Vol 2 Chapter 555: Bad influence

Harry wanted to talk to Sirius face-to-face about this belief supporting him for the next two weeks as a bright spot on the horizon that never faded. The excitement of becoming a champion of the school has gradually calmed down, followed by a faint sense of fear. The first mission was gradually approaching, as if some terrifying monster was blocking him, making him unable to move forward. He has never been so nervous before, even before the Kuadis game or when he was competing for the Kuadis Cup with Slindling. The future was unimaginable for Harry. He felt that his entire life was involved in the whirlpool of the "first mission" and it might be terminated...
In fact, he didn't know what magic weapon Sirius had to make him feel better. For him, this task was like performing a very difficult and thrilling magic for the first time in full view. But anyway, just looking at Sirius's friendly face at this time and Harry would find it a great encouragement. He wrote back to Sirius that he would meet him by the fireplace in the lounge at the appointed time. He and Hermione spent a lot of time discussing how to drive away the people who stayed in the lounge that night. If these methods do not work, they will throw a bag of "dung bombs." But they hope not to take this approach because Flick will skin them.
At the same time Harry's life in the castle got worse because of Little. Scott showed her report about the Three Wizards game. And that article didn't focus much on the game, but rather exaggerated Harry's personal life. Harry’s photo occupies most of the front page. The entire article (published on pages 2, 6, and 7) is about Harry’s Bisberton and Danmusian champions whose names were misspelled and squeezed in Cedric was not mentioned in the last line.
The article was published ten days ago, but Harry still feels ashamed to think about it now. In Little. He couldn't remember the many words in the Scottish report that he had said that when he grew up so much, let alone said that he hadn't said no in that broomstick.
"I think my strength comes from my parents. If they see me like this, they will be very proud of me. Sometimes I call their names loudly at night and I'm not in a hurry to admit it... I know I'm playing Nothing in this can hurt me because they are watching me..."
Little. In addition to translating Harry's words into a long, smelly version, Scott also interviewed others.
"Harry finally found love in Hoglicher. His close friend Colin said that Harry had been with a girl named Hermione all day long. Grinzow was inseparable. This girl born in Mag, besides her amazing beauty Also one of the best students in the school like Harry."
From the time this article was published, Harry had to endure people's cynicism, most of which came from Slindlingban.
"Potter, would you like a handkerchief when you cry on the Transfiguration Day?"
"When did you become the best student in the school, Potter? Was this school created by you and Griffinton?"
"Hey wait for Harry!"
"Yes, that's it!" Harry finally turned around in the hallway intolerable and shouted, "I cried for my dead mother so that my eyes were almost falling off. Now I have to do more--"
"Oh no, you dropped the pen just now."
Standing behind Johari felt his face become red and hot.
"Oh yes." He whispered and took the pen back.
"Well, good luck on Tuesday." She said, "I really hope you can do a good job."
Harry felt that what he had just done was extremely stupid.
Hermione was also involved in this unpleasant incident, but she did not fire at unreasonable bystanders. In fact, Harry admired her attitude.
"Amazing beauty? She?" Benxi. When Parkinson had a face-to-face meeting with Hermione for the first time after reading Little's article, she shrieked, "What did Little compare to-a chipmunk?"
"Don't pay attention to it." Hermione said in a self-respecting tone as he strode past the snickering girls with his head high, as if he didn't hear anything. "Ignore it Harry."
But Harry couldn't ignore it. Ron has ignored him since Harry told Ron about Snape's decision to detain him. Harry still had half hope in his heart that they could reconcile in the two hours in Snape’s "dungeon", but that day he met Little and published the article that made Ron even more convinced of Harry. Love this kind of showy day.
Hermione was very angry at their behavior. She tried to persuade them one by one, but Harry was still stubborn if Ron didn’t admit that Harry didn’t write his name into the burning goblet. If Ron didn’t. Apologize to him and there is no room for conversation between them.
"I didn't provoke it first," Harry said stubbornly. "It's his problem."
"You misunderstood him!" Hermione couldn't help but said, "I know he misunderstood you too—"
"Misunderstood him?" Harry said, "I didn't misunderstand him..."
But this is totally lying. Harry liked Hermione very much. She was different from Ron. But when you are with Hermione all day, you will lose some laughter and spend more time in the library. Harry still hadn't mastered the summoning spell. He seemed to have encountered some obstacle. Hermione thought that learning theory would be helpful, so they spent a lot of time at lunchtime reading books.
Witt. Karen also often stayed in the library for a long time and Harry didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd. Is he studying or is he looking for something to help him successfully complete the first task? Hermione was very dissatisfied with Karen's appearance not because he hindered them but because the crowds of girls were hiding behind the bookshelf and watching him with amazing giggles.
"He's not handsome at all" she muttered angrily and stared at Karen's profile. "They like him only because of his fame! If he hadn't been Rosky. They would not look at him again for Fendt!"
"Roski. Fendt!" Harry spit out these words between his teeth. This statement and Quadis's term are simply ridiculous. Harry felt uncomfortable thinking about how Ron would react to Hermione's ridiculous statement.
Things are so strange. When you are afraid of something and are willing to pay any price to slow down time, it speeds up without mercy. The days are flying closer and closer to the first mission, as if someone deliberately adjusted the clock forward. No matter where Harry went, he couldn't get rid of the flustered feeling like the malicious irony quoted by the "Daily Prophet" article.
On the Sunday before the start of the first mission, all students in the third grade and above can visit Hosmad Village. Hermione told Harry that it would be good for him to leave the castle for a while, but Harry didn't seem to listen.
"But what about Ron?" he said. "Don't you want to go with him?"
"Oh... that..." Hermione's face was flushed slightly. "I thought we could meet him at Three Broomsticks..."
"No," Harry said blankly.
"Oh Harry is stupid doing this—"
"I will come but I don't want to see Ron and I will wear an invisibility robe."
"Oh okay then..." Hermione said and stopped here. "But I don't like talking to you in the robe because I can't see if you are across from me."
So Harry put on his invisibility robe in the dormitory and went downstairs with Hermione to Hosmart.
Under the cover of the robe, Harry was very relaxed. He watched other students walk over and enter the village. Most of them wore a badge with the words "Sedric. Digry" printed on them. Fortunately, Harry didn't hear anything malicious along the way. 'S comments also didn't see anyone citing that article.
"People are watching me now." Hermione said a little awkwardly. It was later that they were walking out of Sweet Duke's candy store, holding large cream chocolates in their hands and eating with relish. "They thought I was talking to myself."
"Then talk less."
"Okay, just lift your sling a little bit. No one here will trouble you."
"Oh really?" Harry said, "look behind you."
Little. Scott and her photographer just came out of the Three Broomstick. They whispered and passed them without even looking at Hermione. Harry tried to avoid Little. The crocodile leather handbag that Scott was drunk waving in the air had to be returned to the sweet Duke candy store.
As soon as the two drunks left, Harry said, "She lives in the village and I bet she will come to see us for our first mission."
When Harry said this, there was an unspeakable panic in his stomach, as if the river was overwhelmed by the sea. The coolness spread throughout his body, but he didn't mention it. Hermione and Harry hadn't discussed the first mission. Dealing with Harry felt that Hermione didn't even think about it.
"She can go." Hermione sighed with relief and looked through Harry to the end of the high street. "Why don't I go to the bar for a butterbeer? The weather is a bit cold, isn't it? Even if you meet Roth, you don't have to talk to him!" She saw the reason for Harry's silence and added annoyedly. One sentence.
The three broomsticks were full of seats. Most of the people were students from Hogwarts school who had no class in the afternoon to play here, but there were also some magicians that Harry rarely saw elsewhere.
Harry assumed that Hosmad was the only village in the UK-a village full of wizards. It was a haven for witches because witches could not disguise themselves as much as wizards.
It's really not easy to move in a crowd in an invisibility robe, because if you accidentally step on someone, it will cause an extremely embarrassing situation. Hermione went to buy a drink and Harry slowly stepped sideways into an empty table in the corner of the wall. Harry met Ron halfway through and he was with Fred, Kerway and Lee. Jordan sat together. Harry resisted the urge to come hard behind Ron's head, went to the table and sat down.
Hermis then came over and pushed a glass of rice wine and beer under his robe.
"I'm like an idiot sitting here alone." Hermione muttered. "Fortunately I came here prepared."
She then pulled out a notebook with s, p,, e, and member records. Harry saw his and Ron's names listed at the top of the short list. They sat together and made up prophecies as if it was a long time ago. Then Hermione showed up and appointed them as secretary and financial officer.
"You said I might try to get some villagers to join s, p, e..." Hermione looked around the bar and said thoughtfully.
"You should" Harry said he took a sip of wine. "What's the matter?"
"I won't give up until the servant elves have a decent income and good work treatment!" She countered, "You know, I thought it was time to take some more direct action.
I don't understand how you got into the school kitchen? "
"I don't know how to ask, just ask Fred and George." Harry replied. Hermione was lost in thought again and Harry looked at the people in the bar while drinking. Everyone looks relaxed and happy.
Maxmere and Albertel exchanged cards of Chocolate Frog Candy at a nearby table, and both of them were wearing support for Cedric. Diggery's badge is full. Just by the door, Harry saw Zhuo and a large group of her black paw friends. She didn't wear the badge, which made Harry feel better.
Harry did not have to worry about anything except homework, just like the people here, sitting and talking and laughing. He would be willing to pay any price to Harry if he could. He imagined what it would be like to sit here if his name did not appear on the burning goblet. At least he doesn't need to wear invisibility robe. Ron would also sit next to him. And the three of Hermione can happily guess what kind of difficult and dangerous tasks the warriors of Tuesday school will face. He would look forward to that day, sitting steadily in the seats in the stands and watching the warriors show off what they have learned in their lives or cheer for Cedric with others.
He kind of wondered how the other warriors felt. Every time he saw Cedric recently, he was surrounded by many supporters and seemed nervous and excited. Harry would occasionally glimpse Fulu in the hallway. Di Laigao maintains her usual style of being proud and calm.
But Karen just soaks in the library to read a lot of books.
Harry thought of Sirius, his tight and stiff bow tie seemed to loosen slightly.
Harry will be talking to him in twelve hours because tonight they agreed to meet at the stove in the common room-if nothing went wrong as things went well recently.
"Look! It's Hagrid!" Hermis said.
The incomparably fluffy mess on the back of Hagrid's head--he must have let go of the difficult-to-fulfill the ribbon with great forgiveness--appeared in the crowd. Harry couldn't understand that he hadn't recognized him just now because Hagrid was so conspicuous and he was standing cautiously. Harry saw Hagrid bending over and talking to Professor Modi. In front of Hagrid is the big beer he usually sings, but Modi just drank from the warm water bottle he brought. Ms. Rosmart, the beautiful proprietress, didn't seem to mind that she just looked at Modi a little disapprovingly when she went to the nearby table to collect the glasses. Maybe she thought Modi's approach was an insult to her spiced mead, but Harry understood the point. In the last time he taught them the lesson on the law of the dark world, Modi said that he would prefer to use his own diet anytime because for the dark warlock, it is really necessary to poison in a glass of unnoticed wine so easy.
Harry watched as Hagrid and Modi got up to leave. He waved his hand to remember that Hagrid couldn't see him at all. But Modi hesitated for a moment. His magic eyes stared at the corner where Harry was standing. Modi tapped on the bottom of Hagrid's back (because he couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder) and muttered something, so the two of them turned back into the bar and walked towards the table of Harry and Hermione.
"All right? Hermione?" Hagrid said loudly.
"Hello!" Hermione said with a smile.
The record of .e. Who knows he said, "The robe is good, Potter."
Harry stared at him in surprise. The prominent nasal tube on Modi's nose was a few feet in front of him. Modi smiled.
"Can your magic eyes—I mean you can—?"
"My eyes can see through the invisibility robe," Modi admitted calmly. "And I tell you that sometimes works very well."
Hagrid was also smiling down at Harry. Harry knew he couldn't see himself but Modi had apparently told Hagrid that Harry was there.
Hagrid now also leaned over to look at the s, p, e, and notebook title pages. He said in a voice so low that only Harry could hear, "Harry will come to my cabin at midnight tonight and put on that robe."
Hagrid stood up and said loudly, "It's nice to see you Hermione." In the blink of an eye, Modi followed him and left.
"Why did he ask me to meet in the middle of the night?" Harry said in surprise.
"Does he have?" Hermes also looked surprised. "I doubt his purpose is to know if you should go to Harry." She looked around nervously and whispered, "You might be late to see Sirius."
Going to see Hagrid in the middle of the night would indeed shorten the time he had to meet with Sirius. Hermione suggested sending Hagrid to tell Hagrid that Harry could not go-assuming that Hagrid would agree to be the messenger-but Harry felt that it was better to see Hagrid as long as a decisive battle. Harry was very curious about the purpose of Hagrid looking for him. He had never asked Harry to meet so late.
At 11:30 that night, Harry pretended to go to bed early and actually put on an invisibility robe, cautiously walked through the common room and climbed down the stairs. There are still several people who didn't sleep in the room. The Cliffy brothers made a lot of support for Cedric. Kegry’s badge is trying to persuade them to say they support Harry instead. Potter. So far they can only work hard enough to get the badge to agree not to show the words Stinky Potter. Harry crawled past them to the portrait hole and looked at the watch for a minute. Then Hermione opened the door for him from the outside as planned. He flashed past and whispered "Thank you!" and left the castle.
The playground is completely dark. Harry walked across the grass towards the light in Hagrid's cabin.
Lights were also on in the huge Bill Berton carriage. When Harry knocked on the front door of Hagrid, he could hear Mrs. Massim talking inside.
"Is it you Harry?" Hagrid asked softly, opening the door and looking around.
"It's me" Harry slid into the room and took off his robe. "what is the matter?"
"Some things for you to see" Hagrid said.
Hagrid was in a great excitement. There is a flower in the button hole of his clothes that looks like a large anti-suffocation object. And he seemed to have given up on wiping his hair with lube but he must have tried to comb his hair. The evidence was that Harry saw the broken teeth of the comb dangling on his head.
"What are you going to show me?" Harry asked alertly, wondering if Skus laid the egg or Hagrid bought the first three dogs from strangers in which bar.
"Follow me, don't say anything and put on the robe," Hagrid said. "He won't like to see that thing if we don't bring Fran."
"Listen to Hagrid, I can't stay long. I have to go back to the castle at one o'clock--"
But Hagrid didn't even listen to him opening the door and stepping into the night. Harry hurried to keep up, and unexpectedly, Hagrid was leading him to Bill Berton's carriage.
"What is Hagrid--?"
"Shhh!" Hagrid whispered and knocked on the door three times with his golden cross stick.
Mrs. Massim opened the door. A silk scarf was wrapped around her heavy shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid: "Ah, is it time for Hagrid?"
"Hello!" Hagrid said with a smile to her, reaching out to help her down the golden steps.
Mrs. Massim closed the door behind her and circled Hagrid's hand and went out along the edge of the paddock where there was Mrs. Massim's giant horse. Harry trot to follow them, completely confused. Is it true that Hagrid wants him to see Mrs. Massim? Harry can see her at any time, she is not so hard to find.
However, Mrs. Massim turned out to be in the dark just like Harry. After a while she jokingly said, "Where are you taking me, Hagrid?"
"You'll like it there," Hagrid said in a loud voice. "It's worth a look, believe me-but don't tell anyone that I will take you to understand? You shouldn't know."
"Of course I won't tell anyone." Mrs. Massim flashed her eyes and said that her eyelashes were black and long.
They continued to walk as Harry looked at his watch from time to time and trot to catch up with them, becoming increasingly impatient. Hagrid's plan was too sloppy and might cause Harry to miss his date with Sirius. If they don't reach the destination quickly, he will turn around and walk back to the castle to let Hagrid and Madame Massim enjoy their moon walk.
But just then—they had walked so far along the edge of the woods until they couldn't see the castle and the lake—Harry heard some noises. Someone in front is shouting. Then there was a loud noise that could tear the ears.
Hagrid led Mrs. Massim around a bush and stopped. Harry approached and stood beside them-for a second he saw the flames and people running around-and his mouth opened wide in surprise.
It's the dragon!
Four large adult dragons are standing upright in a fence surrounded by thick water, roaring, and squirting rough air-their wide mouths not only have fangs but also spew out bursts of fire. They craned their necks and spewed fire into the sky fifty feet. There was a silver-gray-blue dragon with long pointed horns roaring at the warlocks on the ground. Another smooth green dragon with a phosphorous sheet was twisting and stomping heavily on the ground with all its strength; there was another red dragon on the face. A strange long circle of golden rivers is aiming at the mushroom-shaped clouds in the sky to practice fire breathing; and the last black dragon is more like a big lizard than any other and is also the closest to them.
There are at least 30 warlocks in the scene, every seven or eight people dealt with a dragon and tried to control them desperately by pulling the iron chains fastened to the dragons' necks and legs. Harry completely suppressed the sight. He raised his head and looked into the sky. The eyes of the black dragon had round eyes like cats in the eyes. The eyes were big and big. It was because of fear or anger. Harry didn't know how loud it was. The sound of calling the trombone is extremely terrible.
"Stay there, don't come to Hagrid," a warlock near the wall cried out and grabbed the chain in his hand. "The dragon can breathe fire within twenty feet! I have seen the black dragon breathe fire within forty feet!"
"Isn't this breathtaking beautiful?" Hagrid said softly.
"It's a life-threatening thing!" another warlock shouted, "Use the stun spell to count three times."
Harry saw that every watcher took out his wand.
"Star Fei!" They shouted in unison, and the spell was shot into the night sky like a fire-breathing rocket and turned into a meteor shower on the large dragon's magnet-covered skins—Harry looked at the legs of the nearest dragon. He started to stand unstable and swayed dangerously, his mouth suddenly opened with a burst of anger, and the fire was extinguished in the nose, but the smoke was still rising-and then fell down extremely slowly-a few tons of strong body and the black color The phosphorous piece slammed down so loudly that Harry could swear that the tree behind was also shaken.
The dragon keepers put down their magic wands and ran towards the animals that they looked after, lying on the ground like hills. They hurriedly tightened the iron chains and tightly bound the iron cage. The ends of these iron chains were deeply buried under the ground.
"Want to take a closer look?" Hagrid asked Mrs. Massim excitedly. The two of them moved slowly to the fence. Harry followed closely. Harry finally recognized the person who had warned Hagrid not to approach. He is Charlie. Weasley.
"Alright? Hagrid?" He gasped and said, "They are in good shape now. We shut them in the net and put them on the road. Although they may like to wake up in darkness and tranquility, they are just as you said. They were unhappy when they saw it."
"What kind of Charlie do you have?" Hagrid asked, still staring at the nearest black dragon, with a trace of reverence. The dragon's eyes were wide and round, and Harry seemed to blink in it. I saw a gleam of golden.
"This is the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon" Charlie said. "There is a small green one from Weir soil; there is also the blue-gray one from the Swiss short-nosed dragon; there is also a red Chinese fireball dragon. That one."
Charlie looked around. Mrs. Massim was wandering around the iron cage and staring at the frightened dragons.
"I don't understand why you brought her to Hagrid." Charlie frowned and said, "The contestant shouldn't know what's about to be faced. She will definitely tell her students, right?"
"Just treat it as if she likes it." Hagrid shrugged and still stared at the dragons in the cage.
"It's very romantic, Yehagli," Charlie said, shaking his head.
"Four...So is each player dealing with one?" Hagrid asked.
"Perhaps just stepping over them," Charlie said. "But to be honest, I don't envy the horrible-looking one who ran into the trumpet-tailed dragon. Its tail looks as fierce and dangerous as its head."
Charlie pointed to the tail of the horned dragon and Harry really saw the long spikes lined up densely.
At this time, five of Charlie's colleagues also walked to the horntail. They carried a large pile of huge gray eggs and placed them beside the horntail dragon. The dragon screamed thirstyly.
"I have arranged Hagrid," Charlie said solemnly, and then he asked Hagrid "How is Harry?"
"Very good." Hagrid said, still staring at the egg.
"I hope he can keep that look when he sees these things" Charlie said seriously and carefully not to get close to the fence. "I dare not tell my mother what the first problem he is about to encounter is, she always makes a lot of light. Peach's girl is by his side..." Charlie imitated his mother's anxious look: "How can they let him participate in the game and he is still young! I think there must be an age limit." She watched After the "Daily Prophet", he was so upset that he yelled at his parents! God bless me I never knew about him."
Harry had had enough. He believed that Hagrid would not notice him because there were four dragons and Lady Massim occupying his sight, so he turned quietly and walked away from the castle silently.
Foreseeing what was about to happen, he was not sure whether he was happy with it. Maybe this is better. The first shock is now over. If he saw the dragons for the first time on Tuesday, he might let out a chill in front of the school... but he might also... he would put on his wand to deal with a fifty-foot tall spray that was nailed with scales. The fire dragon, although the wand was no different from a wood saw just now. And he must pass this test.
In full view. how should I do it?
Harry speeded up and walked along the edge of the forest for less than 15 minutes. He had to rush back to the fireside to discuss with Sirius so eagerly that he had never felt so eager to talk to someone. Suddenly there was no sign that he hit a very hard object.
Harry was knocked back and his glasses slanted to one side. He clutched his cloak tightly. There was a sound of "Who is there?"
Harry hurriedly checked whether the cloak was still covering himself. He lay quietly and stared at the black silhouette of the wizard he had hit. He recognized the goatee...it was Kakrov.
"Who is there?" Kakrov shouted again, looking suspiciously in the darkness. Harry remained silent. After about a minute, Kakrov seemed to think he had hit some kind of animal. He looked around waist-high as if looking for a dog.
Then he climbed back under the bushes and began to walk slowly towards where the dragon was.
Slowly and cautiously Harry stood up and began to walk out again. He lowered his voice and walked through the darkness to Hogwarts as quickly as possible.
He knew exactly what Kakrov had to do. He once sneaked off the boat to find out what his first mission was. He might even see Hagrid and Mrs. Massim around the woods-it's not difficult to see them within a certain distance... and now all Kakrov has to do is follow the voice like Mrs. Massim In the same way, he can know what is waiting for the players. On the surface, Cedric was the only one who knew nothing about Tuesday’s test.
Harry came to the castle and slipped past the front door and started climbing the marble stairs. He was almost out of breath, but he still didn't dare to relax at all... He only had less than 5 minutes to get to the fire...
"Nonsense!" he said breathlessly to the fat woman who was hitting the portrait hole.
"You say yes, right" she muttered sleepily without opening her eyes, the portrait swayed forward to let him in. Harry crawled in. There is no one in the public room. Judging from the fact that the smell is very normal, Horshuen doesn't need to throw dung bombs and no one will overhear the conversation between him and Sirius.
Harry took off his invisibility cloak and sat down on the armchair in front of the fire. A dim flame in the room is the only light source. On the table next to him, the badge that Kervey had been trying to use that said "Support Cedric. Digry" was shining in the flames. The above is still "Porter's stench." Harry looked back into the flames and jumped up.
Sirius' head was sitting in the fire. If Harry hadn't seen Mr. Digger doing this in Weasley's kitchen, he would have been scared and delirious. On the contrary, his first smile appeared on his face in these days. He leaped from his chair to the fireside and said, "How are you Sirius?"
Sirius looked different from him in Harry's impression. When they said goodbye, Sirius's face looked as thin and bony as a piece of wood, and was wrapped in a large amount of long, black, unkempt hair-but now the hair is short and clean, Sirius's face is plump and looks younger and more like that picture. The only thing Harry kept—a photo of him was taken at Sirius’ wedding.
"Leave me alone and how are you?" Sirius asked with a serious face.
"I—" Harry wanted to say "very good" for a second—but he couldn't. He had already spoken the most words in a few days before he was relieved of God's arrival-about little believe that he would not participate in the "Three Witch Contest". Scott's lie in the Daily Prophet about..."
"Now Hagrid has also told me that the first problem that is coming is to deal with Long Sirius and now I am in a disaster." He said desperately.
Sirius looked at his eyes full of concern, those eyes still hadn't lost the look that Azkeban gave, the stubborn, lingering look, and he started letting Harry talk and wait until he He calmed down and said, "Halli Dragon, we can handle it, but we have to get there right away. We can't stay here for too long... I broke into an enchanted house to burn the fire. The owner may come back here at any time. I want to warn you a few words."
"What?" Harry asked him, and he felt his spirit slip even more to the bottom. Of course there was nothing more terrifying than the arrival of a dragon?
Sirius then said, "Halikacroft is a corpse eater, do you know what a corpse eater is?"
"Ah he...what?"
"He was caught with me in Azkeban, but now he is released. I bet that the reason why Dumbledore needed Voro at Hogwarts this year was to monitor him when Modi caught Kakrov. Definitely send him to Azkeban first."
"Karkrov was released?" Harry murmured. He struggled to accept another shocking news in his mind. "Why did they release him?"
"He made a bet with the Minister of Magic," Sirius said painfully. "He said he made some mistakes and then pointed out a lot... Finally he got a big male into Azkeban to replace him there. He was really Very unpopular. I can tell you this and since he came out he has been full of hatred for every student and professor in his school, so you have to be careful of the players."
"Okay" Harry replied slowly. "But... you just said that Kakrov wrote my name in the goblet, right? That way, if he did it, he would be a good one. The actor will pretend to be irritated and actually just want to prevent me from participating in the competition."
"We know he was playing tricks," Sirius said, "isn't that enough because he convinced the Minister of Magic to let him go? Now I have been following the "Daily Prophet" Rohali, you know—"
"You always pay attention to other things" Harry said painfully.
"Furthermore, from the article written by the woman named Scott last month, Mody and Hogwarts were attacked the night before. Of course I know she called it a false warning." Sirius hurriedly Said for fear that Harry would intervene. "But I don’t think so. I think someone must be trying to prevent him from reaching Hogwarts. I think someone must feel that it’s more difficult to have him in them. People are willing to investigate this matter in depth. The Demon Eye has heard too many such things. But that does not mean that he can't reveal the truth of the matter. After all, Modi is the best warrior the minister has.
"Then what are you talking about?" Harry said slowly. "Does Kakrov want to kill me?"
But... why? "
Sirius hesitated.
"I heard some very strange things" he murmured. "They have been more active recently than in the past. They appeared in the World Cup in Quatrodis, haven't they? Someone released the mark of the Duke of Darkness... Later you heard of magic Did the secretary of the minister disappear?"
"Percy. Zorkins?" Harry asked.
"It was she who suddenly disappeared in Albania, and it is said that this is where Voldemort last appeared. She must have heard of the appearance of the Three Wizards match, right?"
"Yeah, but she can't go directly to Holdemort, right?" Harry said to himself.
"Listen I understand Percy. Zorkins" Sirius said solemnly. "Then Foldmore could have known the facts about the game, right?" Harry asked, "Do you mean that? Do you think Kakrov might be here as he ordered?"
"I don't know," Sirius said slowly, "I just don't know...Unless Kakrov knows that Voldemort has enough power to protect him, he will dare to beat me like Voldecourt, but no matter who it is Your name is written on the goblet for a reason. I always think that the game is a good way to attack you and make it look like an accident."
"From my point of view, it seems completely premeditated." Harry said gloomily. "They just have to stand back and let the dragons complete their mission."
"That's right—these dragons" Sirius said quickly. "There is a way, Harry, don't be fooled to try a stun spell-the dragon is too powerful and too magical to be defeated by a good person. You need about half a dozen at a time. The magic spells can subdue a dragon."
"Yeah I know, I understand." Harry said.
"But you can do it yourself," Sirius said. "There is a way you only need a spell as long as—"
But Harry raised his hand to prevent him from saying that his heart was beating so hard that he seemed to be jumping out. He heard footsteps on the spiral staircase behind him.
"Go!" He said to Sirius Husky, "Go! Someone is coming!"
Harry hurriedly stood up and hid the fire-if anyone saw Sirius's face in the Hogwarts wall, they would have a catastrophe-the ministry would be involved-he would be tortured about Sirius himself Whereabouts-Harry heard a soft sound from the fire behind him knowing that Sirius had gone. He looked under the spiral staircase-who got up for a walk at one o'clock in the morning and stopped Sirius from telling him how to defeat the dragon What?
It was Ron who looked straight at Harry in his parsley pajamas and asked, "Who were you talking to just now?"
"What's your business?" Harry roared, "What the are you doing here this time of night?"
"I just want to know you are—" Ron stopped and shrugged. "Nothing, I'm going back to sleep~EbookFREE.me~You want to come down and sniff, right?" Harry yelled that he knew Ron was not. Knowing why he walked in knew that Ron didn't do it intentionally but he didn't care-at this time he hated everything about Ron down to a few inches under his pajamas.
"I'm sorry." Ron said his face was flushed with anger. "I didn't expect you to be disturbed. I will let you quietly continue to practice for the next interview."
Harry grabbed a badge that said "Potter Stinks" from the table and threw it through the room with all his might, hitting Ron's forehead and bounced off.
"Fuck you!" Harry said. "That was for you on Sunday. You may even have a scar now. If you are lucky... That's exactly what you want, right?"
He strode across the room to the stairs. He kind of wanted Ron to hold him. He even wanted Ron to punch him. But Ron was standing there in his pajamas and Harry was lying on the bed after a big thunder upstairs. He didn’t have it for a long time. He didn't hear Ron return to the bed while he was asleep.