Malfoy had never felt that weekends were so difficult to get through. Even if he deliberately stayed away to protect her in the month after school started, even if he had to restrain himself and try his best to ignore her sad look, she was still alive in front of him, in his eyes.

Within sight range, not like now.

This impostor had been clinging to him all day, especially after knowing that she was another person. He still had to pamper her as before, holding hands and hugging her as much as before, but this did nothing but make him feel sick.

Others, but he had to keep pretending.

Only his roommate Zabini could see how gloomy his face was when he returned to the dormitory that night. He was comparable to an evil ghost crawling out of hell, or even worse.

This also made Zabini, who had always talked a lot, swallow back everything he wanted to say for the first time, and just silently watched how his roommate and friend crazily smashed things and restored them with the repair spell, and kept repeating.

When Malfoy finally finished venting and Zabini was about to take a rest, the other party glanced at him with a terrifying look, and then put his wand directly against his chin, clearly threatening, "Brace, there are some

You don’t need me to remind you, you should be able to control your mouth."

Zabini had never seen this formation before, and he didn't look like he was joking at all. He just swallowed hard, and then hurriedly said, "I promise Merlin! I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything!

"

Malfoy then took back his wand and returned to his normal expression, "Remember your promise, Blaise, although we are friends, what does friendship mean to a Slytherin? Who should you compete with?"

We all understand."

Zabini laughed a few times and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course, I won't ruin our hard-won friendship because of this little thing. I hope we will still be friends twenty years from now."

However, Malfoy ignored it and went straight into the bathroom. He took out the well-preserved bracelet from his robe pocket, and his eyes became softer. He recalled all the big and small things he had done with her in the past.

Everything came to mind at once, he really missed her so much

Although Malfoy had a big headache because of "Hetty", Potter was even worse. After coming out of the three-life competition, Weasley can be said to be his good brother who shares life and death together, but no matter how he explains it,

But he just didn't trust him, and like other students, he questioned and made sarcastic remarks.

But fortunately Hermione was on his side. Potter was happy to have such a rational and wise friend, but at the same time he was extremely doubtful as to why she didn't feel the "Hetty" who was now staying with them.

Is it fake?

It stands to reason that they are sisters, and Hermione should be the first to notice it. However, the reality is completely the opposite. Facts have proved that to a certain extent, this impostor is indeed very powerful.

But the top priority now is to rescue the real Hetty. Although even the Gryffindor students are skeptical of him, for him, these are not as important as her coming.

Especially after knowing that the current "Hetty" was pretending, he became increasingly frustrated. He didn't even bother to inquire about or care about the events of the Triwizard Tournament. After all, even if he won the championship,

I can't get her back.

The day I had been waiting for day and night, the planned day finally came. Class time is always faster than leisurely weekends. After finishing the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, Potter quickly packed up his things and followed from a distance.

Fake Moody arrived on the third floor of the castle.

At this moment, Potter suddenly felt that it was a good thing that Weasley had misunderstood him, because at least he didn't have to find reasons to get rid of him, and it would be easier to move.

Arriving at the agreed place, Porter waited for a while before Longman arrived belatedly.

Potter looked around for a while to make sure there were no students left, then lowered his voice like a thief and asked, "I'm going to find Professor Moody now. Everything is going as planned. Do you want to make some preparations first?"

"Okay, Savior, don't be such a mother-in-law. After you go in, I will give you fifteen minutes. During this period, you'd better find the key. Then when I lure Moody away, your copying spell will come in handy.

"Langman urged impatiently, but his expression was rare and serious, which proved that he was also nervous.

Potter nodded and started to go over, but suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "By the way, why didn't you see Malfoy? He is not participating?"

"He?" Langman snorted disdainfully, and then mocked, "Of course he is with his current girlfriend. Maybe they are having a sweet time. Don't worry so much. You must get the key this time."

"Of course." Potter understood something immediately, and glanced at the other person again before walking towards the fake Moody's office, but couldn't help but smile bitterly. She had quite a few suitors, didn't she?

Porter had already arrived at the door of the office. He took a deep breath to calm down and tried to maintain a normal mind. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Several "dong dong dong" sounds were extremely abrupt in this quiet corridor, hitting his heart that was beating faster due to nervousness.

A few seconds passed, and the door opened from the inside. The fake Moody's scarred face clearly showed surprise. He put on an ugly smile and asked first, "Mr. Potter? What's the matter?"

"Sorry to disturb you, Professor Moody, I still have some things that I don't understand about the breaking spell that corresponds to the evil curse I just taught in class." Potter subconsciously touched his schoolbag, and he

My heart almost jumped out of my throat because of this twisted smile.

"Oh, I'm glad you are so studious, Mr. Potter. As a Gryffindor, it's hard to come in. I hope this little problem can be solved before dinner." Fake Moody said and took a step back.

, but his fake eye is still turning weirdly, as if it is looking for threats for its owner.

Potter quickly thanked him and followed in. When he came to this office again, he couldn't help but look at the closed door leading to another room. She might be there.

Longman, who was hiding in the dark, left immediately after confirming that Potter had entered. He went all the way to a corridor near the Charms classroom on the fourth floor of the castle, found a tapestry and entered a hidden passage directly behind it.

This passage that connects the Charms classroom and the prize display room is a well-known secret among students. Everyone will tacitly choose this shortcut in order not to be late for Charms class.

Longman quickened his pace. After class, he arranged for several of his followers to deliberately provoke Peeves. Since he wanted to cause chaos, how could he not include such a naughty creature? Besides, he went outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

He believed that Peeves would be happy to do something.

However, before he had gone a few feet, an uninvited visitor appeared.

Langman looked back with an irritated look at the girl behind him who kept calling his name. After seeing the person clearly, he still had no good expression. He even said sternly with some annoyance, "What's the matter, Miss Sharp?"

The girl's originally cheerful smile froze completely because of his sarcastic words. She seemed to be frightened and timidly whispered, "Hug, I'm sorry, I'm just."

She lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. She put her hands behind her back and was coy for a long time without saying anything. This made him even more unhappy. He simply said, "Miss Sharp, why don't you practice how to talk to others normally?"

This is a waste of my time." Then he left.

"Wait!" When the girl saw him turning around, she immediately called out to stop him, but he seemed not to have heard her and showed no intention of stopping. She was a little anxious and had no time to look around, so she quickly trotted over and followed him with one hand.

Up his sleeve.

Only then did Langman stop, turn around and throw away her hand mercilessly. His expression was also visibly bad. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Miss Sharp, you'd better give me a reasonable way to stop me."

explanation of."

The girl shrank for a moment, as if she was hesitant to speak. A few more seconds passed before she seemed to be ready. The hand behind her back suddenly stretched out. It was a light-colored envelope. She

His face suddenly turned red, "Can you please accept it?"

Langman's eyes fell on the letter, which had been wrinkled at one corner, and suddenly he gave a joking smile. He took it casually and opened it. Under her extremely expectant eyes, he glanced at the contents.

Then he raised his eyes to look at the girl who was already extremely shy and took a step forward to close the distance between them, "It turns out to be Miss Sharp's confession letter."

But in the next second, he had already taken out his wand, mercilessly crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it on the ground and attached a fire spell. He looked at her pale face, and his mood for being disturbed felt a little better.

, "This kind of boring thing wastes more of my time than yours."

After that, Langman left quickly without any hesitation, leaving the girl hiding her face and crying.

The small incident did not affect the plan too much. Langman successfully found a few followers who were struggling with Peeves. He directly threw a curse and successfully hit Peeves, who was laughing non-stop.

Ghost, then made a provocative gesture and ran towards the stairs.

Several of his followers also followed. According to the previous arrangement, almost wherever they passed by, they would be messed up. What happened was that at the stairway of the third floor, Peeves was hit by a water bomb.

He caught three Gryffindors passing by.

Langman quickly cast a knocking spell again, and then deliberately said with a gloating expression, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally injured a stupid lion, so it's okay."

So, a real melee began

Potter had found the hiding place of the key, under a pile of parchment on the fake Moody's desk, and just as he was pretending to practice the counter-curse, the noise outside the door became increasingly clear.

Of course Fake Moody also noticed it. Seeing that he was unmoved, Potter pretended to look out the door in confusion and deliberately said, "Professor, there seems to be some quarrel outside."

"Mr. Potter, please continue the exercise at hand." Fake Moody reminded, but he still limped and moved his legs to open the door. As a result, he ignored Potter and went out angrily.

Already.

Porter took advantage of this opportunity and skillfully copied a key as quickly as possible and put it in his pocket. Then, as if he couldn't help but watch the fun, he lay down by the door and peeked at what was going on outside.

Slytherin and Gryffindor, headed by Longman, were deducted 30 points each, and were scolded by the fake Moody. Peeves was also subdued to the ground and could not move, but soon

Quickly, he came back.

The fake Moody looked extremely annoyed. Potter immediately stopped pretending when he saw this. After casting the spell several times accurately, he came out safely. He felt for the hard-won key in his pocket, and there was a dangling key.
Chapter completed!