After listening for a moment, Hermione stood up and tiptoed to the door of the cubicle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She gently closed the door to keep Malfoy's voice from entering.

"He thinks Durmstrang is a better fit for him?" Hermione said angrily, "I wish he had gone to school there sooner, and we wouldn't have to put up with him." ”

"As I recall, Krum was also from Durmstrang!" said Ron, "and I've looked it up." ”

"What, Krum is there, too?!" Harry looked a little surprised, "but Sirius said before that the school doesn't have a good reputation......"

"Bad, to be exact!" Hermione snorted dismissively, "According to the European Assessment of Magical Education, this school takes dark arts very seriously, and many dark wizards graduated from there. ”

Of course, Durmstrand's tolerance for black magic is also within certain limits.

If there are really dark wizards like Grindelwald and Voldemort, they will also take measures.

Historically, Grindelwald was expelled from Durmstrang.

Because they could no longer tolerate his messy, increasingly evil research in the dark arts.

"But Krum looks good, by the way, where's that school?" Ron asked, "which country?"

"Somewhere in Northern Europe, I guess, it's near Scandinavia!" says Aven, "I've seen descriptions of the scenery around their school, and it's very much in line with Scandinavia, the largest peninsula in Europe, the highest of the mountain, with vast snow-covered forests, endless snowfields and glaciers, and a polar starry sky." ”

"Aven, you're so good at surprising so much information. Hermione exclaimed, "I'm just surmising that Dumslang was probably far north, a very cold place, because their uniforms also included fur cloaks. ”

"That sounds good, imagine what happens!" Ron said with a sense of fascination, "and it probably won't be hard to push Malfoy down the glacier and make it look like an accident." It's a shame that his mother likes him so much......"

"You'd better mind your own business, Weasley!"

Before Ron could finish his sentence, Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway.

Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his best friends, frighteningly large and vicious.

It's incredible that the two of them seem to have grown at least a foot taller again this summer.

Apparently, they eavesdropped on the conversation through the door of the cubicle.

"Get out, Malfoy, we didn't invite you in. Harry said coldly.

Malfoy ignored him, and he glanced fearfully at Evan sitting by the window, and his eyes fell back on Ron.

Ron's words had clearly made Malfoy very angry, and he wasn't going to leave like that.

"Weasley, what's that?" he asked, pointing to the piglet's cage.

There, one sleeve of Ron's gown robe hung from the cage.

As the train swayed, the moldy lace on the cuffs was very conspicuous.

Ron tried to hide his robes, but Malfoy was quicker than him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling it hard.

"Look at this!" Malfoy was overjoyed, holding up Ron's robe and showing it to Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, do you want to wear clothes like this, I mean, they were still fashionable around the nineteenth century......"

"Eat the, Malfoy!" Ron snatched the robe from Malfoy's hand as Ron's face swelled the color of the gown's robe.

Malfoy let out a string of loud mockers, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked in their gruff voices.

"Why, you want to participate, Weasley? You want to try your hand at it and add glory to your family? You know, it's about money, and if you win, you'll have money to buy some decent robes......"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Ron asked angrily.

"Do you want to participate?" Malfoy said again, looking at Harry, who was also glaring at him, "I guess you would, Potter?

"Either explain your words or walk away, Malfoy. Hermione raised her gaze from Standard Spell, Level 4 and said impatiently.

A smile of joy swept over Malfoy's pale face at Hermione's words.

"Don't you know?" he said happily, "Weasley, your father and your brother both work for the Ministry of Magic, and you don't know? Oh my God, my father told me a long time ago, and I heard Conlina Fudge say it." Anyway, Dad was in contact with high-ranking people in the Ministry of Magic, and probably your Dad was too low to know, Weasley, yes, yes, they probably never talked about important topics in front of him......"

"Of course we know about the Triwizard Tournament!" Evan interrupted him, "and we're going to participate and become Hogwarts Warriors, so if you have a problem with that, feel free to bring it up." ”

Hearing Aven's words, the look of joy on Malfoy's face came to an abrupt end, and he looked a little funny.

He took a step back, looking stunned as if he had just discovered that Evan was here.

Malfoy naturally didn't dare to have any opinion on Aven's words.

Whether it is the experience of last semester or the terrifying, powerful and shocking images of the World Cup, they are all fixed in his mind and can never be forgotten.

He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared together.

Ron stood up and slammed the door of the cubicle shut, using so much force that the glass shattered.

"Ron!" reproached Hermione, drawing her wand and whispering, "Fix it as before!"

The pieces of broken glass automatically formed a complete piece of glass and returned to the door frame.

"I've had enough of him!" Ron said angrily, "His dad is in contact with high-ranking people in the Ministry of Magic, my dad can be promoted at any time, he just likes the position he is ......"

"You don't have to let Malfoy's words affect your emotions, it's not worth it!" Harry said.

"He's going to affect my mood!," Ron said resentfully.

He picked up a sandwich made by Mrs. Weasley and crumpled it into a sauce.

"Okay, Aven, what the hell is the Triwizard Tournament you just talking about?" Hermione turned to look at Aven, "Is this what they've been talking about?!I've guessed I've heard about it there......"

Harry and Ron also focused and looked at Evan curiously. (To be continued.) )