and straightened her hair with a blushing face.

"I'll give you shampoo, at least it can save you a little bit." Harry covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and didn't continue to tease him, so the platinum bird became angry from embarrassment.

"What's the matter with your face, don't tell me you were scared." Malfoy looked at him through gritted teeth, and mocked in a bad tone.

"Practicing new spells...you know, there are always unexpected situations," Harry shrugged and explained indifferently.

"What spell?" Malfoy asked suspiciously, he didn't believe this guy could be hurt by a normal spell.

"Maybe it's...the spell that can turn you into a ferret." Harry looked him up and down, and the platinum bird took a step back in fright. He realized that he was joking, and gave Harry a stern look.

"You don't look like a Gryffindor," the platinum bird muttered.Insidious, scary, at least a little bit of brains, um... and a little bit of strength, Platinum Bird counted silently in her heart.

"The Sorting Hat wanted me to go to Slytherin." Harry obviously heard his muttering, and he replied with a curved mouth.

"Then why didn't you go into Slytherin?" Platinum Bird asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Well... Maybe it's because my path has been arranged long ago, I can't choose it" Harry sensed that someone was nearby, he waved goodbye to the platinum bird, "I'm going first"

"What do you mean? Hey!" Platinum Bird yelled angrily. He frowned and didn't understand what he meant by saying this. Damn Potter, he's more slippery than a slug!

"Oh! Sir, good morning." The platinum bird turned and walked towards the castle, but bumped into Snape at the corner. He was a little surprised but still politely said hello.

"Yes," Snape replied quietly.Then quickly disappeared down the hallway.

In the afternoon, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked towards the Whomping Willow, and the big dog was already waiting for him in the screaming shed.

"Harry" Sirius turned back into a human form, and touched Harry's bloodless cheek with some heartache.

"I'm fine, I'll be back soon." Harry clapped his hands. "How's Regulus?"

"He...hasn't moved since yesterday" So many bad things made him a little upset "I discussed this with Dumbledore, he didn't agree with your withdrawal, he said let Moody help you"

Harry was still wondering how Sirius knew the news so quickly. It turned out that Dumbledore had notified him. Obviously he knew about Sirius' situation. Instead of letting him know from the newspapers, it would be better to give him a guarantee that he would not be impulsive.

"But I don't worry, first the Dark Mark, then this one. I think your name must have been put in by Karkaroff. He is a Death Eater. His accuser was arrested and imprisoned with me in Azka Ben, but he was released. I dare say that's why Dumbledore asked Moody to come over this year. Moody arrested him, but now damn it, Moody didn't watch him, it happened This kind of thing!" Sirius walked back and forth anxiously, although Moody is the best Auror ever, but now that he is old, whether he can still protect Harry, makes him worry "No! I have to talk to Dumbledore Lido discusses, come to Hogwarts to protect you..."

"You know my ability, believe me, I can protect myself." Harry smiled gently, diverting his attention "Ah! By the way, I forgot to tell you, my Animagus transformed successfully I'll show you when the mana recovers."

"Really! It's amazing! Is it a stag? Your father's is a stag, just like your patron saint." This is a surprising news, and Sirius laughed happily. His godson is really powerful, which made him a little relieved.

"You'll know next time..." His Animagus will scare Sirius, so he can't tell him more now "So don't worry now, I'm very good, right? You still have to do I can handle it."

"Then... from now on, I'll come and see you every Saturday, okay?" Sirius put forward the minimum request, and Harry nodded and agreed.

In the next few days, the atmosphere in the school was a bit chaotic. Hufflepuffs targeted Harry for stealing their glory. They all knew that Harry had some abilities, but none of them believed that a fourth grader could be so powerful. where to go.As for Slytherin... Platinum Bird hates Cedric Diggory more, because he still remembers Amos Diggory pressing him, so he is busy finding fault with Cedric recently.Harry didn't want to live under the eyes of everyone every day, and many people couldn't find him except in class.

This day, the platinum bird in Potions class moved the seat next to him again, because he found that Ron, who was inseparable from Harry, sat with someone else.Malfoy sneered inwardly, Gryffindor friendship was so fragile.

"You and Weasley quarreled?" Malfoy said deliberately in a voice that Ron could hear. Someone not far away was obviously a little stiff, and the platinum bird showed a smug smile.

"No..." Ron kept avoiding him. He really didn't want to block people. Adolescent teenagers are always sensitive, and it will be fine after a while.

"Heh... Sure enough, Weasley doesn't have any brains," Malfoy sneered at the person who turned his head.Ron pulled out his wand angrily. Seeing that it was going to be a fierce fight, Harry waved a holding spell and hit Ron.

"Shut up if you don't want to be bald." He pointed his wand at the platinum bird's hair, and Malfoy gave him a look and muttered a few words in a low voice, then Harry turned to Ron and said, "Do you want to deduct points?"

At this time Snape just entered the classroom, Harry nodded his wand to remove the holding spell, and lowered his head to avoid Ron's angry eyes.

"I think Mr. Weasley staring at me won't save your Potions score. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor." Harry looked up for a moment, but Snape didn't even look at it. Looking at him, he might be looking for faults in a bad mood today.

"An antidote for today's lesson!" said Snape, looking around the class, his cold black eyes gleaming unfriendlyly. Try..." Then he took a special look at Ron, and Ron lowered his head with a pale face.

In the previous Potions class, Snape explained how to make it, but many people were trembling because of his words to choose someone to try, especially Neville, who almost became a sieve.

"You should prepare your own formula now. I ask you to boil it carefully. After all, you are poisoned. I still need to study your pot of unknown stuff." The poisonous mouth of the old bat...Harry lowered his head and smiled secretly .

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.It's Colin Creevey.He slid sideways into the classroom, beamed at Harry, and walked towards Snape's podium at the front of the room.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm taking Harry Potter upstairs"

Snape's eyes fell from his hooked nose to Colin, and the smile disappeared from Colin's eager face.

"Potter still has an hour of Potions class," Snape said coldly, "He'll go upstairs after class."

Colin blushed. "Sir... sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said awkwardly. "All the warriors are going, I think they're going to take pictures..."

The old bat "Potter" is basically ignoring Harry now, he raised his chin, indicating that Harry can go there first and "come back later to fill up the potion"

"I'm sorry sir...he has to take his stuff" Colin said nervously in a squeaky voice "All the warriors..."

"Sorry, professor, the homework for this class..." Seeing that the old bat's face became even worse, Harry hurriedly took a piece of bezoar from the box, "This is my antidote"

"Very good! Let's go." The old bat raised his eyebrows, and then looked at him squarely. Harry smiled gently, and the old bat didn't say anything more to let him go.

Harry followed Colin upstairs to the room where Bagman was with the all-pervasive Rita Skeeter.Harry nodded to Cedric who was talking, and then prepared to find a corner to stand like Krum, but obviously Bagman didn't give him this chance. Bagman saw Harry and stood up quickly, his body Jump forward.

"Ah, here he comes! The fourth warrior!"

"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Harry nodded politely.

"Not bad! The condition is very good, you probably don't know it yet, we will check later whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in the future competitions, wands are your most important equipment. Experts in Upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then some photos. This is Rita Skeeter" He pointed to Skeeter "She's writing an article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet Small article..."

"Maybe it's not trivial, Ludo," Skeeter stared at Harry.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter." Harry smiled at her.Skeeter's eyes lit up, obviously very happy that he was about to write a big news.

"Before we start, can I have a word with Harry" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry "youngest warrior, you know... just to add some color to the article"

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly, "I just don't know if Harry objects."

"Of course not," Harry replied softly.A trace of calculation flashed in his eyes.

"Great," said Skeeter, and in the blink of an eye, her bright red claw-like fingers had seized Harry's arm with astonishing strength.She dragged him out of the room and opened a side door.

"We can't stay there, it's too noisy" she said "Let me see... ah, ok, it's quiet and comfortable here"

Harry followed her into the cubicle, the familiar smile still on his face.

"Come on, honey... that's right... that's great," Skeeter said, sitting on an upside-down bucket, dangling, as if he might fall off at any moment, and then she put Harry leaned on a cardboard box and closed the door with his hand, leaving the two of them in total darkness. "Now, let me see... oh! Nice silent spell"

Harry drew out his wand and lit up the surroundings. She looked at Harry in surprise, then opened her crocodile leather handbag in ecstasy, and took out her quill and parchment.

"Harry, you won't object to me taking notes with a shorthand quill, so I can have my hands free and talk to you normally..."

"Of course, ma'am. But before I do that, I would like to say that if you don't want the news of the illegal use of Animagus to spread, I advise you to think it over before writing."

"What are you talking about?" Skeeter's satisfied smile froze on his face, and he looked at him in horror. In the dark cubicle, Harry's gentle smile made people feel creepy.

"Let me remind you, a little beetle that penetrates everywhere, ma'am, you should be familiar with it" Harry said softly "I don't think my friends and I want to meet this beetle, so... I think we're done talking, Really?"

"Yes, yes," Skeeter nodded stiffly.Gentleman Harry goes out first, leaving the space alone for the lady who needs to touch up her makeup.

Not long after, Dumbledore led the referees in together, and Skeeter came out of the cubicle, but she was no longer interested in talking, and just greeted everyone stiffly, as if seeing a dementor .Harry didn't look at her again, went to sit in the chair by the door, and waited for the wand to be checked.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander" Dumbledore sat down on the referee's seat and said to several warriors, "He is going to check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game"

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?" Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the room.Fleur walked lightly to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.

"Hmm..." Ollivander twirled the wand between his slender fingers as if fiddling with a baton. Many pink and golden sparks spewed out from the wand.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

"Nice," he said softly. "Nine and a half inches... very strong... made of maple wood...contained... oh my god..."

"Contains a veela hair" said Fleur "my grandma's hair"

"Yes, yes, of course, I've never used Veela hair myself. I think wands made from Veela hair are too capricious... But everyone has their preferences, and since it works for you . . . ” Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.Then he whispered "Orchids in bloom!" and a bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand tip.

"Very good, very good, in good condition." Ollivander gathered the flowers and handed them to Fleur together with the wand. "Mr. Digory, it's your turn." Fleur returned to her seat briskly and rubbed hands with Cedric. When passing by, he smiled at her.

"Ah, it's my product, isn't it?" said Ollivander, more excited than before, as Cedric handed him the wand. The plucked hair from the male unicorn's tail... must have been five or six feet long. I plucked the unicorn's tail and he nearly poked a hole in me with his horn. Twelve and a quarter inches... Made of Eustaceus...good elasticity. Excellent condition...do you care for it regularly?"

"Just wiped it last night," Cedric said, grinning.

Ollivander sprayed a string of silver-white smoke rings from the end of Cedric's wand, and the smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He expressed his satisfaction and said, "Mr. Krum, it's your turn."

Krum stood up, round shoulders slumped, feet splayed, and walked listlessly towards Mr. Ollivander.He tucked his wand in and stood there frowning, hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovitch's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I'm not very sure of his style...but..." He raised his wand, tossing it in front of his eyes. Go over and check carefully.

"That's right... hornbeam wood, containing the heart tendons of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum, who nodded. "It's much thicker than people usually see...very hard...ten and A quarter of an inch...flocks of birds!"

The hornbeam wand thumped loudly, and a flock of birds fluttered out of the wand head, and through the open window into the pale sunlight.

"Very well," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum his wand back "and one last...Mr. Potter"

Harry stood up, passed Krum, and walked towards Ollivander.He handed over his wand.

"Ah, yes." Ollivander's light-colored eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."

Ollivander checked his wand much longer than the others.Finally, he let a puff of wine come out of his wand, and frowned suddenly.

"Magic burn...it's really rare...I think Mr. Potter's wand needs to be repaired." The expressions of the six referees on the scene became different. Magic burns mostly occur when the wand cannot withstand the strong magic power of the user. He is only 14 years old. What a powerful magic.Perhaps the demise of the Dark Lord was not accidental, Karkaroff clenched his fists with a gloomy face.

Harry knew that the magical burn on the center of the wand was due to the spell he used, but unfortunately he couldn't explain it, and Dumbledore knew the source of his wand, so he didn't know if it would arouse suspicion.He glanced at Dumbledore from the corner of his eye, and Dumbledore was calmly watching Ollivander repairing his wand.It took Ollivander a moment to get his wand adjusted and repaired before handing it back to him.

Then they took pictures, and it took a long time before Harry went back to the Room of Requirement alone.