On Sunday morning, while Harry was half asleep, he felt his ears itching.

One is with a numbing pain, and the other is with a slippery and moist feeling.

He opened his eyes and saw that Astoria and the little cutie were licking his ears.

The little cutie squatted next to the pillow and seemed to think that Harry's ears were a delicious thing. Astoria must have found this thing very interesting, so she followed the same example and leaned over on the other side of Harry.

Harry held his earlobe in his mouth and bit it.

Angry, Harry turned over and pressed Astoria down: "How should I punish you for disturbing others' sleep so early in the morning?"

The little cutie stretched out his cat paw and scratched his head, wondering why the owner didn't play with me?

Astoria was not afraid at all, she smiled, raised her neck and pouted her mouth, convinced that Harry would not punish her.

"Okay, that's it," Harry said, then lowered his head and kissed Astoria's pink lips.

By the time Harry and Astoria went out, her lips were red and swollen.

Their beautiful ghost cook Helena, who works hard without asking for anything in return, is bringing the prepared breakfast to the table.

She smiled and said: "Today's breakfast is a combination of Chinese and Western."

Astoria looked curiously at the food on the table that she had never seen before.

Helena said: "This is eight-treasure porridge, these are steamed buns, as well as egg tarts, milk-flavored bread slices, and buttered toast and fried eggs."

"How do you like the Xiao Long Bao? If you like the taste, I will make soup dumplings tomorrow."

Astoria picked up a Xiao Long Bao and took a small bite. Her eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, this Xiao Long Bao is so delicious."

"What does it smell like?" Hermione and Zhang Qiu had already dressed and walked out of the room.

Zhang Qiu's eyes lit up. She hadn't had breakfast like this for a long time.

Although Zhang Qiu and Hermione couldn't wait, they still went to wash up first.

…

After breakfast, Harry suggested going for a walk outside.

"Why, it just rained yesterday and it's very cold today." Hermione said.

Harry said word by word: "The evil fire I woke up in the morning hasn't gone away yet. Can you help me?"

Zhang Qiu looked down at Harry and his face turned red.

Hermione felt that this place was so unsafe, and she stammered: "Okay, let's go down quickly."

Soon, they walked to the lawn extending towards the lake. Durmstrang's huge ship was moored on the lake, casting a dark reflection in the water.

It was indeed a cold morning, especially the chill beside the lake. After a while, the temperature in Harry's heart dropped.

They stopped by to see Hagrid.

Hagrid's hut has been rebuilt. It used to be a low and dilapidated small house with only one room. Although the house is not perfect now, it is much better than before. The appearance is clean and tidy, and it exudes a kind of new wood.

taste.

The area has doubled, with two houses, and the height of the roof has been raised, so Hagrid doesn't have to worry about being unable to straighten up in the house.

When Hagrid saw Harry, his dark eyes were full of worry: "You are only fourteen years old, how could you..."

If others don't know what the competition is about, doesn't he know? It's facing the dragon. If something unexpected happens...

He thought for a while and said: "Harry, you know..."

His mouth suddenly closed tightly, and it was obvious that this was out of his control.

After a while, Hagrid returned to normal. He smiled helplessly: "These are all your stupid suggestions. I can't tell you what the competition will be like."

Harry said: "At least you have some confidence in me. Everyone is the same anyway."

…

Hufflepuff House and Gryffindor House have always gotten along very well, but recently they have become a little cold.

They stubbornly believed that Harry should not be selected as a warrior, otherwise the halo would be all on their Hufflepuff warriors.

However, only their house thought so. Even the students of Slytherin believed that Cedric Diggory had robbed Harry of some of his glory and was a flaw in the crown.

Ah, why did Slytherin's attitude towards Harry change?

It's not surprising, when Voldemort's death made headlines around the world, when all the hidden Death Eaters and other dark wizards quickly disappeared, when their parents who were once Death Eaters and later joined the Ministry of Magic were dismissed by Minister Dumbledore

After being given a stern warning, they became much more honest.

Even their parents warned them repeatedly not to treat Muggle wizards so poorly in school, because times have changed, and the ancient pure-blood family can only be used as a bright title, without any real effect.

.

Presumably when their parents said these words, they must have been filled with tears of sadness and cursed "old thief Dumbledore" at the same time.

The days passed day by day.

One afternoon during Potions class, Harry used the Half-Blood Prince's note-taking method as usual and made Professor Snape's potion as quickly as possible.

Harry deliberately raised his hand and said, "Professor, I've already done it. Come and see if it's right."

Others in the classroom looked at Harry with envy, and then looked at the strange thing in their crucible, with tears streaming down their faces. Neville also accidentally dropped a sulfur stone into the crucible, and the potion inside exploded.

Snape first glared at Neville, deducted twenty points from Gryffindor, and then moved to Harry's side with great reluctance.

Lying quietly in the pot is a clear and transparent potion with a suitable concentration, and small magical stars splash out from the pot.

This is a flawless finished product.

Snape said in disgust: "I'll barely pass, but..."

"I see that your technique of mixing potions is quite good."

Harry was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Snape to be thick-skinned than him.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the underground classroom.

It was Colin Creevey, Harry's little fanboy. He ducked into the classroom cautiously, smiled at Harry, and then walked towards Snape's podium at the front of the classroom.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm here to tell Harry Potter to come upstairs." Colin Creevey said fearfully.

Snape lowered his eyes from his aquiline nose to look at Colin: "Potter has another hour of Potions class. He will go upstairs after class."

Colin Creevey said uneasily: "Professor, it was Mr. Bagman who asked him to go. All the warriors have arrived except Harry Potter."

Snape said sternly: "Why is it so urgent? Can't we wait for a while?"

Colin Creevey said: "It seems that the Daily Prophet is waiting for Porter to take a photo and publish it in the newspaper."

Snape sneered: "It seems that my guess is correct. Everyone is paying attention to this competition, and you, Harry Potter, are so famous. If the Daily Prophet doesn't publish an article about your participation,

Competition, I would really be surprised. Okay, Potter, you can show off again..."

Harry completely took Snape's words as a compliment, and he said calmly: "Of course, I am the protagonist, and I want to take a perfect photo from the best angle. Professor, would you like to give you a copy of tomorrow's "

Daily Prophet? With my autograph."

Hermione lowered her head to prevent Professor Snape from seeing her uncontrollable smile.

Snape's face turned livid and he yelled: "Get out and take your picture!"
Chapter completed!