In the days following the Warriors roster being confirmed, the relationship between the several academies seemed to be a little strained.

Hufflepuff thought that Harry Potter had seized the opportunity that belonged to Cedric, and Malfoy was just that, and Cedric himself said that he was convinced, and they could not continue to attack unscrupulously, and somewhat restrained. The fourth Warrior seemed to be a good target, and they weren't so polite to Harry.

Why wasn't that extra Warrior Cedric? That's what many Hufflepuff students thought.

Naturally, Gryffindor students could not accept their denigration of the warriors of their own house, and they often seemed to be full of gunpowder.

Coupled with the fact that some of the Slytherin students sometimes deliberately passed by them with a sense of superiority and provocation, Hogwarts seemed very restless these days, and if it weren't for the school rules, they had no doubt that they would fight.

The attitudes of the teachers were also different, and Snape was tireless in Potions class to taunt Harry, such as-

"Impulses are inherited, but you're more aggressive than your stupid father. Snape whispered in his lazy tone next to Harry as he finished his lecture and let the students do it themselves. "Also, you'd better pray that you don't get hurt, or I don't know if I'll put something weird in the healing potion I configured. ”

Harry's steady hand that was stirring the crucible trembled, and he couldn't help but clench the stirring rod, and the gray-green liquid suddenly splashed as if it had not been for Harry's glasses.

"The person in charge of the healing mission is obviously Madam Pomfrey, what does it have to do with you, noisy old bat. Ron muttered from the side.

"Distracted speech in class, insulting the teacher, Gryffindor deducted 20 points. Snape smiled grimly and said coldly.

"Ignore him, Ron. Hermione didn't speak until Snape walked over to the Slytherin students to start tutoring, "He's here to deliberately interfere with Harry, he wants Harry to be upset, let's just be silent, the more radical the behavior, the more he wants." ”

"Clear water like a fountain!" she said, squirting a little water from her wand as she helped Harry clean his potion-stained glasses.

This was the case with Slytherin's and Gryffindor's Potions lessons.

As for Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class, both warriors seem to have been targeted.

The usually kind old lady seemed to have become extra cautious, arranging the most tedious work for them, and as the head of Hufflepuff, the seeded players of her own house were brushed down, and she was still quite resentful.

Malfoy, for example, had to cut ginger roots, a rhizome with a pungent scent, without a mask. It can be used to make ginger salamander biscuits and gingerbread, and after becoming a cooked food, it will become very fragrant and appetizing, but in the pure natural state before it is treated, the smell of this plant is very pungent and will make people sneeze uncontrollably, and certain protective measures must be taken when handling, such as a mask to cover the mouth and nose.

Well, the generous Hufflepuff even the punishment was so kind that it couldn't help but make Malfoy feel inexplicably amused.

This stimulation was not a punishment for him at all, but in order to make the old lady feel better, he still pretended to squeeze out a few tears, pretending to be very uncomfortable.

After he had completed the task without complaint, Professor Sprout felt that he seemed to be angry a lot, and he returned to his usual appearance.

"Uh... Still good luck. After class, the old lady stopped Malfoy, and reluctantly said that after all, he was not a student of the same college, but the honor symbolized was still the same school.

Harry, on the other hand, was slapped in the face by a bouncing bulb on a tray in her class, causing everyone to laugh and unlucky.

Professor McGonagall is much more responsible, not only as the Gryffindor Headmaster, but also as the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, which means that she not only has to complete her teaching duties during the Goblet of Fire, but also has to do her best to maintain the image of Hogwarts.

"You know, I rarely talk about digressions in class, but today is different, and you'll find that I've been teaching very quickly, just to make time for something else......" Professor McGonagall said to the students from the podium after teaching the Transfiguration course in her area of responsibility, from first year to seventh year, every house was warned.

"I don't want students from other schools to laugh at us at Hogwarts for not being united, and I guess you don't want to. Her gaze swept from one end of the classroom to the other, her mouth tightly pursed into a thin line, and when she frowned, the wrinkles around her eye sockets became more prominent, and she looked as if she was a few years older.

"So, there are some things I don't want to hear anymore. The students were silent, the old lady was usually serious, old-fashioned, and it was rare to have such a harbinger of uncontrollable anger as now.

When was the last time the basilisk panic swept through the school? Of course, there was a little more worry in that anger.

After her class, all the students finally learned to restrain their words and actions, but some emotions were not vented through words, but through their eyes.

They looked at the two warriors with some "jealousy" and "hatred" in their eyes.

"It is the mediocre who is not envied. In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy's words calmed the agitated fellow House mates, who were clamoring to give the group a look, and Professor McGonagall's words seemed to have lost their deterrent effect, and had not yet taken effect.

"As Slytherin students, we don't need to spend time on unnecessary disputes, strength is the best crown we have on our heads, isn't it? ”

It has to be said that Malfoy's reputation in the house has been growing more and more, and since the second year, he has continued to directly or indirectly honor his house, and this reputation is like a tower of solid bricks, which is extremely strong.

It also made him think about how to maximize the use of it.

In any case, the week ended in a different atmosphere, as if in the blink of an eye, it was the weekend.

This was a key point in the process before the game began, and on Sunday, all the warriors were notified that they were going somewhere.