Reborn Harry Potter

"In the Ministry of Magic earlier, I saw our Minister of Propaganda, and he was also arranging for a few old reporters. It seemed that there was something important for them to prepare for an interview. I felt that what Mrs. Weasley said might be the same as that incident. That's right," Hermione said.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said: "Listen to what they mean, everything will be known at Hogwarts."

Harry said, "It's just the Goblet of Fire."

Apparently, Harry was the only one who felt that the Goblet of Fire was "nothing more than...".

Even Zhang Qiu was shocked when he heard the Goblet of Fire.

Hermione even said directly: "Harry, that's the Goblet of Fire competition! Can you stop being so casual?"

Harry cooperated very well and gave a very shocked expression: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!"

"Oh my god! The Goblet of Fire is going to be held again! I'm so shocked! ⊙o⊙!"

Zhang Qiu: "..."

Hermione rubbed her forehead with her hand, and said weakly, "Forget it, Harry, you should stop acting with me."

Astoria asked, "Sister Hermione, what is the Goblet of Fire?"

Miss Knowles likes people to ask her questions the most, and she was about to say, "Goblet of Fire..."

"Beep." The conductor whistled.

The door is closed.

The train engine starts.

The train started.

Hermione fell into Harry's arms, just as she had done three years ago.

But Harry was full of emotions in his heart. Some places really changed and could never come back.

Hermione stood up blushing, gave Harry a wary look, pulled Astoria to the side bench and sat down, and said, "Let me tell you about the Goblet of Fire slowly. "

Harry and Zhang Qiu sat on the other side.

Dense bean raindrops began to crackle on the glass window, the scene moved back, and everything outside the window became blurred.

Hermione's clear and sweet voice seemed to be telling a story...

"The Goblet of Fire competition, also known as the Triwizard Tournament, was founded about 700 years ago. It is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in the wizarding world. These three schools are Hogwarts Ci, Beauxbaton School of Magic and Durmstrang School of Magic. Each school chooses a warrior, and then competes in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it."

Astoria said: "But why have I never heard of it, and sisters, you seem to be surprised that the Triwizard Tournament is about to start."

Hermione said: "That's because too many people died after participating in this competition, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. It has been hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, the International Federation of Wizards has almost The first time I tried to revive the Triwizard Tournament, but I didn't find a good time."

"It seems that they think now is a good opportunity." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Is the Triwizard Tournament great? I mean, which one is more popular than the Quidditch match we went to see last week?" Astoria asked.

Hermione said: "How can this be compared? Quidditch is like a World Cup game called football in the Muggle world, and the Triwizard Tournament is equivalent to the Olympic Games for Muggles. If I personally prefer which one? If so, it should be the Triwizard Tournament, because it is more interesting, and it will last almost a year..."

While talking, Hermione's complexion changed, and she said anxiously: "In this way, it means I won't be able to study hard this year?"

"Hermione, this is a magic school, so don't learn physical chemistry like a Muggle school..." Harry said.

The train kept going north, the rain was getting heavier and harder, the sky was dark, and there were occasional lightning strikes, and the windows were covered with water vapor, so the trains were lit up with white lights in broad daylight.

The wind blew violently, and the glass shook and rattled.

"There's a hint of coldness." Zhang Qiu shivered as he was blown by a gust of cold wind.

Harry used magic to conjure two large quilts, one for him and Zhang Qiu, and one for Hermione and Astoria to cover him.

Zhang Qiu leaned against the window, stretched out a white and tender finger, and drew circles on the glass.

Suddenly, her little hand froze, and then it slid down feebly, the water on the glass was smeared.

Then she lowered her head stubbornly, biting her lip, her pretty white face was covered by her bright black hair.

Zhang Qiu tightly clenched his hands into fists, and pressed them on the quilt indistinctly, trying to stop a certain pair of nimble hands under the quilt.

Harry pressed his chin on Zhang Qiu's soft hair, and smelled the fragrance of shampoo, he smiled and said: "Zhang Qiu, I found that what you said is right, the journey is indeed very "interesting"... "

Zhang Qiu lowered his head shyly, and let out a soft "um..." sound from his nose.

Astoria stared curiously at the movement under the quilt, wondering if his brother and sister were playing a game of guessing fist?

……

"Gulu Gulu...".

The lunch witch came pushing down the aisle in a trolley, and Harry bought some of the best he thought he could handle for everyone to share.

For the rest of the journey, Hermione kept looking at Harry with a disdainful expression, and wrinkled her pretty little nose and made a vicious gesture at Harry.

"(*??w??)??╰ひ╯"

Harry: "..."

When the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station, Hermione hurriedly pulled Zhang Qiu aside, tidied up Zhang Qiu's messy clothes, and pointed to Harry. , whispering something in Zhang Qiu's ear.

Looking at it like that, he must have said something bad.

The train doors opened, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air.

Harry and the others got off the train, bowed their heads in the pouring rain, and walked forward with heavy feet.The rain was falling fast and hard. Hermione wrapped the two cats in her cloak, hugging Crookshanks on the left and the cutie on the right. In fact, they were covered in a magic ball by Harry, so they couldn't get out of the rain at all. Looking at the torrential rain that is close at hand and covering the sight, there is always a feeling that the rain has already splashed on the body.

A huge familiar figure stood on the other side of the platform, holding a lantern and shouting something.

"Hagrid..." Harry called.

Hagrid waved his big arms and shouted happily: "Harry, see you later at the banquet..."

According to the usual practice, Hagrid led the first-year students to take a boat across the lake and enter Hogwarts Castle.

Looking at the water in the Black Lake, Zhang Qiu said, "In such a bad weather, taking a ferry across the river, many new students may worry that the water in the Black Lake will swallow them up..."

Harry and the others walked at the forefront of the crowd, passing through the dark platform.Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for them.

Hermione hopped on one of them, feeling relieved.

After the door of the carriage was closed, following a violent jolt, the long carriage set off along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.

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