Aunt Penny's craft is getting better and better.

Hedwig's friends are growing.

Harry and Fawkes say goodbye and return to the Gryffindor common room, where the lion cubs fall out, Percy graduates, and no one can control George and Fred - although he can't control it when Percy is still there, at least the brother's deterrence keeps them from being too out of line.

When Harry climbed in, a strong smell of wine burst out.

On the long table in the lounge, there are many wine bottles, as well as a few wine crates.

There were seven-year-olds, George and Fred, and Harry told them that they could take them out and drink them.

The wine crates were mostly empty.

Most of the lion cubs are drunk.

George and Fred grabbed Ron, let out a strange "woo-woo" sound, and ran around the long table and turned back.

Others are either dancing or lying down.

There are not many people who can still have sanity.

"What's going on with them?" Harry walked over to Hermione, who was sitting in the corner, alone holding a book.

"Celebrate for you." Hermione replied succinctly.

Harry sat down, "I'm only back now." ”

"They can't wait, so they celebrate first." Hermione spoke, a little helpless, "At first, I knew to drink less, but then I couldn't control it, and it became like this." ”

"Why did you come back so late and catch someone who voted for your name?"

Harry shook his head, "At least three, one of them is Ludo, he has already turned himself in." ”

"On the way back, I grabbed someone by the way."

Hermione was stunned for a moment and frowned: "The guy who voted for his name? ”

"It's Rita Skeeter." Harry called out a name, much to Hermione's surprise.

She closed the book: "That woman, wasn't she invited to Hogwarts?" ”

"Animagus." Harry explained, "She's Animagus, and she's a ladybug. ”

"That night, when we were talking to Mr. Scrimgeur, she turned into a ladybug in the tent?" Hermione's face turned ugly, but luckily Rita was a woman, and if it were a man, she would be creepy by now.

Harry nodded, "Well, when I was in that little room, I felt her breath and threw a bait, and she did take the bait." ”

"You dealt with her, that's why you're so late?" Hermione said in a worried tone, "Did you handle it cleanly?" ”

Harry looked at her, his tone slightly helpless, "Hermione, what do you think of me?" ”

"Didn't you deal with it?" Hermione spoke in surprise.

Harry shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore was with me at the time, and her Animagus worked well, so I made a deal with her." ”

"Help me find some information, and I'll help her hide her situation for the time being."

Hermione nodded, thoughtful, "Like Ragnark?" ”

"At least not so soon." Harry didn't deny it.

There was still a lot of noise during the break, and when someone finally found Harry back, they dragged their heavy bodies and crawled or walked to him, holding empty glasses and bottles, and before Harry could bring the bottles with wine, they fell into consciousness.

Harry had a few drinks with the rest of the people who still had some stomachs, and the whole common room was wiped out except for Hermione.

He sighed, poured a potion on Ron, and carried him to his bedroom.

Hermione summoned the house-elves out and asked them to look after the little wizards.

Wait until the next day.

The Gryffindor lion cubs were still lying dead, the wine in the lounge had been cleaned up, the bottles that had rolled all over the floor were stored and placed on the table neatly, and the unfinished ones were neatly stuffed into the wine crates.

Harry stepped over a small wizard covered with a soft mattress and continued his training.

Much has changed in Hogwarts.

There were a lot of people gathered by the Black Lake, most of them were little witches in the fourth, fifth and sixth grades.

They looked at Harry and screamed.

"Look, I'm talking about it, Potter just gets up early to exercise." A Hufflepuff witch excitedly held a model of the Gryffindor sword in her hand, the "ruby" of the hilt still shimmering with a faint golden red.

"He's really temperamental."

"Do you want to go over and ask him for an autograph?"

"You go, you go!"

They chattered and were enthusiastic, but none of them dared to come forward and ask for autographs.

Harry's temperament is cold, they have little contact, and the things they have witnessed in the past few years make this little wizard unattainable in their hearts as if they were in the clouds.

And they don't seem as fanatical as they say they are.

Even many little witches who were excited to see Harry still had a poster of Krum in their hands, it was the moment when he bravely swooped down to catch the Golden Snitch in the Quidditch World Cup, and half of the Irish team's unlucky Seeker was cut into it, and if you don't look closely, it will be mistaken for a celebratory flower for Krum.

Harry ignored it and trotted away, much to the chagrin of the little witches, who looked at Harry's back from afar, until they were no longer seen, and continued to crouch on the edge of the black lake, waiting for Krum to emerge from the boat.

When Fred and George came to their senses, they quickly made new fireworks.

Upon launch, an image of Harry will bloom in the sky, wearing leather armor and carrying twin swords.

They even wanted to get a statue of Harry in the Great Hall, but the idea was so ridiculous that Harry and Professor McGonagall vetoed it.

Even in the common room, their idea did not succeed, and it was often cleared by Harry's vanishing charm at the beginning.

The two brothers were fine, but sometimes their ideas were too wild for Harry to resist.

The professors were more concerned about Harry's confinement.

Professor McGonagall had no complaints.

Flitwick and Harry began to discuss the theory of magic.

Professor Sprout even halted the confinement of several students, leaving only Cedric and Neville's, and the rest of the time was spent preparing the confinement for Harry.

Snape didn't say anything, but whether it was confinement or class, it was all adjusted in the direction of detoxification, curse removal, and healing.

Rita was a little restrained after suffering a loss—and only when it came to topics related to "Harry Potter", Krum and Fleur's lace, she didn't make up it at all, and about Harry, she objectively slapped the sycophants and praised them a lot.

With her "independent thinking" brain, Harry was praised for possessing all the noble qualities of Gryffindor.

Until Friday.

Two consecutive Potions classes were a bit of a headache for the young wizards, and the content of the class was extremely tricky, Snape was teaching them a general-purpose antidote, which could remove most toxins that did not have magical powers.

Even to Snape, it was already simple.

But the little wizards were still clumsy, which made him a little irritable.

That's when it happened.

There was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.

With a wave of his wand, Snape's door opened, and a young second-year wizard stood in the doorway.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked, frowning.

The little wizard looked at Snape, his face turned slightly pale, took two steps back, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Professor Snape, I'm going to take Harry Potter upstairs." ”

"You should know that it's class time." Snape's tone slowed, and his face became more gloomy.

"It was Mr. Bagman who asked Potter to go." The little wizard was nervous, "All the warriors are going, it looks like they are going to take pictures and interviews."

Snape waved his wand, "Then go, Potter, Gryffindor deducts five points for your absence, and my two-hour confinement tonight after you finished your last professor's confinement." ”

The second-year wizard looked at Harry with pity.

When Harry packed up his things and came out, he immediately apologized in a panic: "Sorry, Potter, I didn't expect it"

Harry shook his head, comforted him, and followed him outside a classroom on the first floor.

He knocks on the door, then pushes it in.

Fleur and Krum were already inside, sitting in their chairs in the corner, whispering something and greeting Harry when they saw him come in.

The classroom was small, with a long table in the center, and Rita sat in a corner, writing her next report.

Another pot-bellied man, with his camera, greedily photographed Fleur, and only occasionally coped with a few pictures of Harry and Krum.

Krum was a little too gloomy.

Although Harry was good-looking, he was not easy to provoke, and Rita did not dare to make up bad things about him.

Fleur is the only female warrior, and she has the blood of a beautiful baby, a half-human blood, and she has no background, and besides, beautiful girls are always much more topical than male witches.

Sitting in the center, Ludo was talking to Ollivander, the master staff maker who hadn't seen him for years, still the same as he had been four years ago, as if the years had not left a mark on him.

Wait for Dumbledore and the other two headmasters to push the door in.

Ludo stood up and said with a smile, "Ms. Umbridge has something to go back to the Ministry of Magic, so this wand test will be conducted by the four of us judges." ”

Rita's face was a little uncomfortable, and it was clear that Umbridge's return had something to do with her.

"We have to make sure you're in shape, after all, for wizards, a wand is a second life, and if something goes wrong with the wand, it's hard to guarantee your safety in the game."

"And the person in charge of checking the state of the wand is Mr. Ollivander, a world-renowned master wand maker specially invited by the Ministry of Magic."

He held out his hand.

The old wizard sitting next to him slowly stood up, his eyes swept over the three warriors, who stayed by Harry's side for the longest time, seeing that he was dressed in a wizard's robe, and there was nothing else on his body, except for a hat hanging strangely from his waist, and his eyes were a little relieved.

"I'll leave it to you, Mr. Ollivander." Ludo sat down and waved at him.

Ollivander walked out and walked to Fleur: "Just start with Miss Delacour, how?" ”

Fleur immediately took out her wand and handed it to him.

Ollivander cautiously touched it from head to tail: "Nine and a half inches, maple, oh this cane core, is it a baby's hair?" ”

"My grandma's." Fleur's face was normal, and she replied quickly.

"Kinship is always the greatest power." Ollivander continued, "I don't like to use materials from mews, they're always too sensitive, but I think it's a good fit for you. ”

As he spoke, he waved slightly.

"Orchids are in full bloom."

A bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the staff, and he plucked the bouquet and handed it back to Fleur with his wand: "It's in good condition, you are very careful to maintain it, and the most beautiful flowers are given to the most beautiful warriors." ”

Fleur's face was slightly red, and she took the bouquet: "Thank you." ”

"Mr. Krum?" Ollivander walked in front of the second man.

Krum pulled out his wand and handed it to him.

"Aha, it's a typical Quidditch player's wand." Ollivander took it, "Although you take care of it, the players will inevitably bump into it. ”

Krum nodded.

Ollivander reversed it: "Grigovich's craft, I don't like him too much, he always prefers too strong a style, and thinks that the more powerful the wand, the better for wizards, and I recommend him to learn from the elves." ”

"Of course, it's his work, and the wand's abilities aren't affected by Quidditch."

"Ten and a quarter of an inch, hornbeam, the heart tendon of the fire dragon, a very powerful combination."

He waved his wand: "Flock of birds." ”

With a bang, magic poured out, and a crowded flock of birds flew out and flew away through the open window.

Ollivander returned his wand and looked at Harry, "The last man, Mr. Potter. ”