So Cialis you really don't fit to lie, and see Harry get the truth in minutes.

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The Holy Grail King (reversed): Negative news.

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Hogwarts Gryffindor common room

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Although he had been reminded very vaguely before, Harry felt that he seemed to underestimate Professor Snape's revenge for not being given the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Give a bucket full of horned clams|Toad open intestines and disembowel belly...... This has risen to the level of mental torture, right?

After silently lighting a candle for Neville, who blew up the sixth cauldron in Potions class, Harry ushered in his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class in his fourth year, because it was an afternoon class, so after lunch, before the class bell rang, Harry was dragged to the class location by an excited Ron, and lined up outside the classroom.

And Hermione didn't know if she had a hunch or was busy with something else, so she arrived in the classroom before class, and in response to Harry's accusing gaze of "you don't have companion love", Hermione just shrugged her shoulders and replied with a roll of the eye, "Who told you to remember whether to eat or not, I don't know how to prevent fire, theft, and Ron".

As for Professor Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry didn't know what to say.

While Harry wasn't averse to using spiders or anything to show the power of the three unforgivable spells, he hated Professor Moody's movements and the way he looked when he displayed those spells - he didn't know why, but he never doubted his instincts.

At the end of class, the group of Gryffindor classmates gathered together to discuss the scene of the class as if discussing a special performance. Harry didn't find it funny, and Hermione seemed to share his thoughts.

After finding an excuse to throw his broomstick to Ron and send him away, Harry met up with Hermione again.

"Library?"

"Of course."

Hermione couldn't hesitate to answer, "Opal gave me some test questions last time, I'm a little unsure, if you don't want to be harassed by Ron, just accompany me over there." Anyway, I can't imagine why Ron would show up in the library before the exam. ”

“…… Ron would cry when he knew...... "If he knew you said that about him."

"him!"

For the twitch of the corners of Harry's mouth, Hermione calmly said that she was still obsessed with someone, so there was no pressure to black him, but after glancing around, she raised her hand in surprise and pointed to a small path, "That's Neville over there?" …… And Opal? ”

Harry looked over her hand to see Neville standing alone on the slope of the path, staring at the bottom of the hallway with the same horror he had seen Moody demonstrate "Crucio", and not far away, it seemed that Opal, who had just finished class, was walking in their direction.

"Neville?"

Hermione raised her voice and called out to him, her voice causing Neville to turn his head to look at them.

"Oh, how are you?"

Neville spoke in a much louder voice than usual, with a palpable sense of confusion, "Interesting lesson, huh?" I'm wondering what to eat for dinner, I ...... I'm hungry, aren't you hungry? “

"Neville, are you alright?"

It was Harry who spoke, but he thought he was probably asking in vain - anyone with a discerning eye could tell Neville was in a strange state.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Neville spat out a sentence, still unnaturally high-pitched, "What is it for a fun dinner - I mean lecture - what?" ”

[I think what you need now is a good night's sleep.] ]

Opal's voice interjected at the right time, and with a wave of his wand, a silent "Stupefy" knocked Neville to the ground, causing him to fall straight down.

After snapping his fingers to inform the house-elves to send Neville to the doctor, Opal looked at Hermione and Harry, who inexplicably felt that they were redundant, with a calm expression: [Say good afternoon?] ]

"Opal, are you out of class?"

Hermione was the first to react, smiling and waving her hand at Opal, "I haven't finished the question you gave me last time." Do you want to go to the library together? ”

[No, I'm going to go back to the dorm first.] How was your Defense Against the Dark Arts class? ]

Putting away his wand, Opal turned to look at Harry, [Hear Draco say you're on the three unforgivable spells?] ]

"That's not it......"

Harry shrugged, "But I don't know if it's my delusion, but I always think Professor Moody has a strange look on his face when he explains those spells." ”

[Is that so...... Forget it, I'll let my friends pay more attention to them. ]

As if thinking about something, Opal smiled, [In that case, I won't bother you, I'll go back to the dormitory first.] If there's something going on, I'll be an owl. ]

"Huh?"

He hadn't expected Opal to leave so neatly, but Harry understood after half a minute why she had slipped away so fast.

"Potter?"

There was a strange sound of footsteps behind them, and when they turned around, they saw Professor Moody limping towards them, but at this moment Professor Moody's voice was much lower and softer than they had heard, "Why are you here?" Did you see Neville? ”

"Neville is feeling a little unwell and has gone to the doctor's office."

Hermione replied directly.

"Is that so?"

Moody's MONOCULUS turned to Harry, "So, are you alright, Potter?" ”

"I'm fine."

Harry could have said it was an instant answer.

"You have to know, maybe it's a bit cruel, but you have to know that pretending is pointless......"

After Moody said that, he seemed to glance in the direction Opal had left, "Okay, I'm going to check out Neville, after all I have some books that he might find interesting." ”

With that, Moody turned and left, as if he had only come to find Neville.

"Harry, what do you think?"

Hermione touched her chin and looked thoughtfully at Moody's back as she left.

"What else can I say? I'll ask when Neville gets back in the evening. ”

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When Harry returned from the library in the evening, he found Neville sitting alone in bed, reading, and seeing how calm he was in Moody's class.

However, Harry looked at Neville's appearance and saw that his eyes were still red, and he seemed to have cried.

And Ron seems to have been found by the twins and has not yet returned.

"Neville, are you alright?"

"It's fine."

Looking up, Neville smiled after seeing that it was Harry who was speaking, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." I'm reading Professor Moody's borrow my book......"

He held up the book in his hand, and Harry glanced at the name, and saw that it was "The Amazing Aquatic Plants of the Middle Ages and Their Properties".

"Apparently, Professor Sprout told Professor Moody that I was good at herbs."

Neville said, a hint of pride in his voice, something Harry had rarely heard before, "He told me he thought I'd like the book - and I did. ”

"If you like it."

Twitching at the corners of his mouth, Harry felt that he really couldn't say anything more, and decided to go to the common room to finish his miserable divination homework - really, he regretted taking it more and more. This is simply a constant curse of being unlucky or something!

After stumbling and writing for almost an hour, Harry looked up at the room, trying to find another misfortune he hadn't used, and then he saw Fred and George sitting next to each other against the opposite wall, head to head, quill outside, seemingly intently studying a small piece of vellum paper.

It's strange that Fred and George would hide in the corner and bury their heads in studying? Aren't they usually in the center of the common room, the center of attention?

But it seemed a little strange that they looked at the note...... About what?

Remembering how they had sat together and written bad things on a piece of paper, Harry had thought it was another command formula for wizarding jokes, but this time it didn't seem like ...... Could it be that it has something to do with the Triwizard Tournament?

Continuing to look down on his homework, Harry still managed to sneak into the corner, and found that George shook his head at Fred, wrote something with a quill, and then whispered, albeit in a small voice, that could be heard in the almost empty room: "Don't ...... That would make it seem like we're condemning him, so be careful......"

As he said this, George looked around and saw Harry looking at him.

Harry, who had been caught upright, grinned at him, and then hurried to continue his prediction - he didn't want George to think he was eavesdropping, and soon after, the twins rolled up their brown paper, said goodnight to Harry, and went back to their room.

About 10 minutes after Fried and George left, Hermione returned from the library with a tired look on her face, and just as she crawled from the portrait into the common room, there was a click on the window.

Looking over the empty house, Harry saw a snow-white owl perched on a moonlit windowsill.

"Hedwig!"

It was strange who was still the owl himself so late, but Harry almost immediately jumped out of his chair and walked across the room and opened the window.

Hedwig flew in, circled around the room, and landed on Harry's prophecy workbook.

"Is it a reply?"

Hermione's gaze fell on Hedwig's body, revealing an interested look, "Harry, who are you writing for?" ”

"It should have been given back to me by my godfather."

Harry said as he walked over to his owl and removed a dirty piece of paper from her lap.

"Ron hasn't come back yet?"

"I don't know, I didn't see him."

Answering Hermione's question, Harry sat down to read the letter, Hedwig flapping her wings and cooing on his lap.

"What does the letter say?"

Seemingly unwilling to bother with Ron's business, Hermione asked about the contents of the letter. After all, she knew what Harry had written to Siris before.

The reply was rather brief and sloppy, as if it had been written in a hurry.

However, the content is concise, starting with Harry's painful scar, and Siris tells him to go directly to Headmaster Dumbledore for help if it hurts again. The second is that Sirius said that he had to go to the north of England for something, so that Harry could be careful. Finally, Harry was asked to go to Opal if he encountered something that he couldn't solve in his studies or life.

“…… Isn't your godfather the one who hates Slytherin the most? ”

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, "Why do you want to go to Opal for something?" Your godfather wouldn't think Opal was Ravenclaw, would he? ”

"The Godfather should not make such a low-level mistake......"

Harry couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth because of Hermione's words, "But I've heard the godfather mention that it seems that Opal's mother is classmates with my father and godfather, and Opal is very much like her mother in terms of personality and strength." ”

Of course, Harry swallowed back as he remembered his godfather's large dog, who looked like he had been stepped on by his tail, even though his godfather said that they had cleaned up Professor Snape and Opal's mother, who was always with him...... But if Opal really resembled her mother, Harry really felt that the truth of the matter might be his godfather or something......

Well, as the godfather said - don't worry about the details.

"Seriously Harry, I'm more curious about what kind of person Opal's mother is......"

At the mention of this, Hermione's interest was noticeably raised.

"I regret more than that I shouldn't have written to him."

Harry shook his head and shook the note in his hand, "The Godfather doesn't worry about me, he means that he wants me not to act rashly until he rushes back." ”

"What do you mean?"

Hermione was a little dumbfounded, but after closing her eyes and thinking about it for a while, she could react, "Okay...... That's true. It seems that there may be something really wrong with this triwizard tournament. ”

"That's enough days!"

Although he felt a little irritable, Harry still didn't forget to feed his owl a small snack, and then watched her fly through the window to the owl house, "Can't you let me finish a school year in peace?" ”

"Those who can do it work hard."

In this regard, Hermione, who can already be regarded as a surprise, shrugged her shoulders and said beautiful cool words.

"Ahhhh Let's talk about it when it happens, I don't care! ”

After scratching his hair to himself, Harry closed the window, "I'm not going to wait for Ron, I'm going to sleep." Hermione, you should rest early, too. ”

"Well, see you tomorrow morning."

"See you later."

Upstairs in the dormitory, Harry slipped into his pajamas and got into the four-poster bed, but he didn't feel tired.

Although Siris had been completely cleared of suspicion because of Opal's connections, Harry was well aware that such a godfather from home was a living target for the Death Eaters.

If Siris, who rushed back early because he was worried about him, suffered any harm because of this...... Harry felt he could never forgive himself. It's just that at this moment, even if she feels regretful, it's too late.

After a while, Harry heard Ron enter the dormitory, but he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to Ron's affairs at the moment. Just listening to Ron scolding and scolding, he seemed to be cursing something like washing, undressing, and resting in bed. Then he lay on the bed and stared at the black canopy in a daze.

There was silence in the dorm room, and when Harry relaxed and got ready for bed, he didn't hear Neville's usual snoring, and it seemed that he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.

Tomorrow, I'll take the time to talk to Opal about it.

That was Harry's last thought before he fell asleep.