HP Wizard Age

Astria went back to the bathroom in the room and cast a head-soaking spell on herself to soak herself in the water.

I don't know what happened to Draco, although it wasn't the first time they hugged, it always felt different back then.Just thinking about it made her feel like her whole body was on fire.

Almost at dawn the next day, the Daily Prophet appeared in everyone's hands, and the black and white skull almost occupied the entire page.

Penn was still reading the report when Asteria appeared at the dinner table, "Shortly after the appearance of the Dark Mark, a Ministry of Magic official appeared, declaring that no one was harmed, but refusing to say more. It remains to be seen whether his words are enough to quell rumors that several bodies were brought out of the woods an hour later."

"It's true that there were no casualties, why are there still rumors to tell the truth?" Asteria fed a mouthful of porridge.

"Rita Skeet wrote it, do you think you can believe it?"

Oh, she knows, a female reporter who loves to scribble about things.

During this week, not only the Ministry of Magic was in chaos, but even the Knightley family was not calmed down. The Minister of Magic and the Director of the Department of Mysteries also visited frequently.

It was the night before she started school that the family quieted down.

"Do they take prophecy as a daily divination?" Patriarch Knightley grumbled in the hall. "And that Fudge, looking at his nervous face, I think he's done his job as a minister." Mrs. Knightley patted him.

These days they are really tired of dealing with those people, and even if there is a prophecy, how can they just say it and spread it casually.At that time, their family will become the target of public criticism.

When sending Astria to the train, Patriarch Knightley was still dealing with the nobles who came to inquire about the news.

Astria waved helplessly to her father and walked to the carriage where she had been sitting.

When she entered, Draco was already in the carriage, leaning against the back of the seat and covered with a cloak.

Because of his pale face, the dark circles under his eyelids were very clear, and Asteria's eyes were distressed, and Draco opened his eyes when she just touched his face.

"Are you tired these days?" She sat down beside him.

Draco took her hand and put it on his face, humming.Some people from the Ministry of Magic came to make a surprise inspection, and then some nobles came to visit.

"Sleep again?"

Draco chuckled suddenly, nodded, conjured up a small square pillow, put it in her arms, and then lay down directly on the chair, resting his head on the square pillow.The action is done in one go.

"I'm asleep." He closed his eyes and said almost shamelessly.

Asteria was stiffened by this, but soon relaxed, humming softly, and she saw the corner of the mouth curled up by the sleeping person in her arms.

The train had already begun to move, and Bara found a place to curl up in her feathers to rest.

After feeling that the person in her arms had really fallen asleep, Astria brushed Draco's hair aside, stroked the dark spots under his eyes with her fingertips, and after reading for a long time, she began to take out a book to read .

After an unknown amount of time, she heard a strange sound, flicked her magic wand, and the box door opened, and a ginger cat was sitting there.

"Crookshanks?" she lowered her voice.

Crookshanks nimbly jumped onto the chair, put down a letter, rubbed her hand and jumped off again.

She suspended the book in the air, picked up the letter, and unfolded—

Asteria,

I don't know if I should tell you about this, but Harry and I agree that it was too weird.Well, Harry had a dream before the World Cup in which he dreamed of You-Know-Who and a guy (Harry can't remember the guy's name) who were plotting to kill Harry, and...Harry heard They say Knightley blood is needed... and prophecy, none better than the Knightleys...

We don't know if the dream will come true, but Harry says it's so realistic his scar keeps hurting.

Maybe you don't know, every time you talk about the mysterious person, his scar will hurt.And with the Dark Lord logo showing up again, we're worried...

So hopefully at Hogwarts, we'll have another chance to talk.

Hermione

Astria read this letter for a long time, especially the sentence that they need the blood and prophecy of the Knightley family.

The future can be known by using the blood sacrifice of the prophet. This is the reason why the mysterious man may attack the Knightley family, and the Knightley family has always known it.

This is too tempting for the mysterious person who has already failed once, he will not allow himself to fail again, so he needs a prophecy to be 100% sure that he is successful.

Draco thought he was just taking a nap, but he closed his eyes and sniffed his favorite smell, and felt deeply sleepy.

He woke up just as the cat jumped onto the chair, and he heard her opening the letter... Draco frowned and opened his eyes, she had been reading the letter for a long time.

"Draco?" Astria subconsciously called out as the letter was taken away from her hand.

It stands to reason that it would be rude to take away other people's letters, but Draco couldn't care less when he saw Asteria's pale face.

He sat up and scanned the letter quickly.When he saw that sentence, he frowned fiercely.

"What does this sentence mean?"

"Draco it was just a dream..."

"Riya, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

Astria took a deep breath and said, "Some prophecies do need to be known through some media. One method is blood sacrifice, using the blood sacrifices of people from the prophecy's family. This is the most clear way to see the prophecy... "

"He's after you, right?" Draco said dryly, so she has been practicing the spell desperately, just in case one day...

"Don't think so much about Draco." Asteria laughed suddenly, "We shouldn't worry about things that haven't happened yet. Why don't you get more sleep, did I wake you up just now?"

Draco put the letter in her hand, "No, I slept well, Rhea." Best sleep in days.

Neither of them continued the topic just now, and talked about the Goblet of Fire that would happen in the next year.But of course it doesn't matter to them. Their parents told them that although the regulations have been changed this year, it is only for 17-year-olds to sign up.Because too many people died in the three-strong competition, and it is impossible for nobles to participate in this kind of competition.

It started to rain outside, and the students hurried into the auditorium. The auditorium was still resplendent and resplendent, and it was even decorated this year. In addition to their four long tables, there was a fifth additional table.

This year's Sorting Hat is also a little different, it also sang a song this year.But it does not hinder the excitement of the students when they are sorted every year.

After the sorting ceremony, Slytherin House also welcomed several new students, and both she and Draco stood up to welcome them on behalf of the lower grades.

Headmaster Dumbledore gave a pre-school speech as usual, and then he started talking about things that were different this year.

"I regret to tell you that we will not hold the Quidditch Cup this year. Because we will hold a unique competition this year-the Triwizard Tournament, some people may already know..." Dumbledore repeated science The so-called Triwizard Tournament.

When he was halfway through the speech, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and a thunder erupted from the ceiling.

There was a person standing at the door, and the students who saw the person clearly gasped and died of cold.

The man's appearance is strange, almost no skin on his face is intact, the strangest thing is his eyes, like a white glass ball, can turn up and down, left and right, some people even saw it turned inside .

One of his feet is also made of wood.

"Please allow me to introduce first, this is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody." Dumbledore motioned him to sit in a seat on the right.

There was sparse applause in the auditorium.

"As we said before... Yes, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's competitors. Only students who are 17 years old - that is, 17 years old and above - are allowed Sign up for consideration. We feel..."

The students down there are already starting to resent the decision.

Principal Dumbledore followed his words, probably meaning that no one under the age of 17 was allowed to participate.

When they took the lower grades back to the lounge, Astria said, "I don't like this new professor very much. I always feel creepy when I see him." Especially the way he looked at others, as if he wanted to Hold him tight to Azkaban.

Draco didn't like the crazy professor too much either. "I heard from my dad, I heard it was a former Auror."

Astria trembled, no wonder.It was a terrible feeling.

Early the next morning they were off to the conservatory for herbology lessons and to Hagrid's hut to protect magical animals.Astria was always sick in herb class, she finally found something even more disgusting than a leech, babo tuber, it still looks like a big black slug, not to mention it has a shiny body Big shiny pussy out.

The moment she saw this thing, her whole body started to get hairy.

"Miss Knightley, why are you standing so far away, come on, stand closer, otherwise how would you collect their pus."

Almost anyone who had taken Potions with her knew that Knightley was most afraid of leech slugs and flo caterpillars.

Asteria would not come forward, and Professor Sprout knew that one of the Slytherin students was particularly afraid of this kind of thing, so she shrugged and let the others start collecting pustules.

When she saw that everyone started to collect the pustules, she couldn't hold back and ran out of the greenhouse covering her mouth.

"Poor girl," said Professor Sputrow, "Mr. Malfoy, please go and see."

Draco, who had already dropped his babo tuber, ran out as soon as he heard that.

"Why are there such terrible plants in this world. Draco, is there anything strange on my body?" Asteria kept twisting her arms, and she wondered if there were growths on her body too. .

Draco finally had to cast a happiness spell on her to bring her back to life.

The subsequent protection of magical animals also made Astria feel painful, and Hagrid actually asked them to raise snails.

"Even if I get a T in this class, don't expect me to raise these things!" She sat directly on the stone pier with a face of rejection.

Draco was of course on her side, "What's the use of keeping that thing." The Slytherins agreed, enough of everything from Babo tubers to snails.

It was entirely Hagrid's fault that the Gryffindors were grabbing those snails and feeding them.

In one class, those fried-tailed snails either stinged or fried their tails and bit people.The Slytherins who refused to feed the snails were relieved and laughed at the Gryffindors.

Harry couldn't help but suggest to Hagrid to change something when get out of class was over.

Astria was sitting in the dining room with a listless look, and Draco was handing her fruit.The Gryffindors were discussing the Daily Prophet, and Astria could hear them discussing that Mr. Weasley was in the paper again.

Mr. Weasley, she knew, was a warm-hearted man, but she didn't think being too warm-hearted was a good thing.Look, isn't he in the newspaper again?

In the afternoon, the professor of the ancient magic pattern class didn't assign any homework, so they all came back early.

The next morning, Draco waited in the lounge until almost everyone had left. Before Asteria came down, when he couldn't help but go up the girls' stairs, Asteria ran all the way down in pajamas. stairs, and hugged him.

"Draco! Those balbo tubers have been chasing me all night to squeeze their pussies." Her eyes were watery, red at the ends.

Draco tried to keep his attention on the girl's words, not on the soft touch of his arms.

He wiped the ends of her eyes, and wanted to say something, but the person in his arms jumped up, "It's time for Merlin!"

Astria hurried upstairs again, quickly finished combing, changed into clothes and dragged him to the restaurant.

Almost stepping on the class bell and running to the Potions classroom, Professor Snape glanced at it and said he didn't see it.

"It scared me to death. I thought the professor would deduct points."

"Did you have a nightmare last night?" Draco saw that the corners of her eyes were still a little red.

Asteria felt goosebumps all over her body when she thought of the scene in her dream, "Hmm! That's too bad, I should give myself a happy spell every time I go to the herbal medicine class."

"Don't worry, I'll help you." Draco arranged all the things used in this lesson and comforted her.

Astria was so moved in her heart, these words are so beautiful!