HP Magic Biography

Because he was a contestant in the "Three Wizards Tournament", Harry was exempted from the final exam, so he had to sit in the back of the classroom to check the new spell for the third mission.

Ron was very envious of this kind of thing. There was no need to take an exam, which was a dream thing.

"Probably!" Harry replied indifferently. He would rather take the exam, wondering how bad the task would be today.

But at that moment Professor McGonagall walked towards him along the Griffindor table, "Potter, all the team members will gather in the guest room outside the hall after breakfast." She said.

"But the mission didn't start until night!" Harry said quickly, and then he accidentally knocked off the scrambled eggs.

He was worried that he had mistaken the time.

"I know, Potter," she continued, "you should know that the players' family members will be invited to watch the finals. This arrangement just gives you a chance to greet them." She left after speaking.

Harry looked at her back, his mouth wide open. "She doesn't expect the Dursleys to attend, right?" He asked Fanlin directly.

"I don't know," Fanlin shrugged his shoulders. He remembered Dudley's chubby body. If Dudley is a little obedient, maybe you don't need to take Fred with him next time you go to Dursley's. There is George too.

"However, Harry, I have to leave quickly. I'm almost late for class. See you later." Fanlin said hurriedly. He has to add courses recently, and he needs to prepare in advance.

Today is an exciting night, it should be said that the most exciting day since Hogwarts.

Harry finished his breakfast.

The hall was empty.

He saw Fleur Delacour stand up from the dining table and walk into the meeting room with Cedric.

After a while, Krum slowly walked in to join them, and it seemed that Krum had recovered completely.

Harry looked at Krum and thought, what would Fanlin do if he participated in the game?

But Harry soon came to the answer. Fanlin is a person who is afraid of trouble. If he participates in the competition, although he will not do anything to Furong, but the other people are not necessarily. Maybe this is the gender Fanlin said. Advantage?

Harry looked at Fleur faintly behind the door, Fleur's beauty, Harry was already so numb, at least, if Hermione was willing to take the time to take care of it, it wouldn't be bad.

And autumn...

Harry stayed where he was. In fact, he did not want to enter the meeting room.

He has no family—no family who will come to see him accept the challenge of his fate. Strictly speaking, Sirius can only be counted as a relative, a godfather, and Sirius has not had time to come.

But just when he wanted to get up and go to Tuhao Hall to review the spell, the door of the meeting room opened and Cedric's little head came out.

"Harry, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you!" Harry felt embarrassed, but stood up.

Shouldn't the Dursleys be inside?

He thought to himself, crossed the hall, opened the door and walked in.

Cedric and his parents were sitting by the door. Viktor Krum stayed in the opposite corner, talking in Bulgarian with his parents with black hair, speaking quickly.

On the other side of the room, Furong was chatting with her mother in French, her voice a little fuzzy. And Furong's little sister... It should be said that Gryffindor's little angel Gabriel also came, and was holding her mother's hand.

She waved to Harry, and Harry waved to her.

He also saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fire, smiling at himself.

Harry also smiled and walked towards them.

"A surprise for you." Mrs. Weasley said happily. "It should have occurred to us that we came to see you, Harry!" She bent over and kissed Harry on the cheek.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked, smiling happily, holding Harry's hand.

"The check came here, but he didn't have time. He said you had a great game against the horntail dragon! Harry noticed Fleur Delacour and was constantly looking at Bill, giving him a secret look.

Harry could tell that she would not refuse Bill's long hair and earrings with dog teeth.

"You are so kind," Harry whispered to Mrs. Weasley, "I just thought of the Dursleys."

Mrs. Weasley sighed her lips.

She had never said in front of Harry that the Dursleys were not, but every time she mentioned them, her eyes would sparkle unnaturally.

"It's great to be back!" Bill said, scanning the whole hall, (Willie, that fat aunt's friend is winking at him). "I haven't seen this place in five years. Is the Mad Knight still there? Just the Caton Knight Lord?"

"Oh, of course," Harry replied. He just met him last year. "Where is the fat lady?" Bill asked again.

"She was here when I was studying," Mrs. Weasley said. "I didn't return to the dormitory until four o'clock one night, and she told me to **** off."

"What are you doing outside at four in the morning?" Bill asked, looking at her mother curiously.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Your dad is walking with me," she said, "he let Filch catch him. That guy is an administrator, and your dad still has those scars on his body."

"Show us around, Harry?" Bill suggested. "Okay!" Harry took them back to the hall after speaking. When they passed by Arms Diggory, he looked at Harry.

"It's you!" He looked at Harry carefully, "I think you don't feel confident, do you?, Cedric's score is about to catch up with you, right!"

"What did you say?" Harry said helplessly.

"Leave him alone," Cedric whispered to Harry, frowning and following his father. "He has been very angry after reading all the previous articles in the Daily Prophet about the'Witchcraft Contest'. You know, the people in the Daily Prophet think you won. Especially that Rita Skeeter, although she has disappeared, I suspect she was caught by the guys whom she reported."

Obviously, Diggory did not like Rita.

"He doesn't want to correct her, right?" Arms Diggory spoke again, loud enough for Harry to hear, and Harry and Mrs. Weasley and Bill were about to walk out the door. "You should show him how good you are, son, haven't you beaten him once before?"

"It's Little. Scott is asking for trouble by himself, Arms!" Mrs. Weasley was very angry. "I thought you would know the truth, but you work in a government department!" Mr. Diggory looked like He wanted to say something, but his wife pulled his arm with her hand, and he just shrugged and turned away.

Harry felt a little irritable. In Fanlin's words, just a bunch of idiots, who knows what they want to compare to, honor?

This is really a terrible title, Diggory's father is like a clown with no taste.

Harry left at a faster speed. I have to say that in recent years, Harry has also learned a lot of ways of doing things.

Throughout the morning, Harry took Mrs. Weasley and Bill to visit the campus, and looked at the Boothbarton carriage and Durmstrang’s boat with interest.

The next stop... Mrs. Weasley is very interested in "Battering Willow".

The tree was planted just after she left school. She remembered the hunting field watcher named Ogu before Hagrid.

They walked around the flower room.

"How is Percy?" Harry asked.

"Not great," Bill said. "He is very angry," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at the ground, in a low voice.

"Since Mr. Crouch's accident, the department has allowed Mr. Crouch's influence to leave quietly, but Percy was dragged in and asked him to explain some instructions that Mr. Crouch had sent him. They seemed to want to Those instructions may not come from Mr. Claus. Percy is under great pressure now. They will not let Percy replace Mr. Crouch’s fifth referee tonight. Cornelius Fudge will replace him."

They returned to the castle for lunch.

"Mom, Bill!" Ron was surprised to see them here. "Why are you here?"

"Look at Harry's last mission!" Mrs. Weasley said briskly, "I dare you to say that the changes here are not small, you don't need to cook by yourself. How about the exam?"

"Well, it's okay," Ron replied, "I just can't remember all the names of the leprechaun traitors, so I made up some of them. Isn't it okay?" He said, eating a tortilla, Mrs. Weasley's face. It seems very serious.

Ron said again, "It's not difficult for the stuff called Potrot and Villiandy." Fred, George and Ginny also came, right next to them.

Harry was very happy, he felt as if he was back in the Burrow; he no longer remembered that there was a game to worry about in the evening.

It wasn't until Hermione and Fanlin showed up during lunch that he remembered that Rita Skeeter had been in Hermione's hands for a long time.

"Are you going to tell us...?" Hermione shook her head ~www.readwn.com~ and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Hello, Hermione and Fanlin." Mrs. Weasley said, her tone of voice seemed a lot harder than usual.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." Fanlin responded politely, and it was a pity that the Dursleys did not come.

Dudley should be afraid of them to death.

However, the change in Mrs. Weasley's attitude still caught Fanlin's attention.

"Hello." Hermione smiled at Mrs. Weasley, but Mrs. Weasley was expressionless.

Harry looked at the two of them and said, "You shouldn't believe that...er...the ridiculous thing written in Witch Weekly. Because Hermione is not my girlfriend."

"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "No, of course I won't believe it!"

"Of course, that guy can just make up things, Fanlin and Hermione have been very good."