On the benches of the Gryffindor in the auditorium at noon that day, it was so quiet that no one dared to make a sound.

Because Miss Granger had already been in the break room several times.

When Owen walked into the auditorium with Hannah, Justin, Ernie, and Susan, Miss Granger was staring at a letter with a cold face.

"Yo! Morning! Owen and his friends sat down on the Gryffindor bench.

Since the school came to the school with so many people from other schools, everyone gradually began to distinguish clearly.

Young wizards at Hogwarts will generally occupy two long tables, while the other three houses will occupy the other two.

"It's already noon." Ron said with dark circles under his eyes.

He had been forced by Owen to send a lot of letters home last night, asking about a member of the Weasley family named Shani.

Of course, Ron hadn't heard of the name, so he had to ask his family.

"I wrote the report until three o'clock last night! It's already extraordinary perseverance to be able to point it up! Owen took a sip of the pumpkin porridge on the table, "That's—Miss Granger, can you clean up the Room of Requirement, I didn't have anywhere to go with Luna last night." I can only stay in the greenhouse and write."

As he spoke, Colin yawned as well.

"Morning!" He said.

The foursome who stayed up late last night had him!

On the side, Hermione, who was racking her brains to give Rita Skeeter some Gryffindor shock, suddenly heard Owen's voice, especially when he said that he had a request for anything, his face suddenly became unnatural.

"What's wrong with her?" Owen looked at Hermione's deflated face and asked Harry, "Is Dumbledore going to expel her?" ”

“.” The corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and then he leisurely handed him a newspaper on the table, "Didn't you read today's Daily Prophet?" ”

"Look at a der! I've been catching up on sleep all morning. Owen flipped through the newspaper and just glanced at it casually to see why Miss Granger had a black face.

"At noon, the owl sent a lot of letters!" Harry looked at Hermione with some sympathy. "It's all her fans, and Rita Skeeter smears Hermione in the newspapers, so those people send a lot of vicious letters."

"There's even a howl letter—" Harry said with a sigh of relief, "you have no idea how bad the Gryffindor common room was this morning. ”

"Nothing." Miss Granger on the side said indifferently, holding a letter between her fingers, shaking her hand slightly, and the letter suddenly spontaneously combusted.

"They're all stupid!"

"By the way, Rita Skeeter didn't leave Hogwarts after being scared away by my grandfather? How did she interview you. Owen asked, looking at her.

"How else can I interview?" Hermione glanced at him, "Suddenly blocked me at the top of the stairs and asked some strange questions,"

"And then you don't have anything to say?" Owen raised an eyebrow, "Good guys, a dozen gossip boyfriends, Miss Granger, you're a real master of time management, no wonder you're so busy!" He held up the newspaper and said in a strange tone.

There was also a picture in the newspaper of the moment Harry and Ron pulled Hermione away, and the picture was frozen there.

"I didn't!" Miss Granger raised her voice abruptly, "I'm talking about having a lot of friends at school, and everyone is very supportive of me becoming a Hogwarts Champion!"

How did I know she would write like that! ”

"Oops! Don't get so excited! Owen put down the newspaper, "I still don't know if you have a rumored boyfriend." Answering reporters' questions also requires skill. ”

Holding the silver glass on the long table, shaking the juice as if shaking red wine, a book was shocked and said, "If there is nothing to say, then there is no comment." But it's better if you have something to say, because of the silence, she makes up more vigorously.

Then you say what you want to say, don't care what he asks, don't care about the question, just express your opinion.

If she repeats that question, she says, "I don't think that's the problem," or "I think the real problem is." And then give your opinion. ”

"That's enough skill to deal with most unscrupulous journalists." Owen took a sip of the juice.

On the other side, Miss Granger was carefully jotting down what he had said.

"Besides, Rita Skeeter isn't all making it up!" Owen pointed to a paragraph in the newspaper, "Some of them are quite true. ”

The little wizard next to him looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that there was a small paragraph of dense writing.

———— Miss Hermione Granger finally found her first love at Hogwarts, and her close friend Lavender Brown said that Hermione was inseparable from the famous Harry Potter.

Miss Granger is stunningly beautiful, and all of her rumored boyfriends are either pure-blooded or famous.

According to an in-depth investigation by this reporter, Miss Granger also had an inexplicable affair with a Hufflepuff boy who had been featured in this newspaper.

The boy had a shocking background.

Then, Rita Skeeter didn't dare to write anymore.

The rest of the content is nothing more than pulling Hermione's empty boyfriends and pouring dirty water on her head.

In short, the whole article is secretly satirical from beginning to end, Hermione is a scheming woman who is snobbish, and good at using her beauty.

No wonder Miss Granger would be half, good fellow, this is no longer a smear, this is simply a kick in the poor Miss Granger into the inkwell.

"Look what the hell she's writing!" Harry said angrily.

At this time, Mr. Pote had the figure of Miss Qiu Zhang, who was unwilling to be named in Ravenclaw, because he was really afraid that Qiu Hui would believe the nonsense in the newspaper and hate him from then on.

So extremely angry at Rita Skeeter's smear against him.

But as a boy who never died, he was famous, and it was impossible for Rita Skeeter not to write about him.

"Look here!" Owen put his finger on a few words,—— Miss Granger was stunningly beautiful.

"Look, at least Rita Skeeter isn't politically correct, and she's not blind, and the whole story is one of the few truths."

Miss Granger's cheeks flushed instantly.

"I suggest that you two get married on the spot immediately!" The twins said with a ruthless probe.

"Flirt every day, flirt every day! Really, what's wrong with the little wizard now? George pulled his face and said in an old-fashioned manner, "What do you think we were doing in the fourth grade?" ”

"Fight with the Slytherins?" Ron chimed in.

"It's called: Fight for the honor of Gryffindor!" The twins shouted in unison.

Then he looked at Harry and Ron with disgust on their faces.

These two bastards!

What a good girl, running around with you every day, I can't grasp the opportunity.

If you can't seize the opportunity, how can you still let that Hufflepuff dig into the corner!

"Well, leave the gossip alone. We have more important things. Miss Granger blushed, swallowed, and coughed softly.

She lowered her head and immediately got up, "That- I'll go back to the library to find the witch named Shanny." She's the witch of Hogwarts, so there's sure to be a clue. ”

As she spoke, she left the auditorium without looking back.

And her two useless men, Harry was still peeking at a figure in Ravenclaw.

And Ron, the owl outside the window flew over.

They were all letters from his parents about the Weasleys' past.

The two of them never seemed to realize until now that Miss Granger, who they spent time with, was a girl!

In their eyes, Hermione should be considered a good buddy of their own.

People are like that - the more you see what you see, the more you can't see clearly.

——————

In the days that followed, less than a month before the race, the castle fell into an eerie calm.

Of course, this is only on the surface.

Actually—Professor Sprout had already spoken to Owen three times or twice.

"If he's training that Gryffindor witch without giving Cedric any advice," she said, "he's going to have to be expelled from Hufflepuff House." ”

“.”

Well—probably by Rita Skeeter's report, Miss Granger had been approaching him for English lately—and the number of times he learned magic had skyrocketed, and he now appeared in the Gryffindor Tower more often than in the Hufflepuff Cellar.

No wonder Professor Sprout was so angry.

On the second Saturday of November, less than 16 days before the start of the official competition.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the young wizards all gathered.

They were all giving Cedric advice, because judging by their superficial combat effectiveness, they seemed to be the weakest.

It's entirely possible that Cedric will be knocked out by the first.

If that's the case, then they'll be a disgrace to Hufflepuff.

The messy sound has been noisy for a long time.

Gradually, the little wizard's argument gradually became quieter, because, it was said that they were giving Cedric advice together, but in fact they had no plan.

I don't even know the content of the first game, how to make suggestions.

"Owen~" Ernie shouted anxiously.

The common room is full of flowers and colorful plants.

Cacti of various varieties were arranged in a zigzag line along the wall on a wooden circular shelf, and they were still dancing because of the little wizard passing below.

On the ceiling, curved ferns and vines hang from copper-bottomed pots. At this time, Owen was lying on the couch with his head tilted, feeling the massage from the top of his head.

These ferns, when the wizard stands under them, they will comb your hair, Owen gave a change last semester, and now he can not only comb his hair but also press his feet.

Of course, if you don't mind athlete's foot on your head, they can also press their heads.

Owen didn't mind.

When he opened his eyes, he found a whole host of young wizards, including Hannah, staring at him.

"Don't look at it." Owen comfortably shifted his position.

"There's nothing I can do to increase your spell level anytime soon—besides."

He continued, "For now, you won't be able to pass the level even if you increase the power of the spell you have mastered several times. ”

"I-" Cedric reacted quickly as he suddenly realized that another implication of Irving's words was that he probably knew what the first game was about.

Otherwise, how could he say that he would not be able to break through even if the power of the spell became stronger.

"Do you know what we're going to deal with in the first level?" He hurriedly asked.

"Part of it is known, to be exact." Owen continued to enjoy the superb massage technique.

This has been cultivated by him for generations.

"If you think about the spell now, you're going in the wrong direction." "Everyone will have their own way of fighting. Winning is not about defeating the enemy. ”

"The way it suits you." Cedric muttered, but his forehead could not be stretched, who wouldn't talk about it?

It will take a long time to figure out what kind of battle he is suitable for, but there are only ten days left in the game.

Just as he was distressed, Owen opened his eyes, "I heard that Professor Sprout has got another batch of new magical plants.

It's a bit of a strange thing, and some of them have incredible attack power, and if they can be combined with combat, they should be a lot of combat power for wizards. ”

"Wonder plants?"

"The fighting style for baby Hufflepuffs, including a variety of combinations of magical plants and magical beasts, trust me, you just need to use your brains a little more and it will be easy to pass." Owen did it at this time, he waved his hand, and the vine entrenched above his head spontaneously faded, and then his eyes were full of light, and he said flatly, "The content of the first level of the game requires the wizard to seize the treasure it guards in a powerful guard. ”

"So the treasure is the most important thing, and it's stupid to defeat the caretaker because it's strong."

"Capture the treasure?" Cedric's eyes lit up, and Owen's words outweighed all the encouragement for him, these days, after Dumbledore's constant crisis rendering.

He thought that the competition was about fighting the fire dragon, and now that he knew that the first level was just to grab something, then he was confident enough to pass this level.

He is the best Hufflepuff wizard other than Owen, and he can't lose face as a Hogwarts wizard.

Watch as Cedric regains his energy.

Owen had finally completed the task given to him by Professor Sprout.

- This stupid boy.

He shook his head.

I don't know - Triwizard Tournament, is cheating a tradition?

Any warrior who is not allowed to accept help from others is to deceive an honest boy like Cedric.

In that game, the warriors of each school did not get the full help of their own schools?

Professor Sprout has already prepared a complete set of cheats for him, waiting for him to go and get them!

As a result, Cedric, a stupid boy, really remembered Dumbledore's statement that the warriors couldn't get help from others, and he didn't go to Professor Sprout now.

Do you want the dean to run away to find you himself?

Oh! Kid, I've got a set of cheats for you, take it!

Listen – can this come out of Professor Sprout's mouth?

Of course, you go to the professor, and then the professor looks at you with a stern expression, and inadvertently drops her carefully prepared cheats on the ground between pushing and pulling, and then it happens that the professor doesn't find out, and it happens that you see and pick it up.

However, to say that Owen did not provide any help to Cedric at all is absolutely fake, which amazing plant in the greenhouse he has not taken care of?

Most of the cultivation of those new varieties has his participation.

He's the man standing behind Cedric!

The next day, when Owen met Miss Granger, he told her the same news.

This is obviously not a secret anymore.

I guess the other headmasters have already told their warriors.

With Professor McGonagall's tenacious personality, she wouldn't break the rules to help Hermione!

She wouldn't even hint at it.

The Little Witch may be the last of the Warriors to learn about the game.

Of course, she didn't know it, she didn't finish breakfast, so she rushed to find Fleur to share information.

Beauxbatons' huge carriage is located right on the school meadows.

Very conspicuous.

When she knocked on the door, she had a feeling of enlightenment as soon as she entered.

The space in front of you is much wider than it looks from the outside, and everything is magnified in an instant.

It didn't look like the inside of a carriage at all, but instead gave Hermione the illusion of going back to Beauxbatons School Manor.

The carriage was quiet, and Miss Granger saw no one else.

She followed the golden escalator to the second floor and stopped at the door of the second room inside.

This is the fourth time she has been here.

Fleur had invited her to spend the night in the carriage.

Strange girly friendship.

- This was Fleur's room, and she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" It took a while for the room to ring, and Fleur's voice was hoarse.

It sounded a little weak, as if I was sick.

Hermione was a little anxious, and immediately pushed the door in.

In front of me is a room decorated in pink, with feminine items everywhere.

The European-style lattice windows are hidden by a wrinkled white curtain, allowing sunlight to penetrate through the cracks, bringing a touch of brightness to the dimly lit room.

The air is filled with a refreshing scent, which is unique to hibiscus.

In the room, the most eye-catching thing is the soft and gorgeous large bed in the middle.

Fleur was lying on top of the bed, her futon kicked aside, and she was lying on top of it in a pink pajamas.

The low round neckline is embellished with white lace, revealing her graceful and concave figure.

The snow-white skin is sexy and seductive, and the wisps of a certain underwear of the same style can be faintly seen, from the mountains of France, or towering into the clouds, or deep ravines.

Or the bare lotus flowers on the riverside, with a dark fragrance floating.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, shining on the lotus flower, and suddenly the room was filled with spring light—rippling.

"Yikes!"

Miss Granger in front of the door blushed almost instantly.

She subconsciously covered her eyes.

But thought about it for a moment.

It seems to realize something.

Then he turned around and hurriedly closed the door behind him, for fear that someone would break in at this time, or that a passing wizard outside would see something.

"Hmm—Gabrielle?" On the bed, Fleur said lazily, "Just put breakfast on the table, I'm going to sleep a little longer!" ”

She rolled over lazily.

Turned his head and fell asleep again.

(End of chapter)