Chapter 255 The Turn of Things
After knowing that the thing he was going to face in this competition was a fire dragon, Harry couldn't wait for Hagrid and Ms. Maxim's chat to end, so he just put on the invisibility cloak and left the scene.
On his way back to the castle, he accidentally bumped into a sneaky figure.
Harry recognized Karkaroff through the light in the distance. He must have seen the two too obvious figures of Hagrid and Ms. Maxim from the boat on the Black Lake from a distance, so he sneaked around I came over to see what the two of them were doing.
Now, as long as Karkaroff looks for where the two tall figures are, he will, like Ms. Maxim, know what is waiting for the warrior.
As it stands, Cedric and John Kowalski are the only ones facing the unknown on Tuesday.
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"'Using magic to trim claws... a treatment for scale ulcers...' is useless. This is for those weirdos like Hagrid who want the fire dragon to become stronger..."
On the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in the corner of the library, Ron was scratching his head and flipping through the thick stack of books in front of him, mumbling.
Harry and Ron had never thought that they could be so diligent for a day, and they actually spent nearly a whole day in the library.
"'Dragons are extremely difficult to kill because their thick hides are permeated with ancient magic that only the most powerful spells can penetrate...' Whoever came up with this project went too far and asked you to face it Such a monster!"
While Hermione was reading the tome in her hand, she was complaining about Harry's injustice.
"These books are useless. I can't learn these spells in two days." Harry said, throwing aside the book called "The Man Who Loved Dragons". "I think we should try some simpler spell books. .”
He carried a large stack of spell books to the table and put them down, and began to read them one by one. Hermione kept mumbling next to him:
"Yes, there is also the conversion spell...but what's the use of conversion? Unless you convert the fire dragon's fangs into milk jelly beans or something to make it less dangerous..."
"Wake up, Hermione, even if the fire dragon has teeth made of milk fudge, it can easily crush Harry with its upper and lower jaws," Ron complained.
"How about transforming it? But you will definitely not succeed in transforming such a huge creature. I doubt even Professor McGonagall... Dumbledore will definitely be fine..."
"Or did you apply powerful spells on yourself to increase your strength? But no matter how powerful you are, you can't deal with the fire dragon, right? Besides, we haven't learned them before. I only learned about them when I was doing the practice questions for the ordinary wizard level exam..."
"Hermione," Harry said through gritted teeth, "please, can you be quiet for a moment? I need to concentrate."
Hermione stopped talking, but Harry felt that his head was filled with a hollow buzzing, and there seemed to be no space for him to concentrate on his thoughts.
He stared desperately at the index of "Basic Magic Spells for Dealing with Hyperactive and Irritated Animals" in front of him, his thoughts wandering to nowhere.
For a whole day, Harry, Hermione and Ron could not think of any effective method that would allow Harry to learn it quickly.
By the time they left the library listlessly, Harry felt like he was losing hope in the game.
"Harry, I don't think there is a quick fix within three days..." Ron looked at Harry with twinkling eyes and whispered, "Otherwise...it would actually be a good idea to wait for Professor Dracula to save you. choose."
"We haven't officially faced the fire dragon yet, how could Harry just give up?!" Hermione glared at Ron fiercely and said loudly, "As long as the game doesn't really start, we all still have a glimmer of hope. It's better than directly It’s much better to give up!”
"It's okay, Ron, I'll think about it again." Harry shook his head slightly, "I still want to try again, what if I really can find a way?"
Ron sighed and said nothing more.
At this moment, Harry suddenly saw a tall figure walking out from the other side of the library.
He was surrounded by many young wizards from Hogwarts, especially the Hufflepuff badgers with yellow collars. They were all cheering for the figure.
"Oh, why are the treatment of Digory and you so different for both being warriors?" Ron glanced over and muttered dissatisfied, "I'm telling you, Harry, you must defeat him when the time comes... …Wait, where are you going?”
Ron saw that Harry walked straight towards Cedric after hesitating for a moment.
"You...you don't want to..." He grabbed Harry's arm in disbelief and asked.
"It's okay, Ron," Harry shook his head at Ron, "I just wanted to bring the five warriors to a fair position."
"Have you really decided?" Hermione pursed her lips and looked at him with a somewhat relieved and hesitant expression.
"Well, I've decided."
Harry nodded heavily, as if he was convincing his two friends, or himself, and then said: "Ms. Maxim will definitely tell her students about the fire dragon. I also saw Karkaroff He secretly went to the Forbidden Forest that night, and Krum must have known about the competition..."
"Yes, the two of them are not convinced that two warriors have appeared in Hogwarts. They definitely won't care about cheating like revealing game information." Hermione nodded.
"Yes, that is to say... now only Cedric and Inferno's Kowalski don't know what they will face." Harry said, "Cedric is the one chosen by the Goblet of Fire. The warrior of Gwarts should not be separated by the warriors of other schools because of unfair things."
"What about Kowalski? What are you going to do?" Ron asked.
"Kowalski and Rove seem to be cousins. I will tell Rove about this and ask him to pass it on to Kowalski." Harry said thoughtfully, "If everyone knows, then that's it. Let’s make the game fair again.”
Then, he said goodbye to Hermione and Ron, and walked straight towards Cedric, who was surrounded by the crowd.
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As Harry wished, with only three days left before the start of the competition, all the warriors knew what they would face.
Harry still clearly remembered Cedric's disbelief when he got his tip, as if he didn't expect that anyone would be willing to help his opponent.
"You're so stupid, really." Ron commented, "You haven't figured out how to deal with the fire dragon, and you actually told your competitors about the content of the competition... If you didn't do this, you might be able to get it The result is third place.”
"But Harry did the right thing." Hermione's eyes were misty and she said with emotion, "If he got a higher score by relying on these improper information, according to Harry's character, he would feel guilty. Long-term."
"I know it too, it's just what you say..." Ron muttered.
"Think of something good. In fact, what Harry did is also beneficial." Hermione whispered, "Professor Dracula somehow learned about Harry's approach of telling others about the competition items, and praised him for doing something Something to do in style.”
"Really?" Harry turned his head and asked in surprise.
To be praised by Professor Dracula, whom he most admires, at least his actions are meaningful.
"It must be true. With Professor Dracula's style, he might be hiding somewhere to secretly have fun on us!" Ron complained, "And among them, Cedric is his favorite student, and the professor must appreciate it." This is what Harry did..."
He looked at Hermione and said: "Now that we don't want to give up the praise, is there any actual reward...for example, Professor Dracula gives Harry a way to deal with the fire dragon?"
"Stop daydreaming, Ron. Professors cannot directly help the participating warriors. This is a rule of the Four Wizards Tournament!" Hermione emphasized.
"I haven't seen Principals Maxim and Karkaroff have any idea of abiding by this rule..." Ron muttered.
"Don't say that. In fact, we still gained something." Hermione touched the note in her pocket and said in a low voice, "Professor Dracula signed a note for me, allowing me to check the library. It’s a book in the restricted area.”
"This is great!" Harry felt a burst of joy. "We have almost read through the books about fire dragons in the usual borrowing area. If we can borrow books from the restricted book area, we may be able to find a better way. "
At this time, they had just finished their herbal medicine class and were walking on the road between the northeast direction of the castle and the castle gate.
The three of them walked in a hurry, trying to finish their dinner in the auditorium and then go to the restricted area of the library to check out more information for Harry.
However, things didn't go as expected. When they reached the gate, they found that the gate was blocked by a group of people.
"One by one! Wash yourself before entering the castle!" The annoyed voice of the gatekeeper Argus Filch came from the door. "Look at your image, you are simply showing off in front of other schools." Shame on Gwartz!”
The three Harrys got closer and saw a group of little wizards covered in mud, each holding a broom, angrily confronting Filch.
"How do you want us to clean up outside the castle? Should we take a bath in the Black Lake in December?" shouted a leading Slytherin student.
"I don't care how you clean it up. VIPs from other schools are in the auditorium, and other professors will not allow you to smear the image of Hogwarts!" Filch yelled with a hideous smile.
"Then let's wait here for Professor Snape to come and pick us up. He will definitely let us in!" the leader of the little Slytherin wizard said angrily.
"Maybe other professors came first? They certainly won't mind confining you for a few days. The bathroom on the third floor happened to be uncleaned." Filch grinned and said, "You deserve it, Dumbledore. The principal has already announced that the Quidditch match has been suspended, but he actually secretly went outside to play..."
"It's just that the game has been stopped. Principal Dumbledore never said he wouldn't let us play Quidditch by ourselves!" A young wizard shouted unconvinced.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood there and watched for a while, roughly figuring out what was going on.
Several little Slytherin wizards took advantage of the fact that they had no classes in the afternoon and went to the lake to play Quidditch. Then they were splashed with mud on the lake shore, so they were stopped by Filch on the grounds of damaging the image of Hogwarts. Outside the castle gate.
"It probably has nothing to do with us." Hermione said quickly, "Let's go to the library quickly, there isn't much time left."
Harry nodded, and together with Ron, she squeezed through the crowd in front, trying to get in next to Filch.
However, Filch didn't want to let them in. When he saw Harry squeezing in from the crowd, he decisively turned the gun.
"And you! I remember you, Harry Potter. You used to come home covered in mud all day long, and I don't know how much workload it added to me." Filch pointed at Harry and said, "Who knows if you have any How about secretly going to play ball with them?"
"There's no way I'm going to play Quidditch with people from Slytherin!" Harry was suddenly stopped and said angrily.
"Yeah, look, there's no mud on us. This won't affect the image of Hogwarts, right?" Ron agreed.
However, before he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
They had just finished herbal medicine class, and their bodies were covered in mud from Greenhouse No. 3. They were no better than the little wizards who went to the lake to play Quidditch.
"Mr. Filch, I'm really sorry, but we do have an emergency right now." Seeing that something was wrong, Hermione quickly took over and said, "Harry will participate in the competition tomorrow, and he needs to prepare a lot of things."
However, Filch didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he rejected them with a cold face.
"No way! Can the Warriors discredit the image of Hogwarts?" He sneered, "I only know how to play weird sports like Quidditch all day long, but I don't know how to attend class honestly."
"What's the use of Quidditch? Can you win the Four-wizard Tournament on a broomstick?" Filch still blocked the door forcefully, giving them no chance to enter the castle.
His words directly offended most of the people present. Harry rarely united with the Slytherin students to refute Filch and safeguard the status of Quidditch.
However, just as Harry was about to speak, his arm was grabbed by Ron.
"Harry, wait a minute, I think I've figured out a way..." Ron stared, his eyes seemed to be shining.
He dragged Harry behind him and rushed forward, knocking Filch aside.
"Don't worry about Filch, Harry, come with me!" Ron kicked the door open and shouted, "Hermione, throw away the note in your pocket, we all have complicated thoughts. Got it!"
"Actually, we don't need to go to the library at all!"
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