A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

I simply don't want a girl to suffer reputational damage because of some unfounded rumors.

Snape chuckled. "You'd better watch yourself!"

"baffling."

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“I told you not to mess with Rita Skeeter, and it seems you didn’t listen to me,” Ron said sullenly. “First Harry, then Hagrid, and now it’s you. Oh right, I didn’t miss out either.”

It was clearly just a pure friendship, so how did she turn it into a melodramatic love triangle? Do I look like the kind of person who gets played for a pretty face?

"Yes," Hermione said expressionlessly. "You're the one who couldn't even speak properly after being rejected by Delacour!"

Ron's face flushed with anger. "I am indeed quite embarrassed, but Fleur is completely different from you."

“You…” Hermione’s eyes widened. Ron’s meaning was quite straightforward: he was saying that she wasn’t as pretty as Fleur.

"Alright, stop talking. Everyone knows that bastard is talking nonsense."

If you just ignore it, it will be fine after a while.

“That won’t do,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “What if she keeps targeting us? Harry has already reported it twice.”

“He’s only half the main character this time,” Ron said with a strange expression. “You’re the one who’s truly crucial to Harry Potter’s secret and heartbreaking history.”

"That's not important. What's important is how she knew about what was in the newspaper?"

"It's all made up!"

“He can make up stories about the three of us, but what about Hagrid?” Hermione said seriously. “Dumbledore doesn’t allow Rita Skeeter to anger Hogwarts, but she always manages to find some secrets that no one else knows. This can’t be a coincidence.”

"Let's not worry about whether it's a coincidence or not, we need to prepare for tomorrow," Harry said. "We'll meet him outside Hogsmeade at two o'clock in the afternoon."

“We need to bring more food,” Ron added.

"And Dobby, we need to buy him a gift too."

"I owe the second project to him; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have made it through."

Hermione perked up immediately at the mention of house-elves, as giving gifts to them would be a major step for her house-elves rights advocacy group.

The next day, in the auditorium.

Harry and his two friends arrived just as lunchtime was ending.

They ordered two or three times more food than usual, and then secretly stuffed the food into Harry's backpack when no one was looking.

They believed they had done it very discreetly, and that no one should have noticed at this point.

Just because no one was paying attention doesn't mean no foodies were. While eating, Abe would glance at the three of them every now and then, his saliva dripping uncontrollably onto his plate.

"Are you feeling unwell today?" Aaron asked with some concern. This guy had never been so absent-minded during mealtimes.

"So many chicken legs," Abe said, wiping the drool from his mouth.

"What the hell?" Aaron looked at the plate in front of Abe, which was licked cleaner than his face, and was also a little confused. Where did this chicken leg come from?

"there."

Abe pouted in the direction of Harry and his friends.

Aaron turned his head to look, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

A large plate of chicken legs was neatly stacked, with at least a dozen of them. Even if one's appetite has increased, it shouldn't suddenly increase several times over!

There is a problem, absolutely there is a problem.

Aaron thought to himself with great certainty, then gave Abe a wink.

Holy Dragon's eyes lit up immediately. Without even wiping its drool, it jumped onto the Gryffindor table and started frantically munching on its favorite food.

The three of them were completely bewildered, and it wasn't until Abe had shown off a third of the way that they realized what was going on.

“Stop, no, shut up,” Ron said hastily.

Harry instinctively wanted to stop it, but when he thought that his small body was no match for a dragon, his outstretched hands stopped in mid-air.

Hermione lifted Abe up and said helplessly, "This isn't for you. If you want some, come over tomorrow."

"So...who is this for?"

A playful voice suddenly came from behind them, startling all three of them.

“No, we ate it ourselves,” Ron said immediately.

"Come on, do you believe that?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "You're eating it yourself and then stuffing it into your backpack, and so much of it."

Even if he wanted to channel his grief and anger into food because of the newspaper incident, surely he wouldn't wait until the next day to act on it!

"Ah this..."

Harry was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's go visit Sirius. He's back."

"Holy crap! He dares to come back?" Aaron said incredulously. "The Ministry of Magic may have relaxed its warrant for his arrest, but that doesn't mean they'll turn a blind eye to a murderer."

“That’s why we decided to sneak off to see him,” Harry said.

"Understood." Aaron nodded, then picked up Abe and prepared to leave.

“Wait,” Hermione said hastily, “You can come with us.”

"Forget it! The fact that he would take such a big risk to return to Hogwarts to find you must mean something serious."

Big things are often troublesome, and I don't want to get involved.

“It might be related to the Mysterious Man,” Harry suddenly said. “I told him about my dream.”

Aaron suddenly stopped in his tracks. If it had been half a month ago, he would have just rushed away upon hearing this, but the situation was different now. The change in the Black Magic Mark indicated that he would soon make a comeback.

The more information you gather before the enemy is fully resurrected, the more secure you will be.

"When are we meeting?"

"We are getting ready to leave."

"Is it concealed?" Aaron asked in a deep voice, "or rather, is it safe?"

“He’s definitely safe. Sirius has been hiding outside for a year without being discovered, and not many people know he’s an Animagus,” Harry said. “It’s just that his condition might not be very good, otherwise he wouldn’t have reminded us to bring him extra food.”

Aaron pondered for a moment, then said, "Prepare the invisibility cloak."

Chapter 390 The Mystery of the Illness: Drinking Compound Decoction for Half a Year

Outside Hogsmeade village, the four encountered a familiar ominous sight: a large black dog.

"Hello, Sirius," Harry greeted him.

The black dog eagerly walked up to Harry, sniffing his schoolbag incessantly, and its tail began to wag.

"Wow! They're starving!"

The black dog nodded slightly, without denying it.

The life of a murderer on the run is not easy. Hiding in other places is better; although it is tough, at least they can get by.

But Hogsmeade is a wizarding village, and his wanted posters had been posted there for a long time. Most people recognized him, and in order not to attract attention, he didn't even dare to enter the village.

This resulted in him having almost no food source, and he often didn't know where his next meal would come from.

The black dog turned around and was about to lead them to its hiding place.

"There's no need for that." Aaron handed him the invisibility cloak directly. "Let's change back first, it'll be easier to eat that way."

The black dog slipped into the invisibility cloak and soon returned to human form, leaving only one hand sticking out as it took Harry's backpack.

The sound of chewing food came from the side. Sirius said between bites, "I'm starving. I've been surviving by catching mice these past few days."

“At least they didn’t starve to death,” Aaron said. “There are countless stray dogs that starve to death.”

"Let's not joke like that," Sirius said speechlessly. "I came back specifically because things have become more and more complicated, and I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't come in person."

"check it out."

He threw out two copies of the Daily Prophet, and the four of them immediately crowded around to read them.

One was titled "The Mystery of Barty Crouch's Illness," while another was titled "Ministry of Magic Witches Still Missing."

“Is there any connection?” Hermione asked.

“Everyone knows Crouch is sick,” Ron said. “Percy is doing a lot of things for him now; he’s Barty Crouch’s personal assistant.”

"Excuse me for being frank, but I don't see what's wrong with it," Aaron said, frowning. "Isn't it normal for a public servant to take sick leave?"

“That’s true for everyone else,” Sirius said, taking a big gulp of pumpkin juice. “But it’s different for Buddy Crouch. He’s never taken a day off because he was sick.”

But this time, he not only took leave, he took leave for a month or so.

"If that's the case... then there is indeed a problem."

"The problem doesn't stop there. Bertha Jorkins still hasn't been found. She's Crouch's subordinate, and she's also aware of the Triwizard Tournament."

“Crouch even fired Gilgamesh,” Hermione said indignantly. “He was his house-elf, and Gilgamesh is working at Hogwarts now.”

"Barty Crouch's wife and son were long dead, and he was all alone."

But now he hasn't seen anyone for a long time, no one knows about his illness, his subordinates have been missing for a long time, and his servants have been dismissed. Coincidentally, they all know about the Three Kingdoms Tournament.

"You mean..." Harry's expression changed slightly, "Voldemort..."

“Don’t say his name,” Ron said hastily.

"Well! The mysterious man learned about the Triwizard Tournament from Crouch or someone connected to him, and then secretly arranged for someone to put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

“It’s very possible,” Sirius said, “but we need to confirm it.”

Ron, your brother is Crouch's personal assistant. Could you please ask him if he's seen Crouch recently?

“I’ll do my best!” Ron scratched his head. “Percy is too respectful to Crouch.”

“So it’s not necessarily Karkaroff who put my name in the Goblet of Fire,” Harry frowned. “He’s one of the three headmasters, so he must have known about the Goblet of Fire beforehand.”

"So the situation is complicated. Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater. Although he was not imprisoned in Azkaban by betraying his companions, it cannot be ruled out that he wants to return to the side of the Mystic."

He might be acting on his own initiative, wanting to use your life as a gift, or it could be an arrangement by a mysterious person, allowing him to atone for his sins.

But it's also possible that the mysterious figure arranged for someone else to put your name into the Goblet of Fire.