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"You go to Angelina for help, Fred and George know how to do it, and the whole school will know about it without waiting until noon. Hermione said, "When the time comes, Dumbledore will know that Evan said this, and we'll be in big trouble." ”

"But ......"

"I think Hermione is right, Ron!" Harry sighed, "and as frustrating as it may sound, we should follow the rules and not throw names into the Goblet of Fire." ”

"But ......"

"If you want me to say, it's better not to think about it anymore, the Triwizard Tournament is beyond imagination and dangerous. "We'd better be a spectator or help the Warriors ......."

He glanced at Harry, thinking about how to help him through those three difficulties.

"If Angelina becomes a warrior, I'll help her. ”

"Yes, I will too!"

"Okay, so what are we going to do today?" Ron said annoyedly, seemingly finally giving up on the idea of throwing his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"Go to Hagrid, we haven't been to see him this week. Harry said.

"All five of us went and stayed there until the dinner began, so that no one put their names into the Goblet of Fire. Hermione said happily, "And, as I just remembered, I haven't mobilized Hagrid to S.P.E.W!"

Colin said he had no problem, and Evan said what he saw Hagrid dressed up this morning.

Harry was so surprised to hear Aven's description that he wanted to go over and take a look at it at once.

"Vomit and fried snails, that's terrible. Ron sighed and reluctantly followed the group outside, "Alright, just go to Hagrid, and hopefully he won't ask us to donate a few fingers to the conch." ”

They walked out of the castle to Hagrid's cabin.

The Beauxbatons students seemed to have finished their breakfast and were getting off the wagons.

Evan saw Gabrielle smiling at him, and Fleur and the other girls pretended not to see them.

Thinking of what Gabrielle had said to herself in the morning, it was hard to imagine that they would have talked about themselves for a long time last night.

Judging from the current performance, Evan still thinks that they are indifferent to a few of them!

Ron's eyes widened, still staring at Fleur's back, waiting until she and Madame Maxime walked into the castle.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Hagrid's cabin, where Harry knocked on the door, and immediately came a muffled barking of teeth.

"It's finally here!" Hagrid opened the door, "I thought you little ones had forgotten where I lived!"

"We're so busy!" Hermione said.

She looked up at Hagrid in surprise, and despite her preparation, she was still taken aback by his dress.

Harry, Ron, and Colin kept staring at Hagrid's strange hairstyle, as if they were frightened, it was too bad.

But no one said anything to avoid hurting Hagrid's pride.

They walked in, and Hagrid's hut had only one room.

A huge bed sits in a corner, covered with a quilt made of rags.

In front of the fire, an equally large wooden table and chairs were placed, and a large pile of cured hams and dead birds hung from the ceiling above the fire.

Hagrid began to make tea, and they sat down at the table, and soon the triwizard tournament was about again.

Hagrid seemed as excited about it as they were, unbelievably happy.

"You guys wait," he grinned, "you're going to see things you've never seen before, and the first project is...... Ah, I shouldn't have said that. ”

"Go on, Hagrid!" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Colin urged.

But Hagrid shook his head and grinned.

Evan drank his tea, not knowing if it was the fire dragon or Madame Maxim that made Hagrid so happy.

Or, both.

"I don't want to spoil your spirits. "But it's going to be wonderful, I'll tell you." Those warriors have something to do, I really didn't expect to see the Triwizard Tournament resume in my life!"

Everyone ended up having lunch with Hagrid, but they didn't eat much.

Hagrid made them a pot of stuff, according to him a smorgasbord of steaks.

As a result, Hermione dug a large paw out of her share, and the five of them lost their appetite after that.

Still, they had a good time.

Harry, Ron, and Colin tried their best to coax Hagrid into telling them what the tournament would be, speculating on which participants might be selected as Warriors.

Looking at Ron, it seems that he has forgotten to put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was raining lightly, and everyone felt comfortable.

They sat by the warm fire, listening to the rain pounding on the glass window, and watched Hagrid knit his socks while debating with Hermione about house-elves, for when Hermione showed him the badge, he flatly refused to join the S.P.E.W.

"It's not a good thing for them, Hermione!" he said solemnly, threading a thick bone needle with a yellow coarse yarn, "it's in their nature to take care of humans, and they like that, you see, they'll be sad if they don't get them to work, and it's an insult to them to pay them for it." ”

"But Harry and Evan liberated Dobby, and Dobby is so happy!" Hermione said, "Evan still pays him......"

"yes, yes, there's some freak in every creature. I'm not denying that there are a few quirky elves who are willing to be free, but you can never convince most of them to fight for freedom. Really, it can't be, Hermione. ”

Hermione, annoyed by his words, slipped the box containing the badge into the pocket of her cloak.

By half-past five, it was getting dark.

Aven, Harry, Ron, Colin, and Hermione felt it was time to return to the castle for the Halloween feast and, more importantly, for the announcement of the school warriors.

"I'll go with you. Hagrid said, putting aside what he had knitted, "Wait for me in a moment." ”

He stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers next to the bed, and began to search for something inside.

They didn't pay much attention at first, until a particularly unpleasant smell got into their nostrils.

Everyone's one coughed and looked at Hagrid curiously.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Huh?!" Hagrid turned around, holding a large bottle in his hand, "Don't you like it?"

"Is it a moisturizer that you put on after shaving?" asked Hermione, in a voice that was almost choking.

"Well, it's cologne!" Hagrid muttered, suddenly realizing something, his face flushed, and his voice hoarse, "I probably spilled too much, I'll go wash it off, wait a minute......"

He walked out of the hut with heavy steps, and they saw him desperately washing his face in the bucket outside the window.

"Cologne?!" Hermione asked in surprise, "Hagrid?!"

"What the hell is going on with him?!"

"And the hair and the suit!"

"You'll find out in a moment!" said Aven, in a low voice, preparing to give Hagrid a better bottle of perfume this Christmas. (To be continued.) )