Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

In the next few days, Malfoy and the three of them went crazy, and he didn't even bother to trouble Potter.

Daphne returned to her usual demure state from the flammable and explosive state. She was very embarrassed about her state before the exam. She felt like she was a different person at that time, and she also suspected that she had schizophrenia.

She frowned sadly, and Brian's comforting words didn't have much effect. But the next day she put the matter behind her and went on a joyful outing with her friends.

Hermione's letter was full of exam content. She seemed to want to check the answers with Brian, and was worried about her transfiguration exam. She always felt that the snuff box she conjured was too big and the left and right sides were not enough. symmetry.

At the same time, she also thanked Brian for his previous help and said that Ron had received a letter from Charlie.

"Ron received a letter from his brother Charlie. He successfully transported the fire dragon back to Romania. He said that Norbert had lost a lot of weight. He had never seen such a thin fire dragon, and it became a little afraid of people. When it saw the wizard, it Shivering."

"I think the good thing is that it has become obedient, and Charlie and the others should be able to save a lot of trouble."

"Thank you very much for your help that time, otherwise Hagrid might have been captured in Azkaban." Hermione expressed her thanks at the end.

Brian looked at the content of the letter and smiled slightly.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he decided to give a reminder in the letter so as not to interfere with the plot.

"...I think I messed up the History of Magic exam, and I don't remember many knowledge points very clearly. You know, I didn't deliberately memorize those trivial bits of knowledge..."

"It's good that the fire dragon thing is over. I don't want anyone to be imprisoned because of my actions. Of course, you have to remind Mr. Hagrid not to let him knowingly commit crimes again. Not every time good luck favors you. With him."

"Of course, there is one thing that still feels a little strange to me. Where did Hagrid get the dragon eggs?"

"Dragon eggs are a very rare thing, and they are also strictly controlled items. They cannot be obtained by ordinary means. Maybe it can help the Ministry of Magic destroy an illegal dragon trafficking den."

Brian folded the letter and handed it to Beca, the owl who was drinking water from a small bowl.

Beca pecked his fingers affectionately and flew away with the letter in her mouth.

"Brian, do you want to hang out?" Malfoy called to him.

"Okay." Brian smiled gently, his mood rarely relaxed.

Sure enough, life at Hogwarts became particularly relaxed and pleasant after no longer having to think about interfering with those trivial plots.

Brian and the others walked out of the castle and came to the sunny field outside. Malfoy also walked with great arrogance and high spirits, like a proud lion patrolling his territory.

Seeing Malfoy's disbelief, Brian almost burst out laughing.

They slowly went down the slope and came to the lake. The lake was sparkling and there were many little wizards playing around the lake.

Brian saw the Weasley twins playing with a giant squid sunning itself in the shallow water. They looked up and winked at him.

Brian sat down under a tree. Malfoy looked at the little wizards playing by the lake with disdain: "What a bunch of immature brats. Why can't they be more mature like me?"

Brian glanced at him, his eyes slightly dull.

"Want to play wizard chess?" Malfoy said with his chin raised.

"Okay." Brian said noncommittally.

"This time I want to avenge my shame."

"Then you have to work harder."

The two played several games of wizard chess, and Brian won them all. Crabbe and Goyle looked on with boredom.

Malfoy said angrily: "I won't play with you anymore. Crabbe, let's have a game."

Crabbe nodded dully.

"Aren't you bullying him?" Brian said playfully, "I don't think Crabbe can understand wizard chess."

Crabbe nodded like a chicken.

"You've been playing for a year and you still haven't figured it out?" Malfoy was so angry that he puffed out from his nostrils.

"That's too complicated," Clark preached. Goyle next to him kept nodding in agreement.

"Sometimes I really doubt whether you have such a thing as a brain." Malfoy said unhappily, "Okay, Brian, let's continue."

"Well, wait a minute, I can teach you a simpler chess game." Brian said thoughtfully, looking at the bored expressions of the two big guys.

He took out a roll of parchment, drew a simple chessboard on it, picked up some stones, and used transfiguration to turn them into smooth chess pieces in black and white.

"It's called backgammon. As long as five pieces are connected in a line, you win. It can be played horizontally, vertically or diagonally." Brian gave a brief demonstration.

"It's such a simple game that even children don't want to play." Malfoy said slowly and contemptuously.

Crabbe and Goyle played a game under Brian's instructions. Malfoy looked up and looked bored, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the chessboard.

Soon, the style of painting changed.

"Crabbe, get down this way, this way, you are as stupid as a donkey..."

"Goyle, you made the wrong move, and he will win!"

"Crabbe, here, here..."

"Goyle, haven't you already won? Why are you still playing?"

Brian looked at Malfoy's yelling command, and saw that Goyle had obviously won but didn't realize it, so he couldn't help but cover his forehead.

Could it be that this game is... difficult for two big guys?

Well, he had no choice.

…

On the other side, Harry and the three were on the other side of the lake, and Hermione received a letter from Brian.

"By the way, who did Hagrid get the dragon eggs from?" Hermione thought about this question seriously for the first time.

"Hermione, why are you still bringing this up?" Ron said dissatisfied. This brought back very bad memories for him.

"No, I suddenly thought of this. You know, dragon eggs are rare..."

Harry suddenly jumped to his feet.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Ron was confused.

"That's right, dragon eggs!" Harry walked around. He had been having nightmares these days, his scar was burning with pain, and every day he was worried that Voldemort would kick open the door to his dormitory and kill him.

"What a coincidence. Hagrid has always wanted to get a dragon egg, and he happened to see a stranger carrying a dragon egg with him at the Pig's Head Bar. It's just like the coincidence that Foley carried a bottle of water of life and death with him!"

"Can you please stop talking about Brian all the time..." Hermione said dissatisfied.

But Harry ignored her and ran towards Hagrid's hut. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and followed him.

…

It was getting dark, and the little wizards went back one after another.

Malfoy had been the backgammon conductor all afternoon and now looked tired.

After they had dinner in the hall, they returned to the common room together.

In the hall, Brian saw the three Harrys with worried and nervous faces. They put their heads together and whispered.

Brian passed behind them and faintly heard some sentences:

"What should I do if Dumbledore is not here...tonight...on the right side of the fourth floor..."

Ron looked up and saw Brian eavesdropping. Malfoy was also listening with his ears pricked up. He glared at them hard, and Hermione looked at Brian with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." Brian said softly, "You continue."

"Potter, don't tell me that you are going out for a night out again tonight?" Malfoy stared at them with an excited and malicious look on his face.

Brian dragged Malfoy away.

"Harry Potter..." Before leaving, Brian looked at Harry with deep and dark eyes and said softly, "When you are cornered, you can hug your enemies."

Harry looked at him confused, feeling that Brian's brain had finally gone bad.

"I think your hug has extraordinary magic." Brian smiled mysteriously.

Then he ignored Harry who seemed thoughtful, pulled Malfoy's robe and left.

Using the psychological knowledge learned in previous lives and enhancing it with a little magic, you can form a small psychological hint. It wouldn't last long, but it would be enough to remind Harry if he faced a life-or-death crisis tonight.

Just a little insurance.

Of course, he had to keep an eye on Malfoy tonight and not let him do bad things.

They crossed the hall and hurried back down the corridor.

"I think I've caught Potter's little tail! As long as we tell Professor Snape, they will definitely have nothing to gain." Malfoy said impatiently, "No, not now, it's best to wait for them to come out. Catch them after the night tour. Maybe we can find Filch..."

Brian looked at Malfoy's excited look and shook his head helplessly.

Let him go, he can't do anything anyway. Harry and the others had an invisibility cloak, and if they couldn't break it, Filch wouldn't be able to catch them.

"Fli?" Quirrell's figure appeared in front of them. He looked a little gloomy.

"Professor Quirrell." Brian nodded politely.

Malfoy raised his head proudly. He had always looked down on this weak and incompetent professor.

"I'm looking for you, Foley." Quirrell ignored Malfoy and narrowed his eyes and said, "Follow me, I need you tonight."

Brian pursed his lips, hesitated and said, "Okay, please wait for me."

"No, right now." Quirrell's voice was stern.

"Okay, Professor."

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