The days at Hogwarts

Ron thought this sentence was not like Dumbledore's style, but he agreed. Professor Hagrid finally gave up on the difficult and disgusting Blast-Ended Skrewt, and the Care of Magical Creatures class finally got on the right track.

"That's what I think of Care of Magical Creatures, decent animals like unicorns, not monsters."

When the little wizards said this, the sky was filled with thick black clouds.

This is how the new semester of 1995 begins.

Afternoon, divination class.

The tower classroom was still a smoky scene, everything in the room was shrouded in hazy red light and filled with a strong, stomach-turning aroma.

Professor Trelawney is handing out the marked assignments from last semester.

"As I said at the beginning, although many wizards are very talented in areas such as ping-pong-pong sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, only a few talented people can see through the mystery of the future!"

"And I have known for a long time that Loren Morgan is such a person!"

"Because of his accurate prediction, I will give Gryffindor ten points!"

"..."

Loren looked at the parchment in front of him, his eyes unfocused and his expression gradually dulled.

The handwriting is not neat, but because it is written by myself, it is easy to read:

[After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa will develop scabies due to novel foods with different flavors...]

It turns out that I am a gifted prophet!

Loren licked his aching tongue and fell into deep thought. In the state of thought, he closed and opened his eyes, and the class ended.

He finally figured out that this was just a coincidence.

After all, Miss Granger's little mouth is not exactly a novelty.

Loren yawned, packed up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. He took a long breath of fresh cold air and became energetic.

At the end of the day's classes, the hungry little wizards walked towards the auditorium together.

It's dinner time.

After half an hour.

The Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

Hermione chewed all kinds of fried meat, ribs, and crispy fried chicken in an unladylike manner. She held the knife and fork in both hands and dangled it, making a happy hum.

Despicable Granger!

Loren calmly took apart the stewed meat. Normally, he would have to bite open the bones to suck out the marrow of such soft stewed food. Now he can only avoid the tender meat that has not yet grown on his tongue. .

Hermione came over with a look of enjoyment on her face, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in her voice: "Today's fried chicken is very delicious, do you want to try it, and I can share some with you, Prophet Morgan?"

"Do you know what happened in the divination class?"

"I also specifically asked Parvati."

"..."

"After all, you earned 10 points for our college!"

Hermione held up a piece of fried meat and waved it in front of his eyes: "Mr. Morgan, do you want to try it? The prediction was so accurate. There is scabies on the tongue. What kind of scabies is it? I'm so curious..."

"Contagious scabies." Loren looked at her with cold eyes.

Hermione shrank her tongue and sat back obediently.

……

The first week of classes was not intensive, and most of the professors had not yet started teaching new content. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the little wizards soon ushered in the weekend, Hogsmeade's activity week.

Saturday, Hogsmeade Bookstore.

"There are too few books and information about mermaids..." Hermione handed a book "Atlas of Magical Aquatic Animals of the Sea" and basic miscellaneous books to the clerk to check out, and sighed after walking out of the bookstore, "I hope Harry and the others can buy the gill sacs smoothly. Damn it..."

"uh-huh."

Loren responded with a sip of toffee in her mouth, holding her hand and walking towards the end of the street. They and Harry had made an appointment to meet at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

His tongue is now healed, and he's just in time to enjoy the latest additions from Honeydukes Candy Shop.

After putting a few books into the pendant and putting them away, Hermione secretly glanced at Loren's lips. The syrup covered them like lipstick, shiny, red and shiny.

Kind of tempting.

The little witch pursed her lips.

Since what happened on Monday, they haven't had close contact with each other for a week... She was a little moved, but she was worried that this man was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate and give her some kind of "scabies".

Mom didn’t tell me what to do in this situation...

The tavern was as crowded as usual, Loren's eyes quickly scanned the store, and he quickly found Harry's figure at the bar, and they hurried over.

Four glasses of butterbeer had been purchased on the table, two of which were already a third full.

"Why are you here? Isn't there room by the window?" Loren asked.

"Hush!" Harry whispered suddenly, "We found an acquaintance, look!"

He pointed to the mirror behind the bar, which reflected Ludo Bagman, sitting in a dim corner with a group of goblins.

Bagman was lowering his voice and speaking quickly to the goblins. The goblins all crossed their arms and looked menacing.

"Does he never go to the office?"

Hermione's question was also Harry's question.

This is indeed a bit strange. Today is the weekend, there is no event of the Four-wizard Tournament, and there is no need for referees. How could Bagman appear in The Three Broomsticks?

At this moment, Bagman glanced towards the bar, his eyes suddenly lit up, he gestured to the goblins to signal them to look at Harry, then he stood up and hurried towards them.

Chapter 483 Bagman behaves suspiciously

"Harry!" Bagman's baby face showed a bright smile, "I just hope to meet you! How are you? Is everything okay?"

"Very good, thank you." Harry's expression was stiff. He had never been used to Bagman's strange enthusiasm for him.

"I wonder if I can have a few words with you alone, Harry?" Bagman smiled and looked at the people around him, "Excuse me, can you make it easier for us?"

"Uh..." Ron didn't really want to agree.

"Okay!" Hermione responded crisply, picked up two glasses of butterbeer and put them into Loren's hands, walked around behind him, stretched out her two hands and put them on his shoulders, pushed him and went to find something else. Seats were taken.

Ron glanced at Bagman and followed him.

Loren was restrained by two full glasses of butterbeer, and there was a driver behind her, so she could only push her forward.

"Aren't you curious what they would say?"

"curious!"

"Then you are still leaving?"

"Lower his guard."

"How despicable, Pilot Granger."

"I know you think so too, Morgan Cart."

"..."

The two walked around several tables and chairs, and finally found a seat not far behind Bagman to sit down, with Ron following behind.

The three of them looked at each other and tacitly agreed to keep quiet, eavesdropping on the conversation not far away.

Bagman smiled helplessly at Harry: "Actually, what I mean is that we can leave alone for a while."

"The result is the same..." Harry looked over Bagman's shoulder and met the eyes of the three people behind him. His eyes moved slightly, and then he moved away calmly.

"Your friends are so considerate, especially the red-haired boy." Bagman winked at him, with a weird smile on his face, "I remember his name was Ron, right? He's a child of the Weasley family. There are so many that I can’t remember their names.”

"Yes, Ron Weasley..." Harry looked at his expression, not sure what he wanted to do.

"The friendship in school days is the most memorable, isn't it? You should understand, it's like a treasure..." Bagman blinked again, which made Harry feel uncomfortable in his heart.

"Mr. Bagman, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, Harry, I want to congratulate you again on your excellent performance in dealing with that tree peak." Bagman praised sincerely, "It's great! Clean and neat!"

"Thank you." Harry frowned slightly. If it was just a blessing, he wouldn't have to move Loren and the others away at all.

However, Bagman seemed to be in no hurry to uncover the answer to the mystery, or perhaps there were some clues that he had not noticed.

Harry paid attention to Bagman's gaze and saw him glancing at the goblins on the other side of the bar in the mirror. The goblins' clothing styles were very different and they did not seem to be local. They all had squinting black eyes and were looking here silently. .

"It's an absolute nightmare." Bagman saw Harry looking at the goblins and said in a low voice, "They speak terrible English. It's like going back to the Quidditch World Cup with those... The Bulgarians are entangled..."

"But at least the Bulgarians can sign so that people can understand them. These guys just keep grunting and speaking their turkey language..." Bagman gave a low, short laugh.

Harry noticed that the goblins looked at Bagman warily, as if they regarded him as a prisoner and were worried that he would escape.

He couldn't help but wonder: "What do they want?"

"Uh... they..." Bagman suddenly became nervous, "They are looking for Barty Crouch."

"Why come here to find him? Can't they contact the Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh, Barty has handed over all the affairs of the Ministry of Magic to interns." Bagman stuttered, "He is only thinking about the Four Wizards Tournament now. Harry, you will not believe it. He actually plans to I threw it in-"

Bagman suddenly paused. He lowered his voice and looked around cautiously: "I can't tell you these things directly, and you must never tell anyone about this. Do you understand, ha?" profit?"

"Understand what?" Harry looked confused, "I didn't understand anything!"

"Yes, that's it!" Bagman said with a delighted smile, "Baty has been too busy recently and hasn't had much rest. He's a bit crazy. He actually handed over all the affairs of the department to interns... This is nothing. Good news, you know Rita Skeeter is still asking around, this matter will definitely be regarded as a disaster if it appears in the newspapers..."

"But fortunately, Rita Skeeter hasn't appeared for a long time..." Seeing Harry's increasingly confused eyes, he became nervous again and lowered his voice and said, "Well, after saying so much, I actually want to ask you, how are you doing with that golden egg?"

Golden Egg...Ron...Treasure

Harry vaguely caught something. He looked at Bagman's face and said absently: "Well... not bad."

Bagman suddenly became a little anxious: "Is it okay? Haven't you—"

"Nothing?" Harry asked knowingly.

"Oh, Harry, the other warriors have already started to prepare... I can give you a hint."

"We should solve the mystery alone, shouldn't we?" Harry tried to sound casual and not sound like he was accusing the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports for violating the rules.

"Oh, yes..." Bagman paused and said cautiously: "Listen, Harry, I feel very sad about all this. You were forced into this competition. No one is willing to do it." Look after you, you did not participate voluntarily..."

Bagman's voice was so low that Harry had to get closer to hear him clearly: "If I can help, give you a little help...it's not a bad thing. I'm optimistic about you and hope you can go well." ...It doesn’t matter, as long as you say a word.”

"Thank you, but I'm pretty much done with the Golden Egg."

"Really?" Bagman was simply annoyed.

"Yes, the secret is in the water, isn't it?" Harry knew clearly that Bagman was a member of the referee team, and he had no need to hide it.

This sentence was like a happy spell, making Bagman suddenly smile: "Oh, yes, I knew you could solve it, you are very smart, I saw it from the time you dealt with the fire dragon! "

"Okay, I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I have to leave quickly." Bagman's smooth little face turned red, "Nice to see you... and your friends. Good luck to you, Harry. "

He hurried out of the tavern, and the goblins stood up from their chairs and followed him out.

The driver Granger pushed the Morgan trolley back to the bar again. As soon as he sat down, he asked aloud: "What does he want?"

There was a part that was said very quietly just now, and she didn't hear it clearly.

"He wanted to give me some hints about the second project..." Harry took a sip of butterbeer. "In fact, he already gave me hints."

"He shouldn't do this!" Hermione said with a stern expression, "He is one of the referees!"

No one paid attention to her justice, even Loren was lazy.

Ron asked excitedly: "What is what?"

"It's you." Hermione slammed the table and said crisply. She heard the previous words clearly.

Harry looked so miserable; he finally had the chance to show off his cleverness, but it was snatched away by Hermione.

"Me? What does it have to do with me?"

Harry looked happy, but heard Loren say quickly: "They are going to throw you into the lake, let Harry find you within an hour."

"!!"