I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 271 December

Marilyn ranked No. 45 with a high score of 2. If Karkaroff hadn't been beaten, her score would definitely be higher than this.

She stood in front of the stage and smiled brightly, waving to the audience.

She is very satisfied with the result of No.2, for Catherine, Marilyn can't be jealous at all.Someone like Fu Rong who was similar to her would still feel jealous, but Catherine, who was very different from her no matter what angle she looked at, was something she could only look up to.

Therefore, it is enough to get the second place!

"Harry! What's going on?" Hermione growled in a low voice, "You also have 45 points, why did Mr. Bagman forget you?"

"That's right, Harry!" Ron whispered, and then stood up. "I'll go and talk to Mr. Bagman, what's going on..."

After all, he walked behind Mr. Bagman and whispered something, but the sound in the arena was too noisy, and the communication between the two of them could not be heard at all. After a while, Ron came back, yes Harry gave an ok gesture.

"After talking to him, we'll just wait." Ron said with a frown, he still complained a little about Mr. Bagman forgetting his good brother.

After a while, Mr. Bagman shouted loudly: "Oh... sorry, I forgot something, ouch, this is really a super super huge huge mistake - the second place with Miss Chabanol is from Hogg Mr. Harry Potter at Watts! He also scored 45 points! Let's congratulate him!"

Harry quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage. His eyes were always on the Gryffindor side. The Gryffindor seat had become a sea of ​​joyful gold and red.

The little lions shouted Harry's name loudly, sending him the most sincere blessings.

When the clamor gradually subsided, Mr. Bagman continued to shout: "Then, in third place is Mr. Vasily Petrenko from Durmstrang! His final score is-44 points! Let We congratulate him!"

After the cheers were over, Mr. Bagman mentioned the following players respectively. Viktor ranked fourth with 43 points, and Cedric and Fleur tied for fifth with 42 points.

And Mr. Bagman, who was sitting at the guest table, looked very happy, as if he himself had successfully crossed a fire dragon just now.

"Well, I just have a few words to say," Mr. Bagman said to the Warriors after everyone had quieted down. "The second project will start at 24:09 am on February 30 next year at Until then, you can rest for a long time-but we will leave some problems for you to consider."

Speaking of this, Mr. Bagman pointed to the golden eggs in Fleur's arms and said: "You look down at the golden eggs in your respective hands, and you will find that they can be opened—see the seam there? ?The very dark and thin one, well, it's a little under-the-radar, I must say, you have to solve the clues provided in the egg - that will tell you what the second item is."

"I think you can make sufficient preparations in this nearly half a year! So, are you all clear? No problem? Well, everyone can leave the stadium in an orderly manner. I hope you will stay in your seats. Take everything with you, lest you have to come back and look for it again.”

Halfway through, Harry was stopped by Rita Skeeter, who was chasing excitedly.

Harry was clearly caught off guard and didn't know what to do with this annoying reporter who liked to make big news.And Rita Skeeter's eyes were shining with excitement, and she kept lingering on Ron, Hermione, and Harry. It is estimated that she has already typed tens of thousands of words in her heart, about the trio's love triangle. kind of.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter, goodbye, Ms. Skeeter." Harry said quickly, dragging Hermione and Ron and ran away quickly.

He doesn't want to be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter anymore, God knows what shit the old bitch can throw.

After being thrown off by Harry, Rita found Louis in the back.

"You mean, you want to interview Catherine?" Louis immediately understood Rita's purpose.

Rita kept nodding, saying that it was her greatest honor to be able to interview Catherine.

"Then tomorrow morning, we are very busy today." Louis set the interview time, Rita did not dare to object, and could only nod in agreement.

The two of them didn't rush back to the office, but followed Draco's suggestion and went back to the Slytherin lounge first.Sure enough, when they walked into the Slytherin's lounge, there was once again enthusiastic noise and cheers erupting inside.Whether it is on the table or on the chairs, there are piles of cakes like hills, and there are pots of pumpkin juice and butter beer.

Crabbe and Goyle set off some Flipper fireworks in the lounge, filling the air with stars and sparks.I don't know who hired a special artist, and on the high-hanging banners, the Hungarian Horntail was painted crouching with its head on the ground, probably Draco's handwriting.

When Catherine put the golden egg on the table, the cheers became more enthusiastic, and the whole Slytherin lounge was as lively as Gryffindor.

"Oh my god, it's quite heavy." Pansy picked up Catherine's golden egg on the table, weighed it with her hands a few times, and said impatiently, "Open it quickly, Miss Worley, I'm listening to the host Lu Mr. Do Bagman said that the clue to the next project is in this golden egg, can you let everyone see what is inside?"

Catherine didn't object either, she was in a good mood today, so she agreed to their request.

"Okay, Pansy, Miss Walley agreed." Draco said with a smile, "Open it up, let's see what's inside?"

What they didn't notice was that Louis stretched out his hands shyly to block his ears, and touched Catherine with his legs by the way.Catherine saw what Louis was doing, and instantly understood what was going on. She put an earplug listening spell on herself, and looked at the people in front of her as if nothing happened.

Pansy dug her nails into the grooves around the golden egg and pried it open.

It was empty inside, and there was nothing—but the moment Pansy opened it, a terrifying, piercing scream filled the room, and Louis always felt as if he had heard a similar sound— Oh, that's right, it's like the sound of an iron drill bit being scraped hard on the iron sheet, which makes people's teeth sour.

"Quick! Close it!" Draco yelled, covering his ears.

The closest to the golden egg, Crabbe and Goyle, whose faces were close together before Pansy opened the golden egg, were stimulated by the screams and fell to the ground unconscious.Pansy was still calm, she quickly put the golden egg back together, and only then stopped the teeth-gritting voice.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the closed golden egg with lingering fear, and asked palely: "What the hell is this, my God, it's like a Halloween ghost screaming, next The project will not be a female ghost guarding the level, right? It looks like it should be that kind of ghost..."

"Probably not..." Her younger sister Astoria was thoughtful, "Looking at the level of the screaming voice, I think it should be... the test of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Oh don't be silly, Astoria," Draco said, covering his face, "it's not legal, they can't use the Cruciatus Curse on warriors - I think it sounds like someone singing - —like Crabbe or Goyle singing, I've had the pleasure of seeing both of their horrible--"

When he said this, Draco raised his voice and didn't continue, with a look of lingering fear on his face, obviously shaken by the singing of the two of them.

The psychological shadow of childhood belongs to yes.

Needless to say, Draco's conjecture is indeed not bad - the golden egg is actually a singing voice, but it can't be opened and listened to directly.

After the first project is over, it is possible to keep the little dragon model.By some magic, Catherine's Hungarian Horntail was as lifelike as it was alive.Catherine was not interested in the little dragon, so she gave it to Elizabeth.Elizabeth obviously inherited the violent gene of the old London Union Jack in her bones. She loved this little pet so much that she was inseparable, even when she was sleeping, she had to hug it.

There is another Harry who has the same problem as Elizabeth. He also treats his little Norwegian Spinosaurus in the same way. When the two are free, they often get together to exchange pet details, from the little dragon to the Quidditch. Qi, then talk about finding the ball, and finally ride their respective Firebolts to compete with real swords and guns.

Harry had to admit that there are people outside the sky, and Elizabeth's flying talent is absolutely rare in the world.

The next day, Rita came over to do an interview with Catherine as scheduled, and it was quite satisfactory, and nothing outrageous was done. Of course, it is also possible that Louis' eyes were too kind.

November flies by like flying. In December, there are often strong winds in the Scottish Highlands. This year, the rain and snow are also very frequent. There are often drafts in the castle, blowing on the body and chilling the heart.

Fortunately, the walls of the castle are very thick, and the hot fire can dissipate the chill of the students. Compared with the big ship that Karkaroff lived in, which was swaying in the strong wind and waves, Hogwarts can be regarded as very warm .

Durmstrang's classmates rejoiced more than once that they didn't live with Karkaroff on the ship, but scattered to live in the lounges of various colleges.While enjoying the fire by the fireplace in the college lounge, enjoying snacks and drinking steaming butterbeer, think of the headmaster Karkaroff, who is as cold as a pike in winter on the ship, Durmstrang The classmates couldn't help but silently mourned for him for half a second from the bottom of their hearts, and then raised their cups and bumped each other to show their congratulations.

The manger of Mrs. Maxime's horse was constantly supplied with malt whiskey, and the smell of wine wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, which made the students going to the protection of magical animals dizzy.

"Hagrid's spring has come." Louis whispered pertinently.

"How do you know?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I just know." Louis had an expression of wisdom beads in his hands, and then he saw the fried-tailed snail feed that Hagrid was holding, and his face froze.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating, eh," Hagrid told the shivering students in the pumpkin patch, "but we might as well try and see if they're asleep or not..."

The big box in front of the students was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, and the fried-tailed snails were lying quietly inside, reversing their previous temperament of doing nothing when they refused to accept it.Seamus looked at the snail and asked loudly, "Professor Hagrid, I have a question..."

"Ah, it's Seamus." Hagrid stroked his unkempt beard with his hand, "Say it."

"How do we determine whether a snail is hibernating or not? How do we test it?" Seamus asked hesitantly.

Draco immediately said: "Oh, I know that." He looked at Hagrid maliciously and said with a smile: "Maybe Professor Hagrid means let's reach out and try it out. If the hand is missing, it means Blast-end snails don't hibernate; if your hand is still there, they are really asleep..."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the students burst into laughter.

Nobody wanted to do Hagrid any favors - the snails were so fucking ugly after all.

As soon as the words fell, the snail in the first box suddenly made a beeping explosion sound from its tail. It continued to explode its fire-breathing tail, blasting a hole in the box.The students backed away immediately, and the snail opened the box with a bang, revealing its grey-black and slippery body, as well as the disgusting tentacles and suckers of Bala.

Draco was taken aback, he was the closest to the Whelk.Reflexively, he drew his wand and aimed a series of sparks at the snail, trying to scare it away.At the same time, the remaining nine snails also jumped up from behind. Seeing this, Harry immediately led Ron forward, and imitated Draco to use his wand to shoot sparks at the snails.

"Hey! Don't scare them!" Hagrid was anxious, those snails were his treasure.

"I think we're spooked, Hagrid," Draco said loudly, cornering a snail with sparks, and holding it in place with a box.

Louis was not idle either. He used his transfiguration technique to conjure up big hands, and squeezed the remaining snails back into the box one by one—he subconsciously used a little force, and those snails that were caught The pinched snails look a little wilted.

He controlled his strength very well, not only did not cause any serious damage to the snails, but also successfully eliminated part of their vitality.

Draco and Ron were sprayed a little bit by the bombard to varying degrees, and several holes were burned in their clothes and pants; Harry was more serious, he was accidentally sprayed by sparks on his arm, and his wand fell on the ground. He almost stepped on the ground.

Harry picked up his wand with lingering fear, and touched his old buddy with some distress. He didn't feel that he was burned until the Blast-End Whelk was caught, and he grinned in pain.

(End of this chapter)