Chapter 421 Let there be only three hostages

In the last week before the Christmas party, the sky seems to be particularly generous, throwing down goose-feather heavy snow.

In the depths of this silver-covered Forbidden Forest, Roger was busy in the cabin. He dug a hole under the bed and prepared a bed for Nagini to hibernate.

The snowflakes tap lightly on the window, making a rustling sound that is more hypnotic than a lullaby.

After the last few full-moon nights, Nagini has returned to her human form above her chest. She used her slender white fingers to flick the hair around her ears in a bored manner. While Rogge got into the hole, he secretly untied the tight tube top, allowing his breasts to release some pressure.

"The cave is covered with dragon skin. You can sleep comfortably on it all winter." Rogge said while inspecting the golden cup.

The food and drinking water inside were almost exhausted. He turned to look at Nagini's slender and smooth snake body, wondering how she could eat so much and still not look fat.

"This should be your last hibernation." Rogge took out a black cloak from the traceless expansion bag and reminded earnestly: "Remember to put it on when hibernating. When the first thunder of spring sounds, you should be ready From a beautiful snake to a 'Nuwa'."

"Nuwa?" Nagini yawned, her snake tail curled up under her body, and asked curiously: "Who is she? A witch?"

"No, not a witch." Rogge explained with a smile: "A mythical figure, symbolizing creation."

He saw the tube top on Nagini's chest that was constantly sliding down, and shook his head helplessly.

Nagini had been a beast for so long that she was not used to wearing clothes. If not for Rogge's forced order, she would have even wandered shirtless in the snow.

He secretly thought that after this winter, he would prepare some clothes for Nagini. However, I can't go to a clothing store to buy women's clothing. After thinking about it, I had to use the tools from the tailor shop to make a set of magic tools that can automatically make clothes.

"So, do you want to sleep in the wooden house or in the hole below?" Rogge asked.

"Come down below." Nagini pondered for a moment, and her voice became lazy, as if the winter chill had made her faint: "I'm not used to lying on the bed. Master, I'm so tired, ha..." she said He yawned widely, his head drooping feebly due to sleepiness.

But the restraint on her chest made her feel uncomfortable, so she simply pulled it off, and a pair of firm white peaches popped out, swinging freely in the air. Rogge was stunned by the naked beauty and exclaimed: "This heavy snow is so round... No, this heavy snow is really white."

"Master, I'm going to rest first." She was so sleepy that she didn't even bother to open her eyes, and slid her body gently into the hole.

The dragon skin beneath her body made her feel extremely comfortable, and Nagini entered a hazy state of hibernation like every year.

Rogge looked at the black cloth on the bed, touched his chin and murmured: "How about using the skin of the basilisk to make a suit for her? It's not impossible."

He wrapped himself in a scarf and walked out of the cabin. The Forbidden Forest looks more mysterious and peaceful with the winter limited-time skin. Deep in the hills, there is also a green dragon perched.

The centaur tribe has negotiated with it many times, hoping that it can leave this place. But the green dragon refused to leave, especially after Fleur sent five goats. It loved it here.

In its eyes, the entire Scottish Highlands are its own territory. Every rock and forest is its own property. Moreover, the little wizard in the castle is also very friendly.

As long as it draws a path on the ground, they will understand and send delicious goats. This kind of tacit communication and comfortable life make Green Dragon feel very satisfied.

However, the old man who always tries to chat with it annoys it. Every time I come here, I chatter endlessly, which makes me suffer from neurasthenia.

The green dragon would rather watch the snow all day than see the old man with the white beard.

Durmstrang's big ship was still docked by the Black Lake, with crystal ice picks hanging on the side of the ship, reflecting the hazy sunlight.

Rogge silently noted its shape, secretly thinking about when to build a similar transportation vehicle for himself.

He walked along the Black Lake, thinking about the name of the ship: "What should I call my ship? The Jackdaw? The Moby Dick? Or the Nautilus, which is more powerful?" However, he did not even have construction drawings. Woolen cloth.

"Roger?" A mermaid lady came out of the water and threw a bunch of water splashes with a playful smile.

Her voice was as clear and sweet as ice crystals: "We have learned the book you sent and listened to the master tape several times. We can start recording Nightingale."

"Really? You guys are great!" Rogge praised happily, and suddenly a sound of heavy footsteps came from the distance.

He and Miss Mermaid followed the sound and saw Hagrid walking towards the auditorium holding a big pine tree. His face was slightly red, whether it was from the cold wind or from weakness.

Many people in the courtyard stared at him, and people kept exclaiming: "Hagrid is so strong!"

Beauxbatons' principal, Madame Maxime, was standing outside the carriage, watching him intently. Hagrid felt her admiring eyes, and infinite power bursting out of his hot blood. He groaned and lifted the entire tree onto his broad shoulders.

Mrs. Maxim's eyes widened slightly and her voice was slightly excited: "Hagrid, you are really a powerful man."

Hagrid's face turned red when he heard this. He quickly puffed up his chest and showed his strength to the giantess.

"By the way, isn't he afraid of crushing himself to death?" Rogge complained, and then followed the mermaid into the black lake.

With the Bubble Head Charm on his head, he naturally doesn't have to worry about breathing problems. However, underwater vision is limited and it is difficult to find the accurate direction. If it weren't for the mermaid's tail leading the way, it would have taken him most of the day to find the glass window of the old college.

The blazing sun shines on the white sandy beach and the sea sparkles. Mermaids lay crookedly on it, as if they wanted to roast themselves.

Rogge struggled to suppress the smile that curled up at the corners of his mouth, because the scene in front of him reminded him of the dried fish hanging on the drying rack.

"Roger, look at the little baby in our tribe, isn't it beautiful?" Merkus held up the one-meter-long mermaid baby and showed it off proudly.

The skin of the baby mermaid is still rough, but it is as smooth as silk compared to the adult fish. The curves of her face are also softer, and her teeth are white and even.

Although the smile is still not pretty, at least it's not ugly. She is already the most beautiful in the Selki tribe, which is rich in ugly mermaids.

"There is progress, but there is still a little gap compared to the beauty of the sculpture." Rogge made a gesture, pinching his thumb and index finger together, leaving only a slight gap.

"The gap must exist, we all know it." Merkus was full of confidence, obviously not knowing that the gap could hold the Milky Way.

She continued: "But it won't be long, well... less than 100 years, we Selki mermaids will definitely be able to regain the beauty of our ancestors. By then, the mermaids in the Caribbean will not be as good as us."

"What a pity." She bent down and looked at Rogge with some teasing: "At that time, you will be an old man."

"My beard and eyebrows are completely white, so she is no longer on our mermaid candidate list."

Rogge rolled his eyes at her and reminded angrily: "I'm not here to hear you brag, I'm here to hear you sing."

"Tch, you can get it at your fingertips." Merkus cleared his throat and shouted: "Sisters, let us present the nightingale from the mermaid to our distinguished guests!"

Following Mercus' call, the mermaids stood up from the white beach. Some of them are so funny as mermaids that they even use a carp-like move: lifting and pressing their tails, they stand up easily.

"Are you ready?" Merkus asked her sisters. The mermaids nodded, their tails swaying slightly, adjusting their positions, ready to start the chorus.

"Then, let's get started." There was a hint of expectation and pride in Merkus's voice.

"My nightingale, little nightingale..."

The songs of the mermaids began immediately, like a real nightingale singing gracefully in the woods at night. It is a beautiful melody that transcends words. It is like a pearl in the deep sea, bright and pure.

Their singing penetrates the ears and reaches the soul, and every note can touch the softest part of the heart.

Rogge was fascinated by what he heard and felt as if he was in a dreamlike world. Everything around him became unimportant, only this song, this beautiful mermaid chorus.

As the singing gradually came to an end, he could not recover for a long time.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Rogge praised sincerely, "I think there is no more moving melody for this Christmas ball."

"Of course." Merkus proudly puffed out his chest and raised his fork and said, "We can sing at the dance and let you wizards appreciate what real music is."

"Uh..." Rogge's eyes swept across their faces. Not only were they disgusting, they were also extremely sinister. Sure enough, a mermaid cannot be judged by appearance, and a sparrow cannot be measured by foot.

He secretly thought that if the Selki tribe attended the party, Christmas Eve might become Halloween.

"Merkus, your suggestion is indeed very interesting." Rogge praised very much against his will, trying to sound sincere: "However, the Yule Ball is part of the Triwizard Tournament. You should not be in the second challenge. Did you just show up?"

"Ah? How did you know... Oh, I understand, it's the golden egg." A look of realization appeared on Merkus's face. She sighed helplessly and said regretfully: "If you hold a dance every year, Okay. If I missed this time, I don’t know when the next time will be.”

She immediately looked in the direction of the main building of the castle and calculated to herself: "The seventh grader is 17 years old, and it is very troublesome for wizards to get married. It will probably take more than ten years until the savior's child can enter school. In total, it will take... "Merkus, who was not good at arithmetic, started counting on his fingers.

"15 to 20." Rogge said casually.

"Yes, yes, that's the number." Merkus nodded quickly, with helplessness in his eyes.

Rogge stared at her, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, and asked: "So you mean, the Triwizard Tournament is held for Mr. Savior?"

"Ah?" Mercus's expression froze instantly. She shook her head hurriedly and hurriedly defended: "I didn't say that, please don't slander me!"

"Everyone just heard it." Rogge curled his lips, "You just lied to your most distinguished guest like this? Oh, I feel so sad to be lied to."

Merkus lowered his head in embarrassment, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Albus talked to me about the Triwizard Tournament a year ago. He has been busy with this matter throughout the summer vacation."

"Once, I saw him chatting with another wizard by the river, and it seemed that he had made some kind of bet."

Rogge pondered her words carefully and thought to himself: There are not many wizards in the wizarding world who can compete with the principal, and there happens to be one in Hogwarts: Grindelwald.

"What a pair of destined enemies." He murmured, and curiously inquired: "Aren't their four most important people going to be kidnapped by you? Tell me quickly, who are they?"

Mercus hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to be honest: "Furong's is her sister, and Madam Maxime will help kidnap her from France. As for Krum, there is no suitable target yet. We are considering whether to kidnap him Dance partner for the party.”

She paused and then said: "In addition, we originally planned to kidnap Cedric's girlfriend, Qiu Zhang. However, they had a falling out recently. We are still hesitating whether to kidnap his father. Digory It's the Head of the Ministry of Magic, which makes it very difficult for us."

"What about Harry? Ron or Sirius..."

"It's Sirius." Merkus observed Rogge's rapidly moving eyes and guessed that he was conceiving some bad idea.

Rogge smiled evilly and said faintly: "Actually, I know who the most important person in Klum is. He is Mr. Savior, Harry Potter."

"What?" Merkus was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly, "How is this possible? They have only met a few times!"

"For some people, one look at each other is worth thousands of companionships." Rogge's eyes showed a bit of cunning light, "Harry beat him in the secondary league, and Krum has a sympathy for him. Feelings."

Seeing Mercus' suspicious look, he continued to add: "I have evidence, and everyone in the castle knows it. On the first night when Durmstrang came as a guest, Krum invited Harry to board the ship for a visit. "

He deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of joking in his tone: "I heard that he didn't come home all night. Tsk tsk tsk... He didn't reject him that night; he hurt him that night." Rogge said, I can't help but sing it.

"It's useless to say this. We are just guards and do not participate in the decision of candidates. Even if what you say is true, as one of the warriors, Harry Potter cannot be kidnapped."

"What I mean is that you must strictly perform your duties as guardians." Rogge explained. He did not intend to break the rules, but to make them stronger.

"I'll contact Cedric to keep the peace with Cho Chang lately."

"Will he listen to you?"

"Of course." Rogge said confidently, "He has always suspected the relationship between Qiu Zhang and Harry. Isn't now a good opportunity to verify his suspicion?"

"If Cho Chang and Sirius were both underwater and Harry could only save one person. Wouldn't Cedric want to know who Harry would save?"

"Sirius!" Merkus answered for Harry in a firm voice.

"What if Sirius refuses?" Rogge asked, and Merkus had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"As Harry's godfather, Sirius was worried that his godson was not brave enough in love during the World Cup. Moreover, his strength is considered average in the wizarding world. I don't think you can easily trap him." Luo Gezhi With the pearl in hand, he continued: "If I write him another letter..."

"Even if that's true. But...but," Merkus had to admit that what he said made sense, but there were still unavoidable questions: "This is Harry's own decision. I think, with the guy named Qiu, Does Zhang’s witch have nothing to do with it at all?”

"It's not what you think or what I think, it's what Cedric thinks. He's so jealous that because Harry has a crush on Cho Chang, he can fall out with his girlfriend.

You said that if Harry rescued Cho Chang, he returned in vain. Hey, that's a hero saving a beauty. How could he not be jealous and hold a grudge? "

Merkus followed his logic and thought for a moment, and he could imagine a scalp-numbing scene.

What if that day, Sirius managed to break free and leave early. Of the three people left behind, the most important to Harry was naturally Cho Chang.

Even though she was illuminated by the blazing sunshine, she still couldn't help but shudder and looked at Rogge with slightly frightened eyes. All he needed to carry out such a plan was a few words and a letter.

Perhaps, there is no need to communicate with Sirius at all, the other party will take the initiative to act according to his expectations.

"Slytherin's wizards are really scary." Merkus took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "That's your wizard's business. We mermaids only act according to the rules."

"Yes, yes, this is what I want. According to the rules, one person can only save one person." He said, handing over a few gillweeds, "This is a magical Mediterranean plant that can make those who take it Grows temporary gills and webs."

"Merkus, don't believe in the strength of the so-called warriors. Neither you nor I want any accidents to happen." There was a hint of warning in his voice.

"I understand." Merkus nodded and put them away carefully.

She knew very well that even if death was allowed in the tournament, the wizards would never accept it easily.

Suppose that during the second challenge, the kidnapped person dies unexpectedly. The Ministry of Magic and wizards will not blame the so-called warriors, they will only blame them, the mermaids who abide by the rules.

At that time, Dumbledore, who had died as a student, would remain neutral at best and would not speak for a group of mermaids at all.

As the leader of the tribe, Merkus knew very well: It is better to believe that the bubbles on the water will not burst than to believe in the wizard's promises.

She took a deep breath and said seriously: "Don't worry, we will strictly abide by the rules of the game and ensure the safety of the hostages. No matter what, I don't want any accidents to happen in Black Lake."