94 Diagon Alley

    En looked at the two witches in horror, "Are you going to make Harry an Auror directly?"

    Harry was limping around the room. Sirius originally planned to teach him a little fighting skills commonly used by Muggles. Later, he felt that it was not a good idea to fight with magical creatures. He also joined the discussion with the witches, adding and subtracting from the list from time to time, and pointed out the use of Harry's spells. .

    Harry's nerves are tense as June 24 approaches, but a little better than before the first and second projects. First of all, he believed that this time he did his best to prepare. Moreover, this is the last obstacle. Regardless of whether the results are good or bad, the competition for the hegemony is coming to an end, and this big burden can be removed.

    The day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very busy. The delivery owl arrived, and a screeching owl delivered Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.

    "What's the matter?" Harry and Ron asked, staring at her. Next to Katie and Gwen also looked at her curiously.

    "Nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper, but Ron snatched it away. He stared at the title and said, "Impossible, but today, this old cow."

    "What?" Harry asked, "Rita Skeeter again?"

    "No." Ron also wanted to hide the newspaper like Hermione.

    "Writing about me?" Harry asked.

    "No." Ron said in a tone of complete disbelief.

    But before Harry asked to read the paper, Draco Malfoy on the Slytherin table across the hall cried out.

    "Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? Are you all right? Not going crazy at us?"

    Malfoy also held a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand. The Slytherin students were all snickering, turning to see Harry's reaction.

    “Show me,” Harry said to Ron, “show me.”

    Ron reluctantly handed over the newspaper, and as soon as Harry opened it, he saw his own photo with the headline on it:

    [Harry Potter - Distracted, Emotionally Dangerous

    Special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports: The boy who defeated You-Know-Who is emotionally unstable and can be quite dangerous. The recent shocking revelation of Harry Potter's bizarre behavior has cast doubt on his suitability for competition as difficult as the Triwizard Tournament, or even for Hogwarts.

    The Daily Prophet exclusively revealed that Potter was often sick at school, telling people that the scar on his forehead was painful ). During last Monday's divination class, a Daily Prophet reporter witnessed Potter rushing out of the classroom, saying the scars were so painful that he couldn't continue the class.

    Senior experts at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries said Potter's brain may have been affected by Mysterio's magic, and he insisted that the scars were still painful, indicating that he was mentally confused.

    "He may also be pretending," said one expert, "perhaps to draw attention."

    But the Daily Prophet also uncovered something disturbing about Harry Potter, which Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore has been careful to cover up.

    "Potter speaks Parseltongue," revealed Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year Hogwarts student. "A lot of students were attacked two years ago, and most people thought Potter was a Behind the scenes, because everyone saw him in a duel club and let a snake bite a boy. But that was covered up. He also made friends with werewolves and giants. We thought he would do anything for power. "

    Parseltongue (the ability to talk to snakes) has long been considered black magic. In fact, the most famous Parseltongue of our time is You-Know-Who himself. A member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, who asked not to be named, said he thinks any wizard who speaks Parseltongue "is worth investigating, and I'm personally very skeptical of anyone who can talk to snakes, because snakes are often used in the most vicious black magic, and has historically been associated with bad guys." Likewise, "people who associate with evil creatures such as werewolves and giants are usually violent".

    Albus Dumbledore should consider whether it is appropriate to allow such a boy to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. There are fears that Potter will use dark magic because of his desire to win. The third competition event will be held tonight. "]

    “Not so much for me, does it?” Harry said lightly, folding up the newspaper.

    Slytherin, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were mocking him. They tapped their fingers on the forehead, made mad looks, and stuck their tongues out like snakes.

    "How did she know that your scar hurt in divination class?" said Ron. "She couldn't have been there, and she couldn't have heard—"

    "The window is open," Harry said. "I opened the window to get some air."

    "You're on the top floor of the North Tower!" said Hermione, "your voice doesn't reach the grounds below!"

    "Hey, you should be the one who studied eavesdropping magic!" Harry said, "Tell me how she knew!"

    "I was thinking!" said Hermione, "but...but..."

    Hermione's face suddenly showed a strange, dreamy expression, she slowly raised a hand and stroked her hair.

    "Are you all right?" Ron asked her, frowning.

    "It's all right," said Hermione, holding her breath, and she stroked her hair again, then raised her hand to her mouth, like she was holding a walkie-talkie. Harry and Ron looked at each other.

    "I have an idea," said Hermione, looking ahead, "I think I know...because then no one can see...not even Moody...she can Climbing onto the windowsill...but it's not allowed...it's definitely not allowed...I think we caught her! Give me two seconds - go to the library and check!"

    Before she finished speaking, Hermione grabbed her schoolbag and ran out of the auditorium.

    Gwen got annoyed reading the article, "Why is there this woman everywhere, she should be caught - what the Orientals say - tongue-pulling hell!"

    "What is that?" Ron asked in horror.

    "Qiu told us before," Katie casually cut a piece of bacon into her mouth, "Anyone who slanders and deceives people. In the tongue-pulling hell, some of the little goblins will open people's mouths, clamp their tongues with iron pliers, and pull them out."

    "And it's slowly elongated, and then pulled down." Gwen pulled a small piece of bacon to and fro.

    Ron folded his arms and shivered three times, "Then she should really go and see, this old witch, Skeeter, should remember not to talk nonsense in the future."

    After dinner, Harry, as a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, can skip the final exam. He was allowed to sit in the back of the classroom every exam, looking for useful spells for the third item. But Professor McGonagall called him away, and it was said that the warriors were gathering in the conference room.

    "But it's game night!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on his body, thinking he had misremembered the time.

    "I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said. "The Warriors' relatives have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet."

    Harry, looking confused, asked Gwen and the twins, who didn't have the exam, "The Dursleys won't come to my game."

    "Maybe Sirius, I saw him tick off a mail-order dress the other day," Fred said.

    So Harry walked across the hall and pushed the door into the conference room.

    He saw Mrs Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him. And, of course, Sirius in a navy blue velvet robe.

    "I didn't think so!" said Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically. Harry grinned and stepped forward. "We want to come and see you play, Harry!" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

    "How are you?" Bill smiled and shook hands with Harry. "Charlie wanted to come, too, but couldn't get away. He said your fight against the Hornets was amazing, it was incredible."

    Harry noticed Fleur Delacour looking at Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder. You could tell she wasn't averse to long hair and earrings with fangs.

    "It's good to be back," Bill said, surveying the conference room (the Fat Lady's girlfriend Violet winked at him in the frame), "I haven't seen this place in five years. That Is the portrait of the Mad Knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"

    "Oh, it's still there," said Harry. He met Sir Cadogan last year.

    "Where's the fat lady?" Bill asked.

    "She was there when I went to school," Mrs. Weasley said. "I didn't get back to the dorm one day at four in the morning, and she gave me a hard--"

    "What are you doing outside the dorm at four in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.

    Mrs. Weasley smiled, eyes sparkling.

    "I was walking with your father. He was caught by Apollion Prinlow, the housemaster at the time—your father still has a mark on him."

    George, who learned about this later, slammed his thigh, feeling that he had embarrassed his father.

    "Dad and mom didn't go back to the dorm until four in the morning when we went to school." George told Gwen in a suggestive tone.

    Gwen glanced at George's ass, "Honey, is your **** thick? Anti-spanking? I think Filch has been very ambitious to give that a few whips."

    One morning Harry took Bill and Mrs Weasley and the handsome Mr Black showing off his new robes around Hogwarts. The four then went back to the castle for lunch.

    "Mom - Bill!" Ron was startled as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. "What are you doing here?"

    " Come see Harry