Mango Milk Pudding
On Sunday morning, there were only two days until the first event of the Tournament began.
Hermione and Ginny were having breakfast at the Gryffindor table. Ginny showed her some of her latest subscriptions to stylish witch magazines, and the two chatted with great interest.
Harry didn't seem to be able to eat, so he lay down and waited. As soon as Hermione swallowed the last spoonful of sweet oatmeal, he dragged her out onto the field. They walked for a long time along the lake, and he told her all about the dragon and what Sirius had said.
Hermione was also shocked to hear that Sirius had warned them about Karkaroff, but she still believed that the first thing to do was to find a way to deal with the dragon.
"We've got to make sure you live until Tuesday night," she said anxiously, "and then we'll think about Karkaroff."
Three times they walked around the lake, racking their brains for a simple spell that would subdue the dragon, but in vain, they retreated back into the library. Here, Hermione pulled out every dragon-related book she could find, and the two of them began searching through a stack of books like a needle in a haystack.
"'Magical trimming of claws...remedy for scale rot...' doesn't work, it's for weirdos like Hagrid who want dragons to be strong..."
"'Fire dragons are extremely difficult to kill because their thick hides are impregnated with ancient magic, which only the strongest spells can pierce through...' But Sirius says a simple spell will do the trick..."
"Let's try some simple spell books," said Harry, tossing "The Charmander Lover" aside.
"By the way, there is also the conversion spell……but what's the use of conversion? Unless you convert its fangs into wine gum or something, making it less dangerous……The problem is, like in that book That being said, there aren't many things that can penetrate a dragon's skin...or deform it? But you won't succeed in deforming such a behemoth, I doubt even Professor McGonagall……" Hermione said like a cannonball On and on, "Unless you cast spells on yourself? To increase your strength? But they're not simple spells either, I mean we haven't learned that in class, I was doing practice questions for my O.W.L. I just got to know them……”
The movement at the door of the library made the two look up.
"Oh crap, here he is again, why can't he read in that stupid big ship of his?" said Hermione irritably - and Viktor Krum walked in listlessly, sullenly Glancing at them both, he sat down in a far corner with a stack of books in his arms, "Come on, Harry, let's go back to the common room……his Starchaser members will be over soon , twittering, annoying……"
Sure enough, as they left the library, a group of girls tiptoed past them, one of whom wore a Bulgarian scarf around her waist.
Herbal medicine class in the afternoon.
"Hermione," said Harry, rushing into the conservatory, hastily apologizing to Professor Sprout as he passed her, and then whispering to Hermione, "Hermione - I need your help. "
"Haven't I been helping you, Harry?" Hermione whispered back. She is pruning a flapper bush.
"Hermione, I must master the summoning spell by tomorrow afternoon."
So they began to practice hard. They found an empty classroom, and with all his concentration Harry forced all sorts of things in the room to fly towards him. He still doesn't quite get it. The books, the quills, always deflated in the middle of the flight and fell like stones to the floor.
"Concentrate, Harry, concentrate……"
"Am I not paying enough attention?" said Harry angrily. "For some reason I keep having a really big fire dragon in my head…well, try again..."
He had thought of skipping Divination and continuing to practice, but Hermione was determined not to give up Arithmancy, and without her there would be no point in Harry staying here. So Harry had to put up with Professor Trelawney's nagging for another hour or so.
After the divination class, Hermione and Harry went back to the empty classroom together. In order to avoid the teacher's attention, Hermione made him wear an invisibility cloak. They practiced until after midnight.
It was two o'clock in the morning and Harry stood by the fireplace surrounded by piles of things: books, quills, a few overturned chairs, an old set of gobstones, and Neville's toad, Rifle. It was just now that Harry had finally mastered the Summoning Charm.
"Much better, Harry, really improved," said Hermione. She looked tired, but very happy.
Hermione grabbed a rune dictionary and clutched it tightly so Harry could try again. He raised his wand again一一
The heavy dictionary flew out of her hand and flew to the other side of the room, where Harry caught it.
"Harry, I think you've really got it!" said Hermione happily.
"I hope it will be successful tomorrow. The Firebolt. Arrow is much farther than the things here. Tomorrow it will be in the castle, and I will be on the field outside……"
"It's all right," said Hermione firmly, "as long as you're really concentrating and paying attention, it'll come. Harry, we'd better go back now……you need to rest."
On Tuesday afternoon, the whole school was immersed in an excited and tense atmosphere.
"Good luck, Harry," whispered Hermione, "you'll make it!"
"Good luck, Harry." Ginny said too.
Harry numbly stood up from the Gryffindor table and followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.
Hermione and Ginny took their seats on the outdoor stands with other Gryffindor students, and Hermione realized that she hadn't seen Fred since morning.
"Where did Fred and George go?"
"They came to borrow the owl from me yesterday, saying it was urgent," Ginny took out a sandwich from her bag, "Don't tell me they're still there."
"What happened?" Hermione frowned.
Ginny opened the plastic wrap and took a big bite of the sandwich, "The two of them will be fine haha, if something goes wrong, that will be they let others be in trouble."
The game was fantastic. When Fleur's dress was on fire, Ginny rolled back and forth laughing, but when Harry was swept up to his shoulder by the Hungarian Horntail's tail, she stopped laughing.
Hermione's mind was only half watching the game, and she had confidence in Harry's ability, after all, she had worked hard these days. She was more curious now who Fred and George were sending letters to.
The first project is coming to an end soon. Unsurprisingly, Harry got a good score and even drew with Krum.
Hermione took Ron to the tent to meet Harry.
"Harry, you're brilliant!" said Hermione very happily.
Harry, however, was looking at Ron. Ron was terribly pale, and he stared at Harry as if he were a ghost.
"Harry," he said, looking very serious, "whoever threw your name into that Goblet of Fire - I - I think they wanted your life!"
"You finally understand?" said Harry coldly. "It took you long enough."
Hermione stood between the two of them, looking from one to the other, and breathed a sigh of relief. Merlin knew how annoying it was to be an owl messenger between the two of them.
"It's okay, just forget about it."
"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't—"
"Forget about it," said Harry.
Ron grinned awkwardly at him, and Harry smiled back.
"You two are so stupid." Hermione folded her arms and shook her head, then turned to find Ginny.
That night, Hermione followed Harry and Ron to the Owl Cottage to find Piglet, because Harry wanted to send Sirius a letter telling him how he had crossed the dragon safely. On the way, Harry also told Ron what Sirius reminded him to be wary of Karkaroff.
When they entered the Gryffindor common room, there was once again the cheering and uproar that erupted in the daytime arena.
There were mountains of cake on the tables and chairs, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Lee Jordan set off some Filipard fireworks and there were a lot of stars and sparks in the air. Dean Thomas, who is good at drawing, has hung several eye-catching new banners, most of which show Harry riding a Firebolt. Arrows fly around the Horntail, but two also show Cedric's head A scene of fire.
Hermione ate with them.
These days, she was too tired to train with Harry. She sat down with Ron and Harry and helped herself with some mango milk pudding.
"My God, it's pretty heavy," Lee Jordan said, holding Harry's golden egg on the table and weighing it in his hands. "Open it up, Harry! Let's see what's inside!"
"He should solve the clues himself," Hermione said hastily, "The rules of the Tournament stipulate……"
"Okay, come on, Harry, open it up!" several people responded.
Lee handed the golden egg to Harry, who pried it open by digging his fingernail into a ring of grooves in the egg.
It was empty, with nothing in it - but the moment Harry opened it, a horrific, piercing scream filled the room.
"Shut it!" George yelled, putting his hands to his ears.
Hermione saw Fred and George coming down the stairs from their bedroom.
Harry snapped the golden egg shut. "What's that?" Seamus Finnigan stared at the golden egg and asked, "It's like the scream of a female ghost...Harry, you may have to pass a female ghost next time!"
"It looks like someone is being tortured!" said Neville - his face was pale, and he scattered the sausage meat all over the floor. "You're dealing with the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Don't be silly, Neville, it's not legal," said George. "They can't cast the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing……maybe you're going to have to attack him in the shower……"
"Would you like a jam pie, Hermione?"
Fred sat down in the armchair next to Hermione, leaning forward.
Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he was offering, and he grinned.
"Don't worry," he said, "I didn't do anything to them. You need to watch out for the custard biscuits—"
Neville had just taken a bite of the custard biscuit when he choked and spat it out. Fred laughed.
"I was just joking, Neville……"
"Why didn't you and George even come to the game? Who are you sending the letter to?" Hermione also moved forward and lowered her voice.
"We have absolute confidence in Harry," he brushed his hair back, "you can see how he bravely defeated that funny hornet without looking at it. As for who to send the letter to-"
In the middle of his speech, he deliberately hung there and waited.
"Go on, why don't you finish talking!" Hermione's curiosity was completely aroused.
"Hermione really wants to know that much?"
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
Relying on the cover of the chaos of laughter and noise in the lounge at the moment, Hermione became more courageous and reached out to grab Fred's loose tie.
Fred let her fiddle with him, bowed his head and smiled slightly. Then he raised his head and blinked his amber brown eyes under the warm light.
"Call me honey, and I'll tell you."