"Support spells do not directly attack, but they can create obstacles and help them out of difficulties in duels, which can have a surprising effect. For example, if you're facing a vicious dragon, you can't defeat it, but you can use the Forbidden Charm to make the dragon unable to fly, the Fire Extinguishing Charm to dumb the dragon, and blind its eyes, and you'll be much more at ease."

Hermione, like Harry, jumped up with excitement, her body trembling slightly with excitement, just as Harry expected, Hermione memorized all the words of Professor Brian in class, and memorized them word for word!

"This is Professor Bryan's reminder to all Warriors, he has long said that Warriors are very likely to be produced among the students in physical education class!"

It's been a long time since Hermione was chosen as a Warrior, and Harry hasn't been so excited.

"The forbidden flying spell, the flame-extinguishing spell blinds the eyes of the fire dragon. What the hell is going on, Hermione! ”

"There's a spell called the Eye Curse!"

Hermione's cheeks were red from the firelight, and her eyes glistened with tears, as if a condemned prisoner had been redeemed before he died.

"I'll do all these spells!" Hermine's eyes flushed, "Professor Bryan is such a good man!" ”

"I thought he would choose to sit on the sidelines, but I didn't expect it!"

Harry smiled happily,

"So, you just have to review before the game starts to make sure you don't forget any spells, right?"

Hermione vaguely felt that there were still some problems, but at this time, like a drowning person who had finally caught a straw, she clung to the straw and refused to let go, unwilling to think deeply about it.

The excitement was followed by exhaustion.

These days, their spirits were high, but they couldn't rest, they had been looking for an opportunity to ensure Hermione's escape under the dragon's fangs, and now, they finally saw the light, and they were too sleepy to open their eyes.

With only a shred of sanity left, the two of them put the scattered books into their school bags instead of kicking them directly into the fireplace and burning them, and then, each staggering back to the dormitory to rest.

Then Harry went upstairs and stood in front of the door of his dormitory without entering.

The dormitory was already dark, Harry could hear Neville's snoring outside the door, Neville had been unhappy in their team during gym class these days, he seemed to have completely lost the agility he had used to practice Dobby's big dung, and had become as clumsy as he had been in other classes.

The problem was, and it wasn't hard to guess, Neville's lackluster talent for spells had affected his strengths, but Harry wasn't thinking about it.

The door to the dormitory was open, and the wind from the corridor was blowing into the dormitory, bringing in a steady stream of chill.

Did you forget to close the door, or . Someone just like him, not on a four-poster bed?

Suspicious, Harry crept inside.

Everyone was in their own beds, including the one in the dorm who was no longer talking to him. Harry sighed, not knowing why he was disappointed.

With mixed feelings, Harry went to bed without washing.

What would Ron say if he knew these things about the game, knew that Hermione and the other three warriors were competing to see who could live longer under the mouth of the fire dragon. Are you still thinking about the things that made you famous?

The next day was Thursday, and the morning was a herb class with Hufflepuff.

After half a month, the Hufflepuff students seem to have finally realized that Hermione will replace Hogwarts as a warrior, and this cognitive change makes them no longer keen on making faces in class, and those who participated in Professor Bryan's dueling class, such as Hannah, Finrery, and McMillan, also unexpectedly found some honor in Hermione.

Hermione's psychological baggage, which had experienced this change, had finally been lifted a little, but what she didn't understand was that she could always feel Ron, who was a few people away from her, as she squeezed pus out of Professor Sprout's newly grown batch of Babo tubers.

After that conflict, Harry and Hermione followed Hagrid's advice and decided to calm down for the time being, not to touch each other's sensitive relationship for the time being, and Ron and him maintained a high degree of tacit understanding, he usually didn't take the initiative to touch them with his eyes, didn't say.

Hermione stopped what she was doing and looked at Ron with a hint of anticipation in her eyes, hoping that Ron would take the initiative to say something to Harry or herself.

However, Ron also seemed to notice Hermione watching him, and he never looked up again, concentrating on dealing with the big tuber with Seamus.

"Shhhh

Hermione felt a sense of loss in her heart, not noticing that a high concentration of yellow-green pus slid down her protective gloves and into her wrist, and the corrosive nature of the pus immediately made Hermione's face pale.

"Did you hurt yourself, darling?"

Professor Sprout was on high alert, and she immediately ran over to check on the situation, and Harry nervously turned his head over to talk.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I just," Hermione inhaled sharply, "carelessly—"

By now that she had dealt with Bapo Tubers, there had been double digits of students who had tasted its pus, but Professor Sprout showed unusual interest in her, and Hermione speculated that it might be because Professor Sprout was aware of the unfriendly attitude of Hufflepuff when she first became a Warrior, including herself, who had been a little cold in the first few days. She may have felt a little sorry, so she offered to help her with her injuries herself.

When the class was over, the students left the room, and in the greenhouse, Harry was the only one waiting for Professor Sprout to treat the burns on Hermione's wrists with a potion.

However, at this moment, Ron, who had already left, suddenly returned to the greenhouse again.

"Ahem—"

Maybe it was because Harry and Hermione's surprised eyes were so revealing that Ron looked a little embarrassed, but anyway, he walked over against the pressure in his heart, and when he got closer, he quickly glanced at Hermione's wrist and moved his lips.

"What?"

Harry didn't hear what Ron was saying, and he asked, stunned.

"Krum—"

Ron took a deep breath and pointed sideways to the door,

"Krum is out there, he wants to meet you--" Ron pointed his eyes at Hermione, his expression a little unnatural, "I asked him what was going on, but he didn't want to say, he said he just wanted to talk to you alone-"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and it was clear that Krum was not alone in their surprise.

"Well, that's it--"

Although he was also confused and uneasy about Krum's finding Hermione, it seemed that Ron's courage had been exhausted by saying these words, and he slowly retreated, and when he quickly turned around within a certain distance, he quickened his pace and ran out of the shed.

"It's done--"

Professor Sprout spoke at the right time, and she tossed the swab that had smeared Hermione's wound into the trash, not asking at all about the start of the game, and one of the Warriors of Durmstrang was looking for the Warriors of Hogwarts, and what was important to discuss.

When Harry and Hermione stepped out of the shed, they immediately saw Krum standing alone waiting, and some of Durmstrang's students were waiting for Krum farther away, who were supposed to be with Ravenclaw in Hagrid's class today.

"Be careful, Hermione--"

After meeting Snape and Karkaroff's spies, Harry regained his vigilance against Krum and lowered his voice,

"Maybe Karkaroff didn't get any useful news from Snape, so I'll send Krumna to you to try it out."

It's not impossible to guess, but Hermione has to go see the situation anyway.

Harry had expected them to talk for a long time, but after only two minutes, Krum ran to find his classmates, and Hermione walked back with a strange look on her face.

"What's going on?" Harry immediately greeted him and nervously asked, "Did he want to get information about the competition from you, didn't you tell him?" ”

Hermione's face was full of confusion, and she responded to Harry's gaze and was silent for half a minute before she spoke.

"Quite the opposite, Harry—"

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Durmstrang as they were heading to the auditorium,

"He's here to remind me that the first thing we're dealing with is the dragon. But how did he know that Hagrid was accompanied only me and the headmaster of Beauxbatons that night? ”

"But why did he remind you!"

After a moment of silence, Harry, whose mouth had been open for a long time, pointed out another question worth playing!

(End of chapter)