Chapter 332: Little story after the rain!

"Previously in the Ministry of Magic, I met our Minister of Propaganda, and I was also arranging several old reporters. There seemed to be something important for them to prepare for the interview. I felt that what Mrs. Weasley said might be the same as that. What's going on," Hermione said.
Zhang Qiu said with a smile: "Listen to what they mean, and everything will be known to Hogwarts."
Harry said: "It's just the goblet of fire."
Obviously, only Harry felt that the Goblet of Fire was "but...".
Even Zhang Qiu was shocked when he heard the Goblet of Fire.
Hermione even said directly: "Harry, that's the Flame Cup game! Can you be so casual?"
Harry cooperated with a very shocked expression: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!"
"Damn it! The Goblet of Fire is about to be held again! I am so shocked! ⊙o⊙!"
Zhang Qiu: "..."
Hermione used her hand to touch her forehead and said weakly: "Forget it, Harry, you should stop acting with me."
Astoria asked, "Sister Hermione, what is the Goblet of Fire?"
Miss Blackstone likes to ask her questions, she just about to say: "Goblet of fire..."
"Beep." The trainman whistled.
The door is closed.
The train engine starts.
The train started.
Hermione fell into Harry's arms, just as she did three years ago.
But Harry's heart was filled with emotion, and some places really changed, and he could never come back.
Hermione stood up with a blushing face, staring at Harry warily, took Astoria's bench to the side and sat down, and said: "I will tell you about the Goblet of Fire. "
Harry and Zhang Qiu sat on the other side.
Dense bean rain began to crackle on the glass window, and the scene drove backward, and everything outside the window was blurred.
Hermione's crisp and sweet voice sounded like she was telling a story...
"The Flame Cup event, also known as the Triwizard Tournament, was founded more than 700 years ago and is a kind of friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in the magic world. The three schools are Huo. Gwarts, Booth Barton School of Witchcraft and Demstrand School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Each school chooses a warrior and then compares three magic items. The top three competitions are held every five years and the three schools take turns to host."
Astoria said: "But why have I never heard of it, and your sisters seem to be surprised that this Triwizard Tournament is about to start."
Hermione said: "That was because there were too many people who died after participating in this competition. The Triwizard Tournament was interrupted for hundreds of years. The International Federation of Wizards I wanted to try to resume the top three, but I didn’t find a good time."
"It seems that they think it is a good opportunity now." Hermione thought thoughtfully.
"Is the top three tournaments very powerful? I mean which is more popular than the Quidditch match we went to last week." Astoria asked.
Hermione said, "This is a good comparison. Quidditch is like a World Cup game called football in the Muggle world, and the Triwizard Tournament is equivalent to the Muggles Olympic Games. If I personally prefer which If it is, it should be the top three competition, because it is more interesting, it will last almost a year..."
As she said, Hermione's complexion changed, and she said anxiously: "So, can't I study hard this year?"
"Hermione, we are a school of magic, so don't follow the Muggle school to learn physical chemistry as well..." Harry said.
The train drove northward continuously, the rain was getting bigger and stronger, the sky was dark, occasionally lightning, and the windows were covered with water vapor, so the train was also lit with white lights during the day.
The wind was blowing violently, and the glass was shaking.
"There is a hint of coldness." Zhang Qiu was shuddered by a cold wind.
Harry used magic to make two large quilts, one for him and Zhang Qiu, and one for Hermione and Astoria.
Zhang Qiu leaned on the window and stretched out a white and tender finger, drawing a circle on the glass.
Suddenly her hands stiffened, and then she slid weakly, and the water on the glass was painted.
Then she lowered her head and bit her lip, her bright white hair covering her delicate white face.
Zhang Qiu clenched his hands into fists tightly, pressing the insignificant movement on the quilt, trying to stop a pair of smart hands under the quilt.
Harry's chin was pressed against Zhang Qiu's compliant hair, and he smelled a fragrance of shampoo. He smiled and said: "Zhang Qiu, I found that you are right. The journey is really "fun"... "
Zhang Qiu lowered his head shyly, making a "huh..." voice gently in his nose.
Astoria stared curiously under the quilt, wondering if his brother and sister were playing guessing games?
...
"Gu Lu Gu Lu...".
The witch who was serving lunch pushed the trolley down the aisle, and Harry bought some of the best food he thought he could accept for everyone to enjoy.
On the following journey, Hermione kept looking at Harry with a despised expression, and her wrinkled little nose made a vicious gesture to Harry~EbookFREE.me~Harry: "..."
When the Hogwarts Express train finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station, Hermione hurriedly pulled Zhang Qiu aside, intimately sorted Zhang Qiu's messy shirt, pointing at Harry , Quietly talking in Zhang Qiu's ear.
Look like that, there must be no good words.
The train door opened, and thunder came from the air.
Harry got off the train, bowed their heads in the downpour, and walked with their feet in their arms. The rain was hurried and fierce. Hermione used her cloak to hold the two cats. Her left arm embraced Crook Mountain and her right arm embraced the cute. In fact, they were covered with a magic ball outside Harry's body. Looking at the rainstorm that is covering the sight at a close distance, there is always a feeling that the rain has fallen on the body.
A huge, familiar figure stood on the platform, shouting something with a lantern.
"Hagrid..." Harry exclaimed.
Hagrid waved his arms and shouted happily: "Harry, see you later at the banquet..."
By convention, the first-year freshmen were still led by Hagrid from the lake to ferry to Hogwarts Castle.
Zhang Qiu looked at the Black Lake water and said: "In such bad weather, ferrying by boat, it is estimated that many freshmen have to worry that the Black Lake water will swallow them..."
Harry walked at the forefront of the flow of people, past the dark platform. Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages were waiting for them.
Hermione quickly jumped into one of them, and then she felt relieved.
After the carriage door closed, along with a violent bump, the long caravan set off along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing and splashing all the way.
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