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Text Chapter 35 Before the second game

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    It's breakfast time every day again. Students gather in the hall to replenish energy. One owl carries the latest "Daily Prophet" flying over the four college tables. Some even take one after completing the task of delivering the letter.  Sausage or something.  Some students unfolded newspapers and began to chant, and people around them came over to start discussions about today's various news.

    Raffi yawned and walked into the hall without grace. When he passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy sneered at his warped and messy hair. Raffi pretended not to hear and slowly walked to Gryffindor.  Over there, start pouring yourself a bowl of cereal.

    Hearing a familiar voice, Hermione raised her head from the newspaper and frowned at the sight.  "What happened to your hair?" she asked.

    "It's just a little messyI was woken up by Harry at three o'clock last night, and then listened to his adventure stories and constant complaints." Lafite replied, "Actually, I almost didn't want to come down, but I can't miss it.  breakfast."

    "Are you sure it's a bit messy?" Hermione twitched the corner of her mouth at his hair. She took out her wand and waved it to calm down the snarling hair.

    "Are you talking?" Neville interrupted, "I slept so deeply last night that I didn't hear anything."

    Rafi was unhappy when he heard it: "No, you heard it, you just didn't wake up, and you threw pillows at us - Seamus didn't hear anything. He snored very loudly."

    "Uh, would I do something like this when I was asleep" Neville was very embarrassed. He stopped talking and lowered his head to fight with a few slices of bacon.

    Ten minutes later, after Raffi had finished two bowls of cereal, three pieces of garlic bread and some scrambled eggs, Harry came over and sat down in an even worse state. However, his hair was usually very messy, so it looked like  On the contrary, it was better than Lafite just now. After sitting down, he grabbed a jar of jam and poured it on the bread.  Soon the stinking-faced Ron also appeared, and several stern looks flew towards him from the other end of the table. Ron moved his lips, and when he sat down, he deliberately moved to the side as far away from Lavender and the other girls.

    "What's wrong with you boys?" Hermione said, "Didn't you sleep at all yesterday?"

    "What's wrong with you girls!" Ron whispered, "I found out yesterday that I had dropped my wallet as a bag of herbs in the potions classroom. These two bastards were not here and Neville was sleeping. I had no choice but to go out and look for them.  Fortunately, I didn't lose it or find it - when I came back, the three women in the lounge looked like they were trying to skin me!" At this point, he took another sneak look at the person sitting on the other side.  There were several girls with gloomy faces, poking the scrambled eggs with their forks. Ron shuddered and quickly lowered his head to pretend not to notice.

    Hermione coughed twice unnaturally. As a roommate who lived in the same dormitory, she had some understanding of Lavender and Parvati's plans.  "You can't blame them entirely" she said, "Well, I would say this is all Professor Trelawney's divination class. She made these people obsessed."

    "Hey, these are mainly their own problems. You just always think that divination is a lie." Lafite began to speak for his relatives, "When I entered the lounge, they were still shouting that it couldn't be him -  ¡ª¡±

    "Then they can still think normally. If they just believe it, they will be dead." Hermione nodded and said, "Let's go, the Charms class is about to start."

    In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick announced that the spell practiced today is the Banishing Curse, which is the exact opposite of the Flying Curse and can get harmful things away from you.  Professor Flitwick thoughtfully prepared a lot of soft cushions for practice in the classroom to prevent students from injuring each other with their spells during practice.  Ron insisted that these cushions were exactly the same as those used in Professor Trelawney's Divination class. Harry sniffed and said that it was impossible because he did not smell the usual incense on them.

    Laffey was no stranger to banishing spells, but he had never paid attention to the accuracy before. Professor Flitwick asked the cushion to be dropped in a box at the other end of the classroom, and it took him two attempts to hit it accurately.

    Ron also chanted a spell on a soft cushion, which flew into the air and hit Lavender on the head, knocking her bow out of place.  Lavender turned back angrily, waved her wand and made close contact with Ron's face with a soft cushion.  When the students who had planned this for a long time saw this scene, they all gave up their purpose of expelling the cushions into the box and instead aimed at other people's faces.  And many people's spells were not accurate, the cushions hit extra targets everywhere, and the people who were hit fought back one after another. A normal spell class turned into a cushion war for some reason.

    "Stop, stop!" Professor Flitwick ran to the middle of the classroom and shouted to stop him. Who knows which daredevil's spell missed the target? He let out a scream and flew over the heads of a group of students, falling face down into the soft cushions.  in the box.  A startling silence soon centered around him.It stretched across the entire classroom, and everyone's movements froze.

    "Teach, Professor!" Lafite reacted first and rushed forward in two steps to pull out Professor Flitwick.

    "No, it's okay." Professor Flitwick said tolerantly, waving his hand for the students to continue practicing. His glasses were crooked and it took him a few seconds to straighten them.  "Almost every time I teach this class, I will, um, fly once or twice so I prepared soft cushions"

    The students coughed unnaturally. They were more serious this time. At least no one cast spells randomly anymore. However, sometimes Professor Flitwick, who was responsible for guiding the students, would still be accidentally injured, such as through several cushions.  He passed by and fell on the cabinet in the corner. Immediately, students rushed to rescue him and kept apologizing.

    Hermione tried three times in a row, and her cushions successfully flew into the box.  "By the way, Harry, what on earth were you talking about last night?" she asked. In the noisy classroom, no one noticed that they were discussing additional things.

    "This guy unlocked the secret of the golden egg, but the price was that the Marauder's Map was confiscated by Moody." Lafite replied, with a look of pity on his face, feeling that this was not a good deal.

    "He just wanted to borrow it," Harry said unhappily. "He helped me a lot last night. I was almost caught by Filch and Snape. It was his help in lying that saved me."  .¡±

    "Yeah, he just said he could borrow it for a while, and didn't say how long it would take to return it." Lafite said sourly. He thought this was terrible. Harry, who always stayed in the Gryffindor Tower, had no idea about this.  What a trouble for him - what if one day he went out to the kitchen to deal with the house elves and came out and ran into Moody.

    "Ha, you do know how to make sarcastic remarks," Harry said. "If you hadn't encouraged me last night, why would I have gone to the prefects' bathroom"

    "What's wrong?" Ron asked, feeling that there was a hint of sadness and anger in Harry's words.

    "He lied to me!" Harry pointed at Lafite and complained, "He said being a prefect is so worth it. The prefect's bathroom is big and gorgeous, and you can wash it as long as you want"

    "Isn't it?" Lafite asked.

    "Yeah, I can wash it as long as I want, and Myrtle can look at it as long as she wants!" Harry lowered his voice and said, "She said she closed her eyes when I went down - ha, who?  Believe it!"

    Several other people began to hold back their laughter, and the result was that they made a weird cooing sound.

    "Oh, she's actually quite good - after all, she helped you unlock the secret of the golden egg, right? You have to listen underwater." Lafite comforted him.  In fact, he was very lucky that Harry went first last night, otherwise he would have wanted to try it Lafite finally understood why Myrtle mentioned the benefits of the prefect's bathroom several times in a row. It turned out to be this guy's hobby.  Just hiding in a faucet and peeking at the prefects - he should have thought of it earlier, otherwise how would Myrtle know that Cedric is the prefect with the best figure, and Ballov has a big body that is not usually visible?  Where's the belly!

    "Yeah, it's not you who was seen with his whole body." Harry said, and Lafite laughed dryly.

    "What exactly is the second project?" Hermione asked.

    ¡°In one hour, find the mermaid underwater and get back your most important things.¡±

    Lafite tried his best and said that he knew a spell that could allow Harry to breathe freely underwater for an hour.  Harry was greatly relieved, because the methods proposed by others were all unreliable - for example, Ron said that he could use the Flying Charm to find a pair of scuba from a nearby Muggle town, but this was completely impossible.  Because Harry doesn't know how to scuba dive, and Hermione specifically pointed out that doing so would violate the International Code of Magical Secrecy.

    Hermione¡¯s suggestion was ideal, transform yourself.  But they haven't practiced human transfiguration yet. That's for sixth grade. Even if they ask Professor McGonagall to teach them in advance, it's useless. She will definitely give them a severe criticism and an hour-long explanation of transfiguration.  Giving yourself the consequences of deformation without fully grasping it.

    Neville¡¯s suggestion is relatively reliable. He said that there is a magical herb called gillyweed.  "This thing comes from the Mediterranean. After eating it, you will grow gills and flippers -" Neville pointed to his book "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics". When it came to herbal medicine, his knowledge was the third.  first class.

    Harry looked at the diagram on the page. The gillyweed looked like a mass of things entangled with countless slippery rat tails. He shuddered and tried to restrain himself from imagining that the thing was chewing on.  What does it taste like in your mouth?

    "This spell is called the Head Bubble Curse, and its function is to cover the head with a large bubble filled with air." Lafite said, "In fact, this spell was originally used to isolate poisonous gases.???Remember the toilet failure in the Ministry of Magic some time ago?  When I went for repairs, there was a guy who didn't know how to use the head-soaking charm, and he was knocked unconscious¡ª¡ª"

    "Damn, can you not say such things?" Harry said in disgust.  Lafite shrugged and began to explain in detail how to cast the spell.

    They attend classes during the day and practice in the Room of Requirement at night, and time flies by like this.  When Harry finally mastered the Bubble Charm, he excitedly wrote a letter to Sirius, hoping to get his praise.  By the way, the letter mentioned that Mr. Crouch invaded Snape's office that night for some unknown reason, and that there was also disharmony between Snape and Moody.  Sirius's reply arrived quickly. There were no words of praise in it. Instead, it asked them to inform them of the date of their next weekend trip to Hogsmeade. Harry was very disappointed.

    "As for that night, I'm not surprised at all that Moody suspected Snape. But I really can't figure out why Crouch would go to Snape's office to look for something." Laffey said.  The next day was the game. They sat on the soft chairs in the common room and chatted.

    "It's possible that Snape secretly smuggled some strange drugs." Harry said, "But that doesn't require him to personally investigate."

    "Someone is specifically targeting big shots. You see, we are also smuggling strange items, so no one comes to check us - do you want to see our new products?" Fred's voice came, and the twins came in from the entrance to the lounge.  , Fred threw down a bag, and Lafite opened it and found freshly baked butter beer cookies inside.

    ¡°There¡¯s nothing in it, it¡¯s a bribe.¡± George said.

    "McGonagall asked you to go," Fred said, "and you, Hermione."

    "You asked us to come so late?" Lafite was surprised. His mind began to think about whether Moody had discovered something, and then he began to mobilize all teachers to hold a meeting.

    "We don't know why, but she looks very serious." George said.

    "Okay," said Raffi, and he stood up and walked past the Fat Lady's portrait with Hermione.

    "Could we have accidentally violated the rules?" Hermione couldn't help but ask on the way. Professor McGonagall rarely called students to her office like this, especially now that it was eight o'clock.

    "Don't worry, if I violated something, there is no reason to implicate you." Lafite said, he took a few steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office.  After a creak, Dumbledore's face appeared behind the door, and Lafite's eyes widened.  Dumbledore didn't seem to notice their stiff bodies, and smiled and asked them why they didn't come in, because the cold wind in the corridor was not good for their health.

    Lafite walked into the office bravely, but there was no Moody inside. There were only Professor McGonagall, Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw, and a little girl who was at most eight years old. Her hair was silver and fluffy, like a  A cloud of mist.

    "I'm sorry to have called you here so late," Dumbledore said. "I remember when I was young I used to put on my pajamas and go to bed at this time, or roast marshmallows around the fireplace, and by the way you're coming.  A piece? I have some materials here"

    Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

    "Oh, let's get down to business first." Dumbledore said, "You are here because you are the most important people of the four warriors¡ª¡ª"

    Lafite suddenly had a very bad premonition.

    "The second event of the Triwizard Tournament is for the warriors to dive into the lake within an hour, find the hostages snatched by the mermaids and return -"

    The little silver-haired girl let out a scream.  "Yes, but I don't know how to dive!" she said, with a hint of whimpering in her voice.  "And I'm afraid of being underwater for that long¡ª"

    "I can assure you that there is absolutely no danger. I will cast a spell to hypnotize you so that you can breathe freely underwater, so that you will not see unfriendly creatures like Grindylow. Moreover, as soon as you come out of the water  , will wake up." Dumbledore conjured a plate of food from nowhere, "Would you like some raspberry pie?"

    The little girl stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes. After a while, she seemed to be less scared. She stretched out her hand and took a piece of pie to say thank you.

    "Professor, I have a problem." Lafite sorted it out during this period. The little girl must be the most important to Fleur, and Qiu Zhang needless to say that she is Cedric's baby, but the other two  what's going on?  "How do you know this most important thing - why is Hermione the most important thing to Klimt, and how did I become the most important thing to Harry?"

    Dumbledore handed him the plate with the pie. Lafite blinked and reluctantly took the smallest piece.

    &nbsp"The most important thing among warriors may vary over time. For example, the most important thing before Krum came here was definitely another person, and you have helped Harry so much recently that he has begun to rely on you.  "Dumbledore said, "Don't think so much, come and enjoy the delicious food. I'm afraid I will have to cast a spell on you after you finish eating this snack."

    Lafite looked sadly at the piece of pie smaller than a palm in his hand, and began to consider whether to eat it in two bites or bite it slowly.
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