However, Aitch must have forgotten to send a slain beetle to the reporter who could only reason absurdly (Aitch knew she was an illegal beetle Animagus), and without threats or intimidation, the result was unimaginable.

In the summer's report about the International Association of Wizards, she made a big deal about Dumbledore's stale vagrant.

A few days later, Rita Skeeter's story appeared in the Daily Prophet and took up a lot of space. As the reporter said, "very interesting". As if she had seen it with her own eyes, she described a life-and-death love affair between Aitch and Hermione, and then wrote a scene of brothers fighting each other—not just the game but also Hermione.

Edge's good temper made the report ruined, and he sent a threatening letter to Skeeter the same day, telling the Ministry of Magic the secret of her illegal Animagus if she continued to talk nonsense.

For a long time after that, others treated Aitch with a pitiful gaze, because his girlfriend had his brother Harry pry away.

Luna can be said to be one of the few normal people, she doesn't talk about it like everyone else, talking to him regularly, or maybe she doesn't care about these things at all.

"Edge, I've found something interesting, are you going to check it out?" Luna led Aitch all the way along the edge of the Forbidden Forest until he couldn't see the castle or the lake when Aitch heard some noises.

"I think it's time for you to limit your wanderings." While many people in Ravenclaw hang out after the lights go out, it was hard for Aitch to imagine that Luna could walk so far away from Hogwarts Castle in search of the crooked snorers that might not even exist.

Luna ignored Aitch as she crouched behind a bush and carefully peeled open the bushes to reveal a gap that allowed her to see outside.

"Well," Aitch added, too, seeing Luna's so-called "fun stuff," in a low voice, "I think you should limit what you can do with fun." ”

Aitch saw a pillar of fire plough out a scorched earth in front of him, and the scorching weeds emitted a stench of burning.

"Isn't this fire-breathing beautiful?" Luna thought it would be even more gorgeous if she came to see it at night.

"Hehe......" Aitch felt that Luna hadn't noticed the number of wizards controlling the four dragons in the field, there were more than thirty people, and an average of seven or eight people could control a dragon.

"Anyway. Thank you, Luna. Aitch believed that Luna must have guessed that the dragons were used to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, and that it was supposed to be the first mission. When she found out, she came to inform him.

Luna didn't say anything, and waited until the adult wizards had finished all four dragons with a slumber charm before getting up to make it back.

Apparently prepared, Luna turned up information about the four dragons in the library for Edge, the Swedish short-nosed dragon, the Chinese fireball dragon, the Hungarian tree bee dragon, and the Welsh green dragon. In order not to let Luna's hard work go to waste, Aitch is seriously reviewing these contents.

"Edge," Harry pulled Hermione to the small table that Edge occupied, "we have something to say to you." ”

"It's about the first mission......" Harry said halfway through before Hermione snatched the white.

"I don't think he needs us anymore." Hermione gestured as she withdrew her gaze from Luna, breaking free of Harry's hand and quickly out of their sight.

Harry realized that there were several books about dragons piled up on Edge's desk, and Luna was turning a page with the Swedish short-nosed dragon in her hand. "You got it? Those dragons? ”

"Then be careful." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, for Aitch would be prepared if he knew. He remembered that something was wrong with Hermione, "What's wrong with Hermione?" ”

"It's fine." Edge's words were concise, and he immersed himself in the books, as if he wanted to know more about the characteristics of these dragons, which he had already known by heart.

"I think you should catch up." Luna scratched her tousled hair.

"No, I don't." Aitch looked up and asked Harry, "Are you okay?" ”

"That's right, Sirius, he ......" Harry had found out about the dragon with Hagrid last night, and immediately wrote to Sirius to tell Sirius, who replied in the morning, along with the idea for Harry and Edge. But halfway through Harry's words, Aitch didn't want to hear it.

"Oh, that's fine." Aitch packed the book on his own.

Time seems to be moving in a way that has never been done before.

One minute they were sitting in the first class on the history of magic, listening to Professor Binns' "hypnosis", the next they were walking on their way to lunch, and then Professor Flitwick was hurrying towards Aitch while Professor McGonagall was on Harry's shoulder.

"Edge, the Warriors are going down to the playground now, and you need to prepare for the first mission."

"Okay." Aitch replied. He wiped his mouth and stood up.

"Good luck, Edge." Ravenclaw and Slytherin raise a glass to him.

"Now, don't panic," Professor Flitwick said as he led Aitch down the stone steps and into the playground on that cold November afternoon, "keep your head down, if things get out of hand, we'll have wizards in control, the main thing is to do your best to be you, okay?" ”

"Of course, Professor." Aitch confidently replied, "Wait for me to bring back the Goblet of Fire!" ”

Professor Flitwick led Aitch to the dragon's hideout, along the edge of the forest, but as they approached the walled bushes, Aitch saw a newly erected tent with its entrance facing them, obscuring the dragon.

"You and the other warriors come in from here," Professor Flitwick said in a voice that bordered on trembling, "and then when it's your turn, Mr. Bagman will be inside, and he'll tell you, tell you the procedure, and good luck." ”

"Thank you, Professor." Aitch said, his voice calm, emotionless, so flat that he couldn't even tell his confidence.

Krum seemed more arrogant than usual, and maybe that was how he was nervous. Fleur was geosturing her hair repeatedly, flicking it around.

Wait until Harry is in the tent as well. Bagman said happily, looking him up and down, "Come in, come in, like you're in your own home!" ”

"Alright, now everyone is here - it's time to start!" "When the audience is full, I'll bring this bag to you," Bagman said briskly, "Holding up a small purple silk bag and shaking it at the four of them—"From the bag you have to pick a model, and that is the enemy you will face later!" Everybody's different — well— you know, there's got to be a trick. And I'm going to have to tell you something else. Ah, by the way, your mission is to get the Golden Egg! ”

Aitch nodded once to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then found a cushion to sit down, elbowing his knees and studying the ground; Fleur and Krum didn't react at all, probably thinking that if they spoke, they would feel uncomfortable too; Harry's face turned pale and blue, and he felt a little weak at the thought of dealing with dragons next.

In a few moments, hundreds of footsteps were heard passing through the tent, and the men were talking, laughing, and making noise excitedly, only a tent away, but the four men in the tent felt extremely distant from the group, as if they were another kind of creature.

Bagman then opened the mouth of the small purple silk bag.

"Ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Fleur.

With trembling hands in her pocket, she figured out a small, perfect model of the dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number around its neck. Fleur was not surprised, but had a look of resignation.

Krum drew a scarlet Chinese fireball dragon with a number 3 on its neck. He didn't blink, just stared at the ground.

Aitch then reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue-gray Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number 1.

Knowing that there was only one 4 left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out a Hungarian Tree Horpdragon that responded Harry's gaze with outstretched wings and tiny fangs.

"Alright, you've got it!" "Everybody draws the dragons they're going to face, and the numbers are the order in which you're going to fight, understand?" Now I'm going to go out and leave some time for you, and I'm going to go out and explain it. Mr. Edge, you're the first to get out of the tent and go inside the fence when you hear the whistle, okay? ”

"yes, okay." Aitch closed his eyes, adjusting to his best.