[HP] The Last Demon King

The few days after becoming a warrior were the most difficult for Harry. He also had such a period before, that was in the second year, when everyone suspected that he was the murderer of petrification and the heir of Slytherin.

You know, although it was difficult in the second grade, Ron still stood by him anyway!Now, Ron had a cold war with him because he couldn't believe he hadn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Harry walked sullenly through the hall on the second floor, and a group of Slytherin students spoke ill of him loudly and openly-Slytherin's reaction was completely expected, they always hated him, let alone It is said that the real warrior came from their academy, but Ravenclaw—he originally thought Ravenclaw would support him, but they regarded him as a thief who used disgraceful means to steal the title of warrior. Chippaqi's attitude was the same as before, but in their hearts they couldn't believe that Harry hadn't signed up for the Tournament.

"Be happy, Harry, there are two more Potions lessons in the afternoon." Hermione said, her reassurance had no effect, and Harry felt even more painful.

Two Potions lessons back-to-back - it was hell.A full hour and a half locked in the dungeon, with Snape and the Slytherins, who seemed determined to make Harry suffer as much as possible for him to dare to be a school hero.

After lunch, he and Hermione came to Snape's dungeon and found Malfoy and several students standing outside the classroom. Harry immediately raised his guard. He knew that there would be no friendly greetings waiting for him.

"Hey, Potter—how does it feel to be a warrior?" Malfoy immediately showed a malicious smile when he saw Harry: "Is your autograph still enough? Although it's a fake, you must be very happy, right? "

"Get out of the way - Malfoy, I don't have time to be silly here with you," said Harry.

"Oh, you're not as approachable as you used to be." Malfoy glanced at Ron in the crowd, and said, "It seems that Weasley was also abandoned by you, and you probably think that only Granger is worthy of you." ?”

The gloom of the past few days turned into anger and went straight to Harry's head, and he drew his wand without thinking.

"Okay, come on, Potter," Malfoy said calmly, drawing his own wand too, "there's no Moody here to watch over you now - do it if you have the guts -"

"You should say this to yourself, there is no Selwyn to protect you now, are you sure you dare to fight me?" Harry stared into his eyes and said, "She hasn't come these days Are you going to class? No wonder you're biting around like a mad dog—"

Malfoy attacked almost immediately, and Harry followed suit—

"The front teeth competition is great!"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

The two wands shot beams of light at the same time, collided in the air, and refracted them at an angle—Harry was very curious about how Selwin and Moody fought against each other, their magic was not refracted when they collided in the air— He saw his beam hit Goyle's face, Malfoy's hit Hermione.Goyle screamed loudly and covered his nose with his hands, from which big ugly boils were coming out - Hermione trembled nervously, covering her mouth tightly.

Ron hurried forward to see what happened to Hermione.Harry turned to see Ron pull Hermione's hand away from her face, her front teeth - already larger than average - were growing rapidly, and within seconds, her front teeth were Stretching over the lower lip towards the chin, Hermione touched her teeth and let out a terrified scream.

"What is the noise doing here?" A voice rang out, the owner of this voice was the person Harry hated the most at Hogwarts, who always blatantly tortured him and blatantly favored Slytherin.

"Potter attacked me, sir—" Malfoy cried out immediately.

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry said hastily, not wanting Malfoy to distort the facts.

"—he hit Goyle—you see—" Malfoy said.

Snape looked at Goyle carefully, and at the moment Goyle's face looked like... Harry thought it was like a rotting tree stump with many poisonous mushrooms sprouting from it.

"Get to the hospital, Goyle," Snape said quietly.

"Malfoy hit Hermione!" said Ron. "Look!"

Ron forced Hermione to show Snape her front teeth, but instead he said coldly, "I don't think she's any different from before."

Hermione ran off whining with tears in her eyes, and Harry thought he just wanted to give Snape Cruciatus when no one was around - if he knew how to cast a spell.

Snape ended up deducting fifty points from Gryffindor, plus one detention each for Harry and Ron.

Class was over, and Harry sat alone at the desk, his mind buzzing with rage, and he really wanted to curse Snape, turning him into countless sticky, dirty pieces.

Ron sat next to Dean and Seamus. Harry didn't even want to see him. He focused on looking at the other side without Ron. There was Slytherin's seat, and Malfoy sat in his usual seat. position, but next to Pansy Parkinson.

How long has it been since Selwyn came to class?Harry thought wildly, as if he hadn't seen her at school since she was elected a warrior, what was she up to?Could it be that they know the content of the first match of the Triwizard Tournament and are preparing for it?He immediately overturned his guess, no, this is impossible, Krum and Fleur haven't disappeared, and Selwyn can't even see the dining table.

He bet Malfoy didn't know why Selwyn had disappeared, which was why he was biting and barking like a mad dog all day.

"The antidote!" said Snape, looking around the class, his icy black eyes cooling with an unpleasant gleam, "you should prepare your own recipes by now. I ask you to boil them carefully, Then, we will choose one person to try..."

Harry lowered his head and didn't want to look at Snape, but he could feel Snape's cold gaze on him.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the dungeon, whoever it was, saved Harry from the possibility of being poisoned by Snape.

It was Colin Creevey, an underclassman who adored him immensely.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 has an hour-long Potions class," Snape said coldly. "He'll go upstairs after class."

"Sir—sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said uneasily, "and all the brave ones, I think they're going to have their pictures..."

Feeling his head hurting again, Harry glanced at Ron, who was staring intently at the ceiling.

Harry was kicked out of the classroom by Snape, and he and Colin walked up the stairs leading to the foyer: "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?"

"I don't know... probably in the Daily Prophet?" Colin replied.

"Fantastic," Harry said morosely, "just what I wanted. Further embarrassment."

Eridins had just finished her interview when Porter entered, and Rita Skeeter, the reporter sent by the Daily Prophet, was more like a reporter from a low-profile tabloid. She asked Eridins more questions. Mostly personal—say, what to say to your biological father, whom you've never met, after becoming a Hogwarts champion.

Eridins was smiling all the time, it wasn't hard, when you get used to something it's the easiest thing to do.

As soon as Porter appeared, Skeeter couldn't wait to grab him into the broom closet, and the interview took far longer than Eridins and the other two warriors combined.

Finally, Porter's interview is over, and the customary wand inspection before the game is also successfully completed. Eridins thought it was over, but unexpectedly, Bagman asked for a photo, and all the warriors and referees took a group photo , Skeeter immediately agreed and asked for a few Warriors singles-Aridins knew that she only wanted Harry Potter.

Finally, this tedious and drowsy thing was finally over, and Eridins was about to leave the room with a sigh of relief, but Dumbledore said to her: "Arridins, I have something to tell you, go to my office Wait for me? I'll be there in about 10 minutes."

Eridins could only give up the idea of ​​going back to the dormitory, and instead walked to the principal's office.

The stone monster outside the office still jumped away automatically today. Eredins walked up the long spiral staircase to the principal's office. There was no one in it. Eredins waited for a while, and Dumbledore walked out the door Come in.

"I've been waiting for a long time...what would you like to drink? Lychee juice or some dessert?" He said with a smile, as if he was going to have a tea party with Eredins here.

"No." Eridins declined. Dumbledore stared at her smile for a while, and then said, "You always remind me of one of my students, who was once as good as you."

"Voldemort?" Eridins looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's smile deepened, with a hint of admiration in it: "Yes, it was him. Few people dare to call him by his name anymore. "

Eridins didn't know what was so scary about it, but as he said, many people dare not call Voldemort by his name directly, some out of respect, like Arthur, and some out of fear, like Malfoy.