The little wizard who came out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom looked more or less strange.

Moody told them that it was a legacy of the Imperius Curse.

Everyone thought it was a little scary, but seeing one of the three unforgivable curses at Hogwarts always made Hogwarts students talk about it for a long time.

"Listen to him, that's it. ”

Harry said, "It seems like we're all going to be attacked at any moment." ”

"Ah, I know. Ron said that he was jumping up the stairs in two steps, and that he was much worse than Harry when it came to casting spells, though Moody had promised him that by lunchtime the symptoms would be gone.

"He's always wondering," Ron scanned nervously behind him, making sure Moody couldn't hear what was being said, and he continued, "No wonder the people at the Ministry of Magic were happy to get rid of him, did you hear what he told Semoth, and when do we have to finish the book on resisting the Imperius curse and do the rest of our homework about how he got revenge on the witch who spat him in his back on April Fool's Day?"

For Ron's words, Van Lin didn't want to deny that the original Moody was like this, with a strong sense of revenge and power.

All Year 4 students noticed a noticeable increase in the amount of homework they had completed.

When Professor McGonagall gave a large amount of Transfiguration homework, which provoked a particularly loud protest from the class, she explained why.

"You're at a very important stage of your magical education right now!" she told them, her eyes glowing blindly behind the square-rimmed lenses, "Your average wizard level test is imminent—"

“

We're only going to test it when we're in fifth grade!" Thomas said indignantly.

"Not necessarily, Thomas, believe me, you should be prepared for everything you can!

Only Miss Granger and Mr. Al managed to turn a porcupine into a satisfying pin, and I have to warn you that Thomas, your pin, bounces in horror when someone else approaches it with a needle!"

Hermione, blushing again, seemed to struggle not to make herself appear too happy.

As for Van Lin...... Skins are something that needs to be exercised.

In the next prophecy lesson, Professor Trauney said that Harry and Ron had received the highest grades on their assignments, which made them find very funny, and she read most of their praises for their fearless acceptance of the hidden bad luck, but when she asked them to prophesy for the following month, they were not happy, for neither of them could think of any more calamity.

At the same time, Professor Spence asked them to write a weekly article about the 18th-century goblin rebellion. (It should be said that things are uprising, after all, the eyes have gained equal status!)

Professor Snape forced them to study the antidote, which they did not dare to take lightly, as he suggested that a student might be poisoned before Christmas to test whether their antidote worked.

Professor Williver instructed them to read three more books in preparation for the lesson on summoning charms.

Even Hagrid added to their burden, and the flaming snails grew fast without anyone noticing what they were eating.

Hagrid was delighted by this, and as part of their "project", he suggested that they visit his hut every other night to observe the snails and take note of their unusual behavior.

"I don't," Draco Malfoy said directly, and he thought Hagrid's suggestion was like Santa Claus taking a particularly large toy from his bag. "Thankfully, I had enough of these birds in class. ”

The smile on Hagrid's face vanished.

"You'll have to do what I tell you to do, or I'll have to learn from Professor Moody...... I've heard that you look like a ferret, Malfoy. ”

The class burst into laughter, and Malfoy's face flushed with anger, but it was clear that the thought of the punishment Moody had given him was enough to make him unable to fight back.

After the lesson, several people returned to the castle in high spirits, and it was particularly satisfying to see Hagrid holding Malfoy down. Not least because Malfoy had gone to great lengths to get Hagrid fired the previous year.

However, although the heavy work does not constitute much pressure, it greatly compresses the time of Van Lin......

This seemed to him to be the worst thing to do.

Maybe he should apply for graduation?

It's a strange idea.

When they reached the antechamber, they found that they could not move forward, for there was a large group of scholars, all gathered around a large sign at the foot of the five stairs of Dali, and the tallest of the four of them was Ron, who stood on tiptoe past the people in front of him and said aloud to the other three

"The participants of the Three Witches Fighting Competition, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's representative teams will arrive at 6 o'clock on Friday, October 30, and will leave class half an hour early......

"Alright!" said Harry, "Friday's last session is potions class, and Snape won't have time to poison us!"

"Before the welcome banquet begins, students must put their school bags and textbooks back in the dormitory, and then gather in front of the castle gate to welcome the guests. ”

"It's only been a week!" said Eni McMillan of Hufflepuff with a twinkle in his eyes as he emerged from the crowd, "Does Diggory know? I think I'll have to tell him ......."

"Diggory?" Ron asked blankly, Eni running away.

"It's chasing west. "He's going to get into the game." ”

"That idiot, could it be the champion of Hogwarts?" Ron asked, squeezing through the chattering crowd and making their way up the stairs.

Van Lin would love to tell Ron that you're an idiot, but it's better not to say that, and he doesn't seem to be so sure about what didn't happen.

"He's not an idiot, you can't hate him just because he beat Greenington in Quidditch!" Hermione said, "I've heard he's a good student—and he's a prefect." ”

She seemed to want to end the conversation.

"You just like him because he's handsome. Ron said scathingly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like people just because they're handsome!" Hermione said indignantly.

Is this a daily quarrel?

Did Van Lin notice that Hermione was unconsciously coming to him, and suddenly, he was still a little shy?

The old face was red, and the girl's heart of Van Lin ......

Belch......

However, the fake Moody is much quieter, and Van Lin has not found out his identity so far, but Moody's performance is very obvious.

What did the Imperius Curse want to leave in his heart, and the memories......

However, now that he is busy, the Three Witches Fighting Law Competition, he needs to think of a reasonable way to promote the achievement of his goal, and now he doesn't seem to have too much energy to pay attention to Fan Lin.

In the next week, no matter where they went, they seemed to hear only one topic, the Three Witches Fighting Law Competition!

Rumors circulated among the students like contagious germs about who was going to compete for the title of Hogwarts champion, what was involved, and how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were different.

Even, they took out some of Van Lin's communication life in Beauxbatons, and God knows where they came from. There are some things that even the editor of Van Lin himself almost believed.

At the same time, everyone also noticed that the castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning, and that several dirty portraits had been removed, much to the displeasure of their protagonists, who sat and huddled in frames, cursing viciously, and closing their eyes as if they were unbearably close when they touched their pale red faces.

The armor suddenly became shiny and squeaked when they walked, and Mr. Filch, the head of school discipline (a position worth complaining about!), was so angry that the students forgot to wipe their shoes, and he even scared two first-year students to the point of sickness.

The other professors also seemed eccentric.

"Neville, please don't show yourself in front of the Beauxbatons students that you can't even have a simple Transfiguration Charm!"

Towards the end of a particularly difficult lesson, McGonagall told Neville that he had accidentally attached his ear to a cactus during the lesson.

On the morning of October 30th they went down to breakfast, and the hall had been decorated overnight, with large silk lengths hanging from the walls, each representing a Hogwarts class, Gryffindor in red with the golden lion, Ravenclaw in blue with the golden eagle, Hufpuff in yellow with the black badger, and Slytherin in the green with the silver serpent.

Behind the desk, there is the largest length of Hogwarts logos: lions, eagles, badgers, and snakes, all wrapped around a large "Hogwarts".

The four of them saw Fred and George at the Gryffindor table, and the second time, they sat unusually away from the others, whispering

"Well, here's Bagmun's IOU. "But if he refuses to speak to us personally, we will have to send him the letter, or put it in his hand, and he must not hide from us all the time." ”

"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Bagmun wants to get away from you. Fried was annoyed by Ron's interjection.

"What's that?" Ron asked George.

"He's got a brother with as many mouths as you!" said George.

"Do you two know anything about the Three Witches Fighting Tournament?" Harry asked, "Is there a way to get through?"

"I asked McGonagall how she chose the title, but she wouldn't tell me. George said angrily, "She just told me to shut up." ”

"What the hell is it?" Ron mused, "You know, I'll say we can do it, Harry, we've done dangerous things before......"

"I haven't done it in front of a group of referees, you haven't. "Professor McGonagall said that the players will be given extra points based on how well they play. ”

"Who's the referee?" asked Harry.

"Well, the principals of the participating schools are always members of the jury. Hermione said, and the others looked at her in amazement.

"Because in the 1792 race, all three headmasters were injured, and a brown bear that the contestants were trying to capture was running around. ”

She noticed that they were all looking at her, with her usual impatience with books that no one else had read, and she said, "It's all written in Hogwarts History, of course, that book isn't entirely credible, it should be renamed Hogwarts Revised History to be more accurate, or Selected Hogwarts History, which hides the dark side of the school." ”

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, but Harry thought he knew what she was going to say next.

"Servant elves!" Hermione said aloud, confirming Harry's thoughts, "There is no mention of the History of Hogwarts in more than a thousand pages, and we are all complicit in the oppression of a hundred slaves!"

Harry shook his head and ate his scrambled eggs, his and Ron's coldness didn't dampen Hermione's determination to appeal on behalf of the maid elf, it was true that they both paid two coins for a badge, but that was only to calm her down.

However, their money seemed to be in vain, for what they did, if anything, only made Hermione talk more, and she had been pestering both of them ever since, first to wear badges, then to persuade others to do the same, and she even liked to wander the halls of Gryffindor every night, stopping people from putting their donation boxes under their noses and shaking.

And pull up Van Lin, which is what Harry sympathizes with the most, it's not an interesting thing.

"Do you know that it is a bunch of enslaved creatures who have no wages to change the sheets, light the stove, clean the classrooms, and make food for you!" she said angrily.

Some, like Neville, donated money just to keep Hormion from glaring at them again, some were slightly interested in her words but were reluctant to take any further positive action in the campaign, many took the whole thing as a joke, and some were admirers......

Ron turned his eyes to the ceiling, where the autumn sun shone on them, and Fred was particularly interested in his steak (the twins both refused to buy a badge), but George leaned over to Hermione.

"Listen, Hermione, have you been to the kitchen?"

"Been there. Hermione said rudely, "Still, I don't think students can—"

"Then you should know where they fit in. "It can be said that none of the house-elves are more comfortable than they are, and the labor of the castle is not a problem for them at all, except for the use of magic." ”

"There's always a time when magic doesn't work. Hermione said angrily, "Besides, it's slavery, and it doesn't hide the truth at all......"

The voices of the hall grew noisy, and Hermione's voice was vaguely muffled.

Once Hermione was exposed to the problem of house-elves, Hermione became very easily angry, and there was no way around it.

Things immediately turned out to be less pleasant.

Hermione was eating in a huff, as if no one wanted to pay attention, and Van Lin sat honestly on the sidelines, which felt like it was embarrassing to death.

But fortunately, this is the time for the owl to deliver the letter, and the family letter diverts Hermione's attention, which still makes things much better.

The arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang became something that everyone was looking forward to, and of course, there was the Three Witches Fighting Tournament, and there was no young wizard who didn't dream of being a representative of the school, especially when the strongest candidates at Hogwarts had been ruled out.