Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Knowing that the thing he was going to face in this match was a fire dragon, Harry couldn't wait for the chat between Hagrid and Ms. Maxime to end, so he left the scene wearing the invisibility cloak.

On the way back to the castle, he accidentally ran into a sneaky figure.

Harry recognized Karkaroff by the light in the distance. He must have seen the too obvious figures of Hagrid and Ms. Maxim from the boat on the Black Lake from a distance, so he sneaked away Came over to see what the two of them were doing.

Now, as long as Karkaroff looks for the place where the two tall figures are, he will also know what awaits the warrior just like Ms. Maxim.

As it stands, the only people facing the unknown on Tuesday are Cedric and John Kowalski.

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"'Magical trimming of claws...remedy for scale rot...' doesn't work, it's for weirdos like Hagrid who want dragons to get stronger..."

On the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in the corner of the library, Ron scratched his head and flipped through the thick stack of books in front of him, muttering.

Both Harry and Ron never thought that they could have such a hardworking day, and they spent almost a whole day in the library.

"'Dragons are extremely difficult to kill, for their thick hide is impregnated with ancient magic, which only the strongest spells can pierce through...' Whoever came up with this project is too much for you to face Such a monster!"

Hermione was fighting for Harry while reading the tome in her hand.

"These books are useless, and I won't be able to learn these spells in two days," said Harry, throwing aside the book called The Dragon Lover. "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 flip through one by one. Hermione kept muttering next to him:

"By the way, there is also the conversion spell...but what's the use of conversion? Unless you convert the dragon's fangs into fudge or something, making it less dangerous..."

"Wake up, Hermione, even a dragon with teeth made of fudge can easily crush Harry with its upper and lower jaws," Ron complained.

"How about transforming it? But transforming such a behemoth, you will definitely not succeed. I doubt even Professor McGonagall... Dumbledore must be fine..."

"Or you put a powerful spell on yourself to increase your strength? But no amount of strength can deal with a fire dragon, right? Besides, we haven't learned it. I only learned about them when I was doing the practice questions of the ordinary wizard level exam..."

"Hermione," Harry said through gritted teeth, "please, can you be quiet for a moment? I need to concentrate."

Hermione fell silent, but Harris felt a hollow hum in his head, and there seemed to be no room for him to concentrate.

He stared hopelessly at the index of "Basic Charms for Hyperactive and Restless Animals" in front of him, his thoughts wandering somewhere.

For a whole day, Harry, Hermione, and Ron couldn't think of any effective method that Harry could learn quickly.

By the time they left the library listlessly, Harry felt like he was about to lose hope for the match.

"Harry, I don't think there is a quick way to do it within three days..." Ron looked at Harry with flickering eyes, and whispered, "Otherwise... it's actually a good idea to wait for Professor Dracula to save you." choose."

"Haven't officially faced the fire dragon yet, how could Harry just give up like this?!" Hermione gave Ron a vicious look and said loudly, "As long as the match hasn't really started, we all have a glimmer of hope, it's better than directly Much better to give up!"

"It's okay, Ron, I'll think about it again." Harry shook his head lightly, "I always want to try again, what if I can find a solution?"

Ron sighed and said nothing more.

At this moment, Harry suddenly saw a tall and straight figure coming out from the other side of the library.

He was surrounded by many little wizards from Hogwarts, especially Hufflepuff badgers with yellow collars. They were all cheering for the figure.

"Oh, why is Digory treated so differently from you as both warriors?" Ron glanced over there and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm telling you, Harry, you must defeat him when the time comes... Wait, where are you going?"

Ron saw Harry go straight to 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 want to bring the five warriors to a fair place."

"Have you really decided?" Hermione pursed her lips, looking at him with a somewhat relieved and hesitant expression.

"Well, I've decided."

Harry nodded emphatically, as if he was convincing his two friends, or himself, and then said: "Ms. Maxim will definitely tell her students about the fire dragon, and I also saw that Karkaroff I sneaked into the Forbidden Forest that night, and Krum must have known about the competition..."

"Yeah, the two of them are not convinced that there are two warriors in Hogwarts, and they definitely don't care about cheating like disclosing the match information." Hermione nodded.

"Yes, that is to say... now only Cedric and Kowalski of Ilvermorny don't know what they will face." Harry said, "Cedric is the Honolulu chosen by the Goblet of Fire." Gwartz's warrior, he doesn't deserve to be separated by other school's warriors because of injustice."

"What about Kowalski? What are you going to do?" Ron asked.

"Kowalski and Rove seem to be cousins. I will tell Rove about it and ask him to pass it on to Kowalski." Harry said thoughtfully, "If everyone knows, then Let's make the game fair again."

Then, he bid farewell to Hermione and Ron, and walked straight to Cedric surrounded by the crowd.

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As Harry wished, with only three days left before the start of the game, all the warriors knew what they were going to face.

Harry also vividly remembered Cedric's disbelief when he had been prompted, as if he hadn't expected anyone to be willing to help his opponent.

"You are so stupid, really." Ron commented, "I haven't figured out a way to deal with the fire dragon yet, and I told my competitors the content of the competition first... If you don't do this, maybe you can get it." What about the No.3 result?"

"But Harry is right." Hermione's eyes were foggy, and she said with emotion, "If he got a higher score by relying on these improper information, according to Harry's personality, he will feel guilty. Long-term."

"I know, too, it's just saying that..." Ron muttered.

"Think about it. In fact, Harry's approach is also beneficial." Hermione said in a low voice, "Professor Dracula somehow learned of Harry's practice of telling other people about the competition, and praised him for doing something." Graceful things."

"Really?" Harry asked in surprise, turning his head.

To be praised by his most admired Professor Dracula, at least his actions are meaningful.

"It must be true. With the style of Professor Dracula, he might hide somewhere and secretly have fun on us!" Ron complained, "And among them, Cedric is his favorite student, and the professor must appreciate it." What Harry did..."

He looked at Hermione and said, "Now we don't lack verbal praise, do we have any practical rewards... For example, Professor Dracula gave Harry a way to deal with dragons?"

"Stop daydreaming, Ron, the professors cannot directly help the participating warriors, this is the rule of the Final Four!" Hermione emphasized.

"I also don't see that the two principals, Maxim and Karkaroff, have the idea of ​​complying with this regulation..." Ron muttered.

"Don't say that, in fact, we still have something to gain." 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. Books in the Restricted Section."

"This is great!" Harry felt a burst of joy, "We have almost read the books about dragons in the usual borrowing area. If we can borrow the books in the restricted area, maybe we can find a better way." .”

At this time, they had just finished herbal medicine class and were walking on the road between the northeast direction of the castle and the castle gate.

The three of Harry walked in a hurry, trying to race against time to finish dinner in the auditorium, and then seize the time to go to the restricted section of the library to look up more materials for Harry.

However, things did not go as planned, and when they reached the gate, they found that the gate was blocked by a group of people.

"One by one! Clean yourself before entering the castle!" came the annoyed voice of the gatekeeper, Argus Filch, "Look at your appearance. Shame on Gewartz!"

The three of Harry got closer, and saw a group of young wizards covered in mud, each holding a broom, confronting Filch angrily.

"How do you want us to wash up outside the castle? To take a bath in the Black Lake in December weather?" shouted a leading Slytherin student.

"I don't care how you clean it up. VIPs from other schools are guests in the auditorium, and other professors will not allow you to tarnish the image of Hogwarts!" Filch yelled with a grin.

"Then we'll wait here until Professor Snape comes to pick us up, and he will definitely let us in!" the leader of the little Slytherin wizard said angrily.

"Maybe the other professors came first? They certainly don't mind locking you up for a few days, and the bathroom on the third floor just hasn't been cleaned." Filch grinned, "You deserve it, Dumbledore The headmaster has announced that the Quidditch match has been suspended, and he secretly went outside to play ball..."

"It's just that the game has stopped. Principal Dumbledore never said that we would not let us play Quidditch by ourselves!" A young wizard shouted dissatisfied.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood there watching for a while, trying to sort out what was going on.

A few little Slytherin wizards went to the lake to play Quidditch by themselves while there was no class in the afternoon, and then they were splashed all over by the mud on the lakeshore, so they were stopped by Filch on the grounds that they would damage the image of Hogwarts outside the gates of the castle.

"It should have nothing to do with us." Hermione said quickly, "Let's go to the library quickly, there is not much time left."

Harry nodded, and together with Ron, she pushed through the crowd in front of her, trying to get in beside Filch.

However, Filch didn't want to let them in. Seeing Harry squeezed in from the crowd, he decisively turned his gun.

"And you! I remember you, Harry Potter. I used to come back with mud all day long, and I don't know how much it added to my workload." Filch pointed to Harry and said, "Who knows if you How about sneaking out to play ball with them?"

"It's impossible for me to play Quidditch with the Slytherins!" Harry said angrily when he was suddenly stopped.

"Yeah, you see we don't have any mud on our bodies, won't this affect the image of Hogwarts?" Ron also echoed.

However, before he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

They had just finished herbal medicine class, and they were covered in dirt from Greenhouse No. [-], and they were no better than those little wizards who went to play Quidditch by the lake.

"Mr. Filch, I'm really sorry, but we do have urgent matters now." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Hermione quickly took over the conversation and said, "Harry is going to participate in the competition tomorrow, and he needs to prepare a lot of things."

However, Filch didn't appreciate it at all, but rejected them with a cold face.

"No way! Can the warriors tarnish the image of Hogwarts?" He sneered, "I know how to play Quidditch all day long, but I don't know how to take classes honestly."

"What's the use of Quidditch? Can you win the Final Four on a broomstick?" Filch still firmly blocked the door, refusing to give them any chance to enter the castle.

His words directly offended most of the people present. It was rare for Harry to unite with the Slytherin students in order to refute Filch and maintain the status of Quidditch.

But just as Harry was about to speak, Ron grabbed his arm.

"Harry, wait a minute, I seem to have figured out a way..." Ron stared, his eyes seemed to be shining.

He pulled Harry behind his back and lunged forward, knocking Filch out of the way.

"Forget about Filch, Harry, come with me!" Ron kicked open the door and yelled, "Hermione, throw the note in your pocket, we all want to be complicated." Already!"

"Actually, we don't need to go to the library at all!"

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