Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

On the night of Hagrid’s trip to Dragon, Harry waited late in the Gryffindor common room. However, he did not give up, he waited until the horizon of the East was bright, and Sirius did not appear.

It seems that he finally missed the appointment time with Sirius.

In fact, just a few minutes before he rushed to the common room, Sirius Black’s face just disappeared from the fireplace. And for a few minutes, he had to wait for nearly a whole night.

And it’s Marx that leads to it all!

If it wasn’t for Marx to go to Hagrid as an image consultant, Harry might have come back for more than ten minutes in the morning, and that time is just fine.

It’s worth mentioning that Harry didn’t wait for Sirius Black, but instead waited for Ron.

At that time, he wore a purple purple whirlpool pajamas and walked into the common room, slamming in front of Harry and looking around.

“You don’t sleep so late, what are you doing here?” Ron squinted.

“What does this have to do with you?” Harry had been waiting for some impatience, and he shouted, “What are you doing here?”

“I just worry, don’t know you-” Ron paused, shrugged, “Nothing. I went back to sleep.”

“You just want to sneak around and inquire, are you?” Harry muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Ron said, his face flushed. “I should understand that you don’t want to be disturbed. Well, I let go, you continue to quietly rehearse your next interview! World’s Savior, Hogwarts Champion!”

Harry grabbed a badge with the words “Potter stinking” from the table and threw it at the room. The badge hit Ron’s forehead and bounced off.

“Give you,” Harry said. “Give you nothing on your chest on Tuesday! If you are lucky, you can have a scar… this is what you want, isn’t it?”

The badge is that Malfoy doesn’t know who to order. If you click it, it will become “Cedric · Diggory is the champion.” Just in the evening, several students who supported Harry are trying to change it to support Harry’s sentence. .

But obviously, that doesn’t seem to be successful.

At this point, Ron was watching his forehead silently.

To be honest, Harry couldn’t help but Ron slammed him into a punch. However, Ron just wore that thin pajamas and stood there for a little while, then brief remark and turned back to the bedroom.

“The coward!” Harry muttered angrily.

After that, Harry had been waiting in the common room for dawn. It turns out that he was only wasting time.

After thinking about it for a moment, he blamed Ron on it – maybe Sirius didn’t show up because Ron suddenly ran out and scared Sirius away.

In fact, he also understands that even if it is really because of Ron, Ron will not know what he accidentally messed up. He understood that Ron was not intentional, but he didn’t care about anything – at this moment, he felt that Ron’s everything was so annoying, from head to toe, including the bare feet of his ankles under his sleep pants.

……

Because Harry missed the time to meet with Sirius, it directly led him to not get a way to deal with Dragon from his godfather.

All day on Sunday, Harry and Hermione spent their spare time in the library. They took out every book related to the dragon that they could find. The two, like a needle in a haystack, began to search in a large book.

But did not find any valuable information.

But in the afternoon, Harry met Moody very “coincidentally” in a corridor.

“Well – Professor, I am going to Herbology -“

“Don’t care about that, Potter. Please… who is there!” Moody seemed to hear something, and he suddenly looked around, but did not find anything.

In order not to let go of a chance, Moody even looked out the window of the corridor and looked out a few eyes.

Harry looked at Moody with a sullen look and didn’t know what to do.

“Have him escaped… Please come with me, Potter.”

Harry followed him and looked worried, not knowing what would happen next. This strange guy looks very keen. If Moody asks him how he found Dragon, what should he do?

But neither of them could find it. Just outside the corridor, a hummingbird was staying on the outer edge of the castle and on the brick edge above the window hole, closely monitoring the occurrence of this.

When Harry followed Moody to his office, the hummingbird smashed his head and flew away with high speed flapping his wings.

Not long after, a silhouette appeared in the bush somewhere in the vestibule.

“This guy is really hard to deal with…” Marx whispered as he burrowed out of the bush. “I wanted to lead him. Who knows that he was almost discovered.”

As he said, he subconsciously looked back at the headmaster room of the castle.

“But fortunately, he won’t do anything harmful to Harry,” he said to himself. “Now I can only hope that the plan will not be affected.”

When Harry came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s office, he rushed into the greenhouse.

As he walked past Professor Sprout, he hurriedly said apologizing to her, then lowered his voice and said to Hermione, “Hermione – we need to help each other!”

“Are we not always doing this?” Hermione replied quietly.

She is trimming the shrubs, and her eyes are rounded on the trembled bushes, full of anxiety. Because it’s not just Harry, she has to face the dangerous game!

But until now, she has no confidence, after all, the enemy is a full eight Dragon! Even if it is spread over every champion, there are two!

“Hermione, we must master the Accio curse before tomorrow afternoon.”

Tomorrow is the day when the champions face the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Everything except Marx is terribly nervous, but only he is completely unfair, and he is screaming at him as usual.

What to do for what to do – for him, the Triwizard Tournament is only part of the plan, he does not need or can not win the final victory. All he has to do is to maintain this bureau steadily to the final stage, and the rest are not the focus.

At noon the next day, Professor Orson called him together and came to the open space where Dragon was the night before.

At this moment, this open space is no longer empty.

On the left hand side, a purple-red big tent is placed on the edge of the open space. You can see that there is a sign on the door of the tent with the words “champion rest”.

On the other side, it is on the original open space. A tall stone wall has been built. The wall stretched far out to the left and right, and it was faintly visible that there seemed to be a corner at the end.

In the middle of the high wall, he also saw a tent, which may be the entrance behind.

“That’s the entrance to Hermione Granger, you’re on the other side.” Professor Orson said as he walked, and said to Marx, “Before the start of the game, each champion will go to their tent alone, waiting for the start of the order. …the specific rules will be announced by Ludo·Bagman in a while.”

Marx followed Professor Orson along the wall for a while, and he discovered that this was a square rock wall!

“It’s definitely Dumbledore’s personal shot of the venue that’s so fast.” Marx secretly speculated.

When Marx saw the entrance to Durmstrang, he returned to Orson with the rest of the venue. At this time, Beauxbatons’ Champion Fleur · Delacour has arrived first.

When Marx walked into the tent, Fleur was sitting on a low wooden bench in the corner. She was not as calm and calm as usual, her face was very pale and she looked like a sick person.

As for Mr. Bagman, he is still the full of energy. When he saw Marx coming in, he also greeted him with enthusiasm.

After a while, the voice of Professor McGonagall was faintly heard outside the tent, and her voice seemed to tremble.

“…When it’s your turn, Potter, Granger. Mr. Bagman is also inside… He will tell you the steps… I wish you good luck.”

“Thank you,” Harry said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.

Marx didn’t hear Hermione’s voice.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a face that was paler than Fleur. Hermione looks very bad and doesn’t know if she can hold it for a while.

“Is it with you?” Seeing Hermione, Marx had to get together and whispered.

“Oh-what? Um… Yes, with it, all three bottles are brought.” Hermione was a little nervous.

“Harry! Great!” Bagman turned his head and looked at him, happily saying, “And Miss Granger… Come in, come in, relax, just like in your own home!”

Bagman stood in the middle of the pale champion, like a big cartoon. He put on the old robe of the Wimbourne Wasps.

“Well, everyone is here now – it’s time to tell you about the situation!” Bagman said happily. “After waiting for the audience to sit down, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn…”

As he spoke, he raised a purple cloth bag and shook it at them.

“You have to pick out the scorpions that they are going to look for, and the area in which they are going,” he pointed to a gorgeous gold-plated wooden box on the table next to him. “Of course, don’t hit the idea of ​​this scorpion, it’s just a Empty scorpion. And the scorpion you are looking for can hide good things inside!”

Bagman looked around for another week and finally said: “The game is going on at the same time. This is a multiplayer competition. Remember, if you find out who will be in danger, the rescue team will immediately help you, but – that It will also mean that you will get a lowest score!”