The relationship between people can be like the surface of a river in late autumn, and if it is said to be frozen, it will freeze. Normally, the Ravenclaw students get along well with the Gryffindor students, but now they are all as cold as Slytherin. Clearly, they felt that Harry had stolen the limelight from their house's heir. This may result in them getting too little credit, so they fight for Edge.

And within Gryffindor, there are also people who are unhappy that Harry can be selected, blaming Harry for having a way to be selected and not saying it. They thought that if Harry could get a match for himself, he should be able to get one for someone else.

Ron didn't believe Harry's words anymore, he felt that Harry had betrayed their friendship, and was more jealous that Harry could get everyone's attention, and always deliberately got up early so as not to meet Harry.

"It's good, it's really good." Harry said to Hermione bitterly, "Go tell Ron that I'm willing to trade with him whenever he wants, and tell him that I welcome him to come and ...... Change people's attention to my forehead scar, change the spot in this tournament......"

Hermione immediately said, "I won't tell him anything. For yourself, this is the only solution. ”

"I'm not going to run around him to get him mature." Harry roared loudly, but he regretted it as soon as he spoke, as Hermione's face turned pale.

Now that Harry and Ron get along similarly to Hermione and Edge, Harry's words are not a rebuke to her from Hermione's point of view.

"I'm sorry, I ......" Harry interrupted Hermione.

She squeezed out a small laugh, "I know, you didn't mean to. Although Aitch and Harry were thawing, Aitch still didn't forgive Hermione.

Both are smart people, and the more they are like this, the more proud they are. Neither of them thinks they are at fault, and neither of them is willing to bow their heads. As a result, the two of them still don't speak, and even if they meet in the corridor, they will walk half of each other without saying a word.

"I think it's time for you to write to Sirius, he's going to be very interested in what you've been doing lately, especially about Edge's ......" Hermione changed the subject in a panic, and then said that she was going to develop more people who were willing to work for the liberation of the house-elves, and left.

Ever since hearing that Hogwarts had enslaved elves that day, Hermione had spent a lot of her energy on it, founding a S.P.E.W (Emancipation Society for House-Elf Servants).

Harry knew how much influence this association had, and it seemed that only a few of him, Ron, were willing to wear the literal "vomit" badge.

But the association also led to some unexpected situations for Hermione, as students began to wear badges to indicate which Triwizard Tournament Warriors they were supporters of.

Even the professor was not spared from this trend, and Karkaroff was the first to wear the black-bottomed badge in support of Krum, and he had to behave every time he met a professor at Hogwarts.

Draco changed the badge in support of Aitch so that when someone presses it, it will give "Aitch - a real Hogwarts player!" and Harry Potter stinking. He also deliberately flaunted his cleverness in front of Harry.

The fire that Harry had been building up for days suddenly came to him, causing him to unconsciously pull out his wand, and the people around him were so frightened that they retreated into the hallway.

Draco scared Harry, he stimulated Harry's nerves even more, "Potter, come on." ”

Draco was calm, and drew his wand. "Now that Moody isn't here, he can't take care of you. Come, if you have the guts, go up. ”

In an instant, they looked at each other and shot at the same time.

The two wands faced back and forth from different angles, and sparks flew everywhere. Harry's wand hit Goyle's face, and Draco's hit Hermione. Goyle screamed, covering his nose with his hands, and a large puddle of disgusting snot came out of his nose.

Hermione cried in fright, covering her mouth and whimpering, her front teeth growing uncontrollably. She tried to cover her teeth with her hands, but it was difficult because they had grown to the collar.

Hermione whimpered, her eyes filled with tears, and she turned and ran, all the way up the hallway.

She tries to walk towards places where there are fewer people and avoid being seen by others, because this image is something to be ashamed of.

Professor McGonagall forbade him to teleport, so Aitch deliberately chose the wrong path or secret passage.

Because of the tournament, many people at Hogwarts, especially Ravenclaw and Slytherin, are in a state of admiration for him, and he is definitely no less popular than the Quidditch star player Krum.

On this day, when he suddenly came out of a secret passage, he was hit by the people who rushed over.

Anyway, there was a schoolbag underneath, not that it hurt a lot, but Aiqi reminded himself that when he went out of the secret passage in the future, he would first use the map to see the situation outside.

The girl who hit Aitch weighed much less than he did, bounced back, and sat down on the ground. She seemed to have a lot of inconvenience, and when she got up, she turned her face away, covered her mouth with one hand, and got up with the other hand on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Aitch subconsciously went to help the girl.

She paused, her head bowed to avoid Edge's help.

But it still made Aitch recognize, "You ......", and Aitch noticed Hermione's huge front teeth, almost up to his chest. He swallowed the words back in his mouth, and Hermione obviously didn't want to be recognized, and it would be difficult for her to expose it.

Hermione's tears welled up more, and she pushed Aitch harder.

In a bit of a panic, Aitch pushed back three steps, and Hermione took the opportunity to pass him, like something terrible was chasing her.

The door to the school infirmary was slammed open, and it was slammed shut.

The continuous sound made Madame Pomri reflexively come out of the office. She looked at the door and saw no one, but just as she was about to turn around, another hand tugged at her clothes.

Madame Pomri held down the frightened little hand, followed it and touched a human figure.

"Oh, dear, you didn't lift the illusion spell, how can I see you." Lady Pomry's wand was tapped at the figure she touched, revealing Hermione, a stunned and tearful face.

Before the class had even begun, Colin came in to find Aitch and informed him that the players in the tournament were going upstairs to gather. Aitch followed Colin and knocked on the door and walked into a classroom.

The classroom was quite small, and most of the desks had been moved to the back and a large chunk in the middle. Krum and Fleur were already sitting there. A long velvet covered the blackboard, and five chairs lay behind the velvet-covered desk. Bagman sat on one of them, talking to a wizard in a purple robe.

Krum, as usual, stayed in the corner with a melancholy expression, not speaking to anyone. Fleur shakes her head from time to time to catch the eye with her hair. A man with a big belly held up a large black camera that was emitting light smoke and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

Bagmun suddenly recognized Edge, quickly stood up, and jumped forward, "Ha, he's coming!" Player No. 3! Come in, come in, the wand measurement ceremony and everyone will be ready to start, just to make sure your wand is absolutely okay, and the other judges will be there soon. We're going to take a picture. This is Rita Skeeter," he added, gesturing to the purple-robed wizard, "She'll write a little story about the contest for the Daily Prophet. ”

"Probably not too small, Ludo." Rita Skeeter fixed her eyes on Edge.

Her hair was carefully combed into stiff curls that looked particularly odd compared to her large chin. She wears a pair of jeweled glasses. The nails are two inches long, except for the crimson nail polish. The fat hand clutched her crocodile leather bag.

"Before we begin, I wonder if I can have a conversation with Erwin?" She asked Mr. Bagman, but stared at Harry anyway. "The Potter brothers, you know...... Very interesting. ”

"This—" Mr. Bagman noticed that Skeeter was looking at him with disgrace, and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, "let's ask Edge's opinion." ”。

"Come on, dear, it's okay," Skeeter's big hand squeezed Aitch out.

But she couldn't, for she grabbed Edge's hand and sent her a tingling pain, hot and painful, like a red-hot needle.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about." Aitch withdrew his wand into its holster.