On Sundays, in the Gryffindor lounge, the fireplace was blazing, keeping the outside cold out of the window.

Harry, as if he was going to discuss some secret, pulled Hermione and Ron down to a small table and began to pour out in their ears.

A few minutes later.

"What?, the dragon?" said Ron, shocked, as if an egg could be stuffed straight into his mouth.

"Ron! Be quiet!" Hermione immediately kicked Ron from under the table to shut him up, then lowered her voice and asked, "Is the news reliable, how did you know that?" Harry?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. Harry said with some frustration, "Hagrid, he took me to see it last night, and I was still wearing the Cloak of Invisibility." ”

For some reason, Hagrid, as a specially invited magical beast expert, also came to Hogwarts yesterday, and the three of them had a good meeting with him, and they also understood what Hagrid meant by "goodbye soon" at that time, and they also took this opportunity to have a good time in Hogsmeade Village.

And when they parted, Hagrid leaned down and whispered something in Harry's ear, telling him to go to him alone at night - just to help Harry.

"You're cheating!" Hermione said subconsciously, her brow furrowed unconsciously.

"I'm going to die, and I'm cheating for a long time!" Ron said angrily.

Hermione was a little sneering, and she knew that now was not the time to discuss the issue of "cheating", but it was just habit that drove her to say so.

"I'm not alone. Harry explained, "When I was wearing the Cloak of Invisibility, I also saw the Headmaster of Durmstrang and the Headmaster of Beauxbatons, especially Madame Maxim, and I guessed that Hagrid was dating her, and it seemed that Hagrid was still very infatuated with the lady, so he almost told him. ”

"I said, they all cheat, that's not fair. Ron said immediately.

"Wait, Harry. Hermione grabbed her wand and immediately ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Where is she going?" Ron asked, unconcerned, before persuading Harry, "Why don't we quit the race, we won't lose our lives." ”

He had apparently forgotten the wonderful pact that had been formed between the Goblet of Fire and the Warriors.

In his mind, the fire dragon was a terrifying creature.

And soon Hermione concretized it all.

It wasn't long before Hermione rushed back into the common room like a whirlwind, the only difference from when she went out was the books she had picked up in both hands, stacked up to the ceiling.

"Dragons are extremely difficult to slaughter because their thick skin is permeated with ancient magic that only the most powerful spells can penetrate." Hermione sat back next to the two of them, and carefully pulled out a copy of it, the faded handwriting on the cover hinting at the book's long history.

The title page begins with a clear mention of the horror of dragons, but then there is no mention of any real means of resisting them, because this is really just a fantasy, and the later themes are fantasies and lust.

This is the routine of Dragon Quest many years ago, maybe it was written by some bard.

"Try it again. Hermione closed the handful of books and opened a copy of The Man Who Dote on Dragons.

"Oh, why, do you want to give the dragon's claws or teeth a full maintenance?" Ron said mockingly.

Hermione stopped talking, her proud book knowledge didn't seem to be of much use at this time, and almost no one left in the books the exact way to deal with the dragon, and some were only some analysis of the dragon.

"The dragon's eyes are a weakness, that's where it is most vulnerable, and there is no magic to protect it," Hermione said again, pointing to an image in the book, and the pages of the book outlined a fire dragon with delicate brushstrokes, with fierce eyes, gray eyes bulging out, a pair of thick hind legs, a bloody mouth with extremely sharp fangs, and a circle of strangely looking thin sharp horns around his face, on which a mark was drawn with red ink next to the dragon's eyes to point out his weakness.

"Yes, Harry's ability to cast spells on dragons' eyes with precision. Ron also pointed to where Hermione was pointing, "But do you think the dragons Harry will face are the same size as the pictures drawn, and do you know how tall and strong they will be?"

"Of course I know, this is just my suggestion, and we can continue to discuss how to achieve this!" Hermione said angrily.

"I think I can turn to Sirius for help," Harry said cautiously.

Seeing his two friends arguing for his safety, his heart was a little unhappy, but he also felt warm in his heart.

Maybe it's hard for me to find a friend who cares so much about my safety.

"That's a great idea!" Hermione said excitedly, her eyes shining.

The three of them then began to seriously discuss the countermeasures against the fire dragon, even if they had some confidence in their hearts, they could not pin all their hopes on Sirius.

"Maybe I can wait and ask Professor Moody?" thought to Harry, but he still had to hide it from his two friends.

"By the way, Ron, you have an older brother named Charlie, right, I saw him at the time. Harry said suddenly.

"Yes, he works in Romania, and he didn't expect to have time to come back this time, and his mother will be very happy. Ron was in high spirits, as if he was glad to see his brother.

This brother didn't play tricks on him like Fred and George.

"What are you discussing?" the Weasley twins happened to walk into the Gryffindor common room, rubbing their hands together and putting them to their lips for steam, because it was so cold outside.

The three of them immediately dispersed, and they decided not to reveal the secret of the fire dragon to anyone else.

"Maybe they're talking about a wonderful prank. Fred nodded.

"Let's get to work, man, the Cloak of Invisibility isn't finished yet. George said, and then the brothers found a table to start their unfinished business.

"I'll go to the library and look up some information, you can continue. Hermione stepped out of the room with the book, and soon came to the library, found a place to sit down casually, and began to flip through the books in front of her.

"I'm sleepy. At the desk, Hermione yawned, rubbed her eyes, feeling a little tired, she looked up at the window, there was no sunlight today, but it was clear that it was getting dark.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and Hermione was ready to leave, so maybe it would be a good idea to go back to the dorm room and continue to watch.

"Hermmy Ong, is that your name, I just asked somebody about it. A tall boy stood in front of Hermione's eyes, looking a little nervous, and you wouldn't think of him as the Seeker who was the most dominant Seeker in the Quidditch World Cup, Victor Krum.

"It's Hermione. Hermione repeated her name one more time.

"Can we make friends?" said Krum, a little nervous.

"Absolutely. Hermione politely said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, let's talk another day." Then she left the library in a hurry, leaving only the boy's back as he had left.

......

Back in the dormitory, Hermione was still preoccupied with Harry's affairs, she had to extract the possible useful information from the many pieces of information that might be false, and in order to be more efficient, she could only glance at ten lines, quickly flipping the pages with her slender fingers, and in the other hand she was holding a pen and writing on the paper.

Sensing that she was a little sleepy, Hermione gently tapped her forehead with her palm.

In the case of extreme exhaustion, the ability to think will be temporarily reduced, and the same is true for concentration, but sometimes, this out-of-the-box thinking can also remind people of something that has been overlooked.

"When I was wearing the Cloak of Invisibility, I saw the headmaster of Durmstrang and the headmaster of Beauxbatons, and it seemed that Hagrid was still very infatuated with the lady, so I almost told him about it. ”

For some reason, Hermione's mind suddenly remembered Harry's previous words, and she suddenly realized that in this way, three of the four warriors should have known the information about the game earlier.

"He'll find out, right?" Hermione's mood suddenly became a little complicated now, and she was inexplicably a little worried.

"Yes, his dad works at the Ministry of Magic right now, so he'll be able to find out. Hermione said to herself, reassuring herself, she hadn't realized that she had unconsciously started to worry about someone, and even hoped that someone would help him cheat.

It was just a faint sense of unease that still haunted her, lingering - these were only her speculations.

What if he really didn't know?

Turning her head to look at the clock and the parchment in front of her with Juanxiu's black handwriting, Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

"That's all for today. Hermione thought to herself.

Suddenly, a taut string in her head seemed to break suddenly, and a powerful feeling of tiredness suddenly hit.

Hermione unconsciously closed her eyes, leaned forward, and collapsed to the desk.

She fell asleep.

She was too sleepy.