Receiving no response from Madame Maxime, Hagrid continued, "My father was very sad when my mother left, and my father was a little man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info When I was six years old, if he annoyed me, I lifted him up and put him on top of the closet, always making him laugh......" The deep voice choked even more, and Madame Maxim listened, still motionless, as if gazing at the silver fountain.

"Daddy brought me up...... But, alas, he died, just after I went to school. After that, I was on my own, and Dumbledore helped me a lot, and honestly, he was very nice to me......"

"That's it...... Come on...... I'm out of the way, what about you? Where did you get your genetics?"

At this moment, Madame Maxim suddenly stood up, "It's too cold, I want to go in." ”

"Huh?" Hagrid said confusedly, "No, don't go! I-I've never met anyone else before!"

"Others, you speak clearly!" said Madame Maxim, her tone becoming cold.

"Another half-blood giant, that's needless to say!"

"You're so bold!" Lady Maxim reacted violently to Hagrid's words, and she screamed. "I've never been insulted like this in my life! Half-blood giants? I? I'm just- I'm just big bones!"

Her voice pierced the quiet night sky like a fog horn, and then Madame Maxime walked away in a rage, angrily tossing the flowers along the way, startling groups of colorful little fairies to fly into the air, leaving Hagrid on the bench and looking at her back.

After a minute or so, he stood up and strode away, and instead of returning to the castle, Hagrid walked in the direction of his hut, towards the pitch-black field outside, and he walked too fast for Darren to catch up.

In fact, after running two steps, he stopped, and Darren didn't know what to say to Hagrid about what had just happened, and after standing for a while, he returned to the castle, and it was too cold outside......

In the Great Hall, he saw Parvati and Padma sitting at a distant table with a large group of Beauxbatons boys, Hermione still dancing with Krum, Harry and Ron not moving at the same table, and maybe Darren hadn't been dancing since he was away.

Now that almost all of the girls had found a partner, no one was supposed to be looking for him anymore, and Darren came to Harry and Ron's table and sat down, still with half a bottle of butterbeer still to drink.

When the song stopped, Hermione came over, sat down in an empty chair, and looked having a good time, her cheeks flushed, "Ah, Darren, you're back, where did you go? I didn't find you, well, Wickdore, and asked me to dance again." ”

"You're a good jump," Darren waved his hand and handed it to Hermione when he saw another sherbet bottle on the table, "I guess it's yours." ”

"Thanks," Hermione took and took a big sip, dancing as tiring.

"Hermione, you, you shouldn't get too close to Krum," Ron said with some hesitation, shrugging his shoulders, "He's Durmstran's man, Hogwarts rival. ”

Hermione's mouth opened wide in surprise, and Darren answered Ron's question before her, "Ron, don't be so nervous, the Triwizard Tournament is not a big deal, it's just to get the students of the three schools to play together, Warriors or something, who cares now, could it be that if I win the Triwizard Tournament, I can become the Minister of Magic, or the director of any department? In that case, I'll go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and then let Mr. Weasley be the deputy director, so I can be lazy!" he laughed.

"But," Ron didn't seem satisfied with Darren's answer, "I can't take it too lightly, this is the first Triwizard Tournament in hundreds of years, and if you can become a Warrior, well, there's a thousand Galleons in prize money." ”

"Hehe, Ron, you're really like Percy now, maybe next year you can be the superior too. ”

"What are you talking about, who is going to be the prefect?" Fred appeared next to them, Angelina following him, both of them sweating profusely, as if the dance had started and had been dancing until now.

"Ah, nothing, we're talking about, that," Ron immediately stopped talking about Fred coming, because he knew that if the twins heard Darren's "really like Percy" comment just now, he would definitely "enjoy" some "brotherly affection......

"We're saying that if, if Darren wins the Triwizard Tournament, he'll be the prefect of Gryffindor next year!" Ron prevaricated, looking pitifully at Darren and Harry, and, Hermione.

"Well, we're talking about the Triwizard Tournament," Hermione said slowly, Ron's eyes widened nervously, "Professor Dumbledore must be holding the Triwizard Tournament for everyone to befriend foreign wizards and build friendships with them, right, Ron!"

"That's it, it must be like this!" said a man with a cold sweat on his face.

"But what does that have to do with Darren being a prefect?" Fred was a little curious.

"If he wins the Triwizard Tournament, it means that he is not only the strongest student at Hogwarts, but also the strongest student in the three schools, and who better to be a prefect than him?"

"And what about 'friendship with foreign wizards'?"

"Hehehe, well, you ask Ron," Hermione winked at Ron.

Then a voice said, "Where's Hemi-Ann?" and it was Krum, who was holding a bottle of butterbeer and a bottle of sherbet, the solid-eyed child.

"Hermi-on?" Darren looked at Hermione, "It's much better, he called me 'Hermi-On' at first," she said to Darren as she smiled at Krum.

"Krum, sit down and rest together," Darren waved over an empty chair, now he didn't have to do that with his wand, Krum's eyebrows twitched, he looked at the others, not knowing whether to sit down or not.

Hermione looked at Ron, who didn't speak, Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh, sit down, you're welcome," Ron said.

"yes, sit down," Fred excited, "I can't believe I could sit with you," he sat next to Krum, "We're there at the World Cup, you're great, my brother," he patted Ron, "but I adore you, he's always wanted your autograph." ”