The days at Hogwarts

Harry continued to move forward, keeping his steps as brisk as possible without making any noise, and listened warily to what was happening around him.

Turn left...turn right...turn left again...

The cunning devil's vine would suddenly jump out while he was on the road, grab his ankles and lift him up, knocking him down. Fortunately, he had experience in dealing with devil's vine...

Xinkpunk was a golden mist floating in the air, strange and gorgeous. When he broke free from the shackles of the devil's vine, the thing shone innocently towards him in the moonlight.

He didn't encounter anything for the next thirty minutes. He turned onto the same wrong road twice and encountered several dead ends... When he was walking on a long and straight path, he met an extremely strange monster, which he had only seen in Loren's letters and "The Monster Book of Monsters" before.

The Sphinx has a body like a frighteningly large lion, with a long yellow tail covering its huge paws. There is a tuft of soft hair at the tip of the tail, but she has the head of a woman, with an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and eyebrows. Han Guang, but his voice was low and hoarse.

"You are very close to your goal. The fastest way is to get past me..."

Ten minutes later, Harry passed by the griffin with a friendly smile and nodded toward it reservedly. I silently recited this riddle about spiders in my mind, planning to go back and test Ron.

Following the direction pointed by the wand, I ran across a path, then turned the corner, and my eyes suddenly became bright.

On the base of the stone table a hundred meters away, the Goblet of Fire shone attractively.

Just when Harry was in a daze, a familiar figure rushed over, but at the same time, there was a huge thing beside the hedge on the left that was moving quickly this way, and Cedric was about to hit it.

"Watch out to the left, Acromantula!"

……

The night is getting darker, and the moon is like a curved hook.

The Quidditch stadium stands.

The two female professors sat in the corner of the back row, looking boredly at the bush maze, isolated by tall hedges. Only sporadic rays of magic light occasionally lit up, and then quickly disappeared.

Professor Bathida Barbling is wearing a close-fitting robe with wide sleeves and long hem, and fluttering skirts. Her charming face, fair skin, and graceful figure attract many eyes just sitting here.

She yawned boredly: "Pomona, do you think this way of watching the game is not very smart?"

"Well..." Professor Sprout squeezed his hands together and pursed his lips tightly.

Professor Babling held her shoulders and shook her: "Okay, don't be so nervous. Cedric is currently leading the score, and there is still a high possibility of winning."

"It's because the possibility of winning the championship is so high that I'm so nervous." Professor Sprout's voice trembled when he spoke. "If he has the same score as Beauxbatons' Delacour, I would be relieved."

"why is that?"

"Hufflepuff hasn't received such honors in hundreds of years. Let alone the Goblet of Fire, I haven't even seen the Academy Cup a few times." Professor Sprout muttered.

Babbling sighed. The little wizards of Hufflepuff have a gentle personality and are the most popular among the four houses, but they are also the least competitive. The House Cup has been going back and forth between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It flows, and occasionally it falls into the hands of Ravenclaw, but Hufflepuff only gets lucky once in a while.

"Pomona, don't be too nervous. It's useless to be nervous." Babling patted her back, trying to give her some comfort.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't win the championship..." Professor Sprout whispered, "I'm more worried that Cedric will be injured and disappointed..."

"That kid has been very good since he entered school. He has excellent grades and is very good at Quidditch. He has never given me any worries. When he was selected as a warrior a few months ago, he took the initiative to find me and wanted to learn more magic skills..." Sprout's face turned red with embarrassment. "I'm not good at this, so I asked Filius for help and tutoring. You saw that he learned the Bubble Head Charm very quickly and well.

"I heard that Minerva and the headmaster of Ilvermorny were doing dueling training together. I asked him if he wanted to join in. He was interested, but felt that it would be unfair to Harry, who was also a warrior..."

"He is a good boy." Babuling looked at the twinkling lights in the maze with a complicated expression.

……

The spider's huge fallen body crushed a hedge, and its long hairy legs lay spread out on the ground.

"Harry! Are you okay?"

"fine!"

Harry and Cedric gasped and gasped at the spider corpse. Their robes were torn by the barbs on the spider's long legs, stained with disgusting and sticky secretions, and some blood stains from scratches.

Waiting for the cold sweat to dry on their bodies, the two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"Go get it, you almost got it." Harry leaned against the hedge and let his sore legs rest for a while.

Cedric looked at Harry, then turned to look at the trophy. The golden light reflected the longing expression on his face. He took a deep breath:

"Take it, you should win, you saved my life."

"That's not the rule. Stop showing off your style." Harry was a little annoyed with his stubbornness. "Whoever gets there first will score. You got there first. I can't outrun you."

"No..." Cedric shook his head, "You told me there was a fire dragon. If you hadn't warned me in advance, I would have been eliminated from the first project."

"You told me the secret of the golden egg, and we were even."

"You should have scored a little higher in the second event. You stayed back and rescued all the hostages."

"I was the only one who stupidly took that song seriously!"

"..."

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, a hoarse and dull voice sounded from behind: "You two can take it together!"

"Professor Moody!"

Harry and Cedric cheered in unison: "Why are you here!?"

"Some accident happened. Fleur and Graves sent out a distress signal, so I came over." Moody limped towards them and said, "If two people take it at the same time, Hogwarts will still win. You are the joint champion.”

"This..." Cedric's eyes flashed with emotion.

Harry said with a smile: "Listen to Professor, come on."

Just as Harry and Cedric were grabbing a handle, Harry caught a glimpse of Professor Moody also holding his hand on the thin handle of the trophy. The next second, a hook was suddenly caught behind the navel, and their feet were lifted off. Touching the ground, the trophy dragged them forward amid the whistling wind and swirling colors.

……

"Sir! Mr. Morgan!"

In the afternoon before the finals, the house elves in the kitchen were preparing dinner for the evening. The aroma of various soups filled the busy house. Fortunately, the Hogwarts kitchen was built underground and was not too hot.

Accompanied by joyful cheers, a house elf dressed in a well-dressed waiter's costume ran over swinging his slender arms and legs. The movements were so large that Loren was worried that he would throw his limbs away.

"Mr. Morgan, Xiaomai misses you very much! Summer vacation is about to begin, and Xiaomai thought I wouldn't see you for a long time... Xiaomai received Easter eggs from you and Miss Granger. The chocolate is very delicious, and the eggs are filled with The socks are also very comfortable…”

Xiaomai babbled for a long time, and finally slowed down. He was too guilty to look into Loren's eyes: "But the weather is getting hotter. Xiaomai doesn't want to wear socks, so Xiaomai just wants to go barefoot."

Loren smiled gently: "The gift I give you is something that belongs to you. You can wear it whenever you want."

The house elf's bat-winged ears twitched: "Yes, sir."

"How are the books and notes I asked you to read?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan..." Xiaomai's relaxed muscles tensed up again, and he answered in a low voice, "I read very slowly. I have only finished two chapters so far, the discovery of the New World and the conflict between the colonists and the indigenous people..."

He knew the words individually, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

"It's indeed a bit slow." Loren muttered nonchalantly, "But we agreed from the beginning. If you're not in a hurry, you can take your time."

"Okay, sir."

At this time, Twinkle, who was wearing a blue and white skirt, ran over quickly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, I can't move away because I'm frying meatloaf."

Loren looked at the house elf. Her cheeks were much plumper than the last time they met. The gray skin was no longer clinging to the bones, and there was more flesh and blood. The big protruding eyes were no longer withered. god.

"The final of the Goblet of Fire is coming soon. After tonight, Barty Crouch will leave Hogwarts. Are you ready?"

Shining's face suddenly stiffened, and even her breathing became stagnant. The special moments of the past few months appeared before her eyes...

When he was in the elegant wizard clothing store, Dobby pointed at the shelves and shouted:

"Look at this hat! Sparkly, pink!"

After her first shopping trip, she cried loudly by the kitchen fireplace: "House elves shouldn't need wages, and they shouldn't use the money given by their masters to buy their own things!"

Gradually, she could safely use the wages paid by Principal Dumbledore to shop, and she could lie on her crib and plan where to go for weekend entertainment...

Later, instead of following Dobby for shopping and vacation, she was able to give Dobby suggestions on where to go...

After a long silence, Twinkle sobbed twice. She rubbed her nose with her fists and looked up at the little wizard in front of her: "I'm ready, sir."

Loren hummed softly: "I will give you a task..."

"Okay, sir!"

……

Watching the three people who touched the trophy disappear in an instant. In the hedge wall crushed by the Acromantula entity, two tennis ball-sized eyes blinked a few times and slowly disappeared into the dark shadows.

Chapter 498 The bustling Little Hangleton Cemetery

The stars and moon have been swallowed up by the sudden black clouds, leaving only a few hanging in the distant sky. Although there are bonfires and candles, the entire arena is still much dimmer, and the little wizards no longer shout at the top of their lungs.

On the referee's bench, Bagman stretched his neck again and looked at the maze longingly. He realized that it was still pitch black and couldn't see anything clearly and sighed.

Maxim and Fontana were a little confused. Why did the commentator look more anxious than their principal?

Dumbledore slowly picked up the teapot and added tea to himself and Crouch beside him. The tea used for entertaining guests was of good quality. The tea soup was clear and rosy in color. Taking a deep breath of the fragrant tea seemed to make him feel slightly sweet.

"Give me a drink too."

Bagman, who was so anxious that he almost wanted to pull his hair, picked up the hot tea and put it to his mouth. He didn't care about the steam, grinning from the heat, and didn't slow down. The burning pain on his tongue made him feel much better.

He put down the tea cup and smacked it on the table, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said roughly: "I don't know what's so good about this. I see you guys have been drinking it all night."

Crouch licked his upper lip and chuckled: "The weather is too dry."

"Yeah, it's much drier here than Durmstrang." Karkaroff responded while looking around, trying to pretend to be chatting, "By the way, Albus, you guys are potion masters. Where is Professor Pu? Why didn’t I see him tonight?”

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him, his blue eyes showing a completely different penetrating power than before, and slowly said: "He is unwell and is resting in the school doctor's office."

"Really? This is really unlucky, but it happens tonight."

"Who says it's not?"

"..."

The night is getting darker.

The lion head hats were placed randomly on the unoccupied seats. The four of them held Coke bottles in their hands, leaning back on the seats and sometimes counting the stars and sometimes looking at the maze.

Loren grabbed Hermione's hand and looked at the watch. It was already half past ten. He pondered for a moment and asked, "If the game lasts until midnight, does this count as a group night out and we still leave the castle?"

Hermione held the straw in her mouth, turned her eyes to the side and glanced at him, her eyes a little complicated.

Rolf's ears twitched, and when he saw the interested expression on the little girl next to him, it seemed that he really wanted to discuss this issue with him, so he quickly fed her a cashew nut.

Luna was chewing cashew nuts and it was difficult to talk, so she continued to stare at the moon in trance.

The narrow hook was half covered by dark clouds, and the light was dim.

Loren glanced back and saw the figure next to the barrier shrinking into the shadows again. He sniffed again, smelling the smell of lacewings coming from the referee's seat, curled his lips and turned his head: "I Go back to the castle and use the restroom.”

Hermione glanced at him but said nothing.

……

Little Hangleton.

Unknown weeds grow on the wilderness cemetery. The yew tree with a thick trunk but withered branches and leaves, like the nearby tombstones, stands alone on the field. A stone sculpture of the angel of redemption holding a long sickle has fallen to the ground.

With the help of the faint starlight, you can vaguely see the remains of various stone sculptures scattered around, like an abandoned chapel. On the hillside to the left, the outline of Riddle House is looming.

The cemetery that had been undisturbed for more than ten years suddenly experienced a wave of fluctuation. The space dozens of feet around it suddenly collapsed and then expanded suddenly. The light and shadow of the maze surrounded by hedges flashed away like a mirage.

In the blink of an eye, three figures suddenly appeared and the exquisite trophy fell at the feet of the angel statue.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, staggered involuntarily, let go of the trophy, and noticed that the surrounding environment was completely different from Hogwarts. He subconsciously asked in shock: "Where are we?"

There was silence in the gloomy cemetery. The withered yellow leaves were moved by the breeze and made a rustling sound. A strange feeling surrounded the two of them, as if someone was watching them.

"do not know……"

Cedric looked down at the trophy: "It's a portkey, Harry. Did anyone tell you that this trophy is a portkey?"

"No." Harry recalled the scene he saw before being taken away by the portkey, standing side by side with Cedric, looking warily at the lame Defense Against the Dark Arts professor opposite with a ferocious face, and said in a deep voice, " I think Professor Moody can definitely give us the answer, right?"

Harry felt a dull pain in his scar. He seemed to understand something. He held his breath and moved in small steps. He whispered to Cedric: "Go back to the trophy, go back to the trophy..."

"Of course! You will know the answer, of course you should know!" The man said this to Harry. He seemed to completely ignore Cedric's existence and looked to the side, speaking loudly and coldly. Said, "Come out."

Harry and Cedric squinted their eyes nervously and looked into the darkness. A figure came out from among the tombstones and walked toward them step by step. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness. Judging from his gait and arm posture, it seemed that It's a woman.

The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone. She raised her wand lightly, and a flame suddenly burst out in the center of the not-so-large space.

Fire appeared in the dark wilderness, and Harry and Cedric discovered that there was a black crucible not far away. It was more like a stone urn than a crucible, and it was spacious enough to accommodate an adult sitting in it.

A crackling flame burst out below the crucible, continuously cooking the medicinal materials inside. The boiling bubbles burst, and the sound of splashing water could be faintly heard.

Harry also took the opportunity to see the face of the figure opposite him clearly, and pronounced her name with a tight throat: "Bellatrix Lestrange."