Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

The rain outside the car window was getting heavier, and the raindrops hitting the window glass made a "tapping" sound.

Harry talked about the scar on his forehead that had been hurting during the summer vacation. Hermione and Ron were both very nervous, and Aris looked at Harry meaningfully.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry said a little unnaturally.

"I'm afraid it's not just your scar that's hurting you," Aeris said. "You're also having nightmares, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Harry heavily, "In the dream, my perspective was strange. I could see... Wormtail..."

"Do you think," Aeris said thoughtfully, "that Wormtail has found a weakened Voldemort?"

Hermione and Ron gasped and looked at Harry in horror. "Are you all thinking about my funeral?" Harry said unhappily. "I'm still alive and well. Don't look at me like that, okay?"

Aeris brewed for a while, and blew out a cloud of smoke from his mouth. An image appeared in the smoke. Aeris said seriously: "As you know, I inherited some of my grandfather's gift of prophecy. These are some images that appeared in my mind..."

The image in the smoke was a little blurry, but one could still make out the clues: an old man seemed to be eavesdropping outside the door, the door suddenly opened, Wormtail, or rather Peter Pettigrew, greeted with a fake smile, he suddenly stepped aside, someone behind him raised his wand, a green light flashed, and the picture stopped abruptly.

Aeris waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and looked at Harry, who was looking at Aeris in disbelief.

"I...I...I dreamt about these too..." Harry said dryly.

The door to the compartment was pulled open and Neville walked in, greeting everyone. Aeris waved his wand and a comfortable armchair appeared out of thin air.

"Sit down, Neville!" said Aeris.

"Thank you," Neville said. "What were you talking about? The Quidditch World Cup? My grandmother doesn't like Quidditch, but I'd actually like to go and see it..."

"Not going is not a bad thing, Neville," Aerys said unhappily, "especially after those Death Eaters came out to make their presence felt, ordinary people were used for fun, wizards fled in panic, thousands of people were frightened by dozens of people and dared not resist. This is ridiculous, and there is also the Dark Mark..."

The compartment door was opened again. Dean and Seamus came over to "visit" because they were bored in the carriage.

"Talking about the Dark Mark?" Dean said.

"I saw a giant flaming bird tear the Dark Mark apart. That was really cool!" Seamus also said.

"Do you know who made that big bird?" Ron said proudly. Dean, Seamus and Neville all looked at Ron in disbelief. Dean said in disbelief, "You made it?"

"Of course not," Ron said, looking at Dean and Seamus's disdainful expressions, and then said, "It was Aeris who did it. That's the Vulcan spell, Professor Dumbledore's famous skill!"

Neville, Dean, and Seamus all looked at Aeris in admiration. Seamus said, "That's awesome, man! Can we teach this at this year's defense team gathering?"

"Of course!" Aeris said helplessly, "But the Vulcan Charm is a more advanced magic than the Patronus Charm. I doubt whether people can persist in it."

Last school year, almost the entire school year was spent practicing the Patronus Charm. Many students felt bored, and Professor Remus Lupin of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was an excellent teacher. So after Christmas, very few people came to the defense team gathering.

Dean and Seamus smiled awkwardly, chatted with everyone for a while, and then left.

Neville had no intention of leaving, so Edwards, Harry, Hermione and Ron no longer had the heart to discuss Voldemort. The witch selling snacks came over, and several people bought some snacks. They enjoyed the snacks while chatting.

Ron took out the Quidditch World Cup peripherals from his suitcase. He treasured a small action figure of Viktor Krum.

Neville's eyes were full of stars as he looked at the Krum figurine strolling alone. At this moment, the compartment door was opened again and Draco walked in swaggeringly.

"Grindelwald, Potter," Draco said casually, "I heard that you were almost arrested by old Crouch from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Drago, don't tell me your dad is among those Death Eaters!" said Harry teasingly.

Draco's expression fell, and he said angrily: "Don't spit bloody words at me, Potter! Did you see what happened?"

Aris said: "Okay, okay, no matter what Mr. Malfoy does, Drago is always our friend."

"Hmph!" Draco snorted arrogantly, and suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw a lace sleeve sticking out of Ron's suitcase. Ron hurriedly tried to close the suitcase, but was still a step too late.

Draco pulled out the vintage dress robe, gestured in front of himself, pouted in disgust, and threw the vintage dress robe back to Ron.

"I can't believe it, Weasley!" Draco said teasingly, "You also have a preference for wearing women's clothes?"

"If you're here just to make fun of us, you might as well get out of here!" Ron said through gritted teeth, stuffing the retro dress robe back to the bottom of the suitcase.

"Of course not, am I that boring?" Draco said.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him and nodding silently, Draco became a little exasperated. "Give up your seat, Longbottom!" Draco said unhappily.

"Can't you stop bullying Neville?" Aeris said with amusement, waving his wand and another armchair appeared out of thin air.

Draco sat comfortably in the armchair and said mysteriously, "There will be a big event in Hogwarts this year. Do you know?"

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Draco said in disbelief: "You don't know? Your father is an official of the Ministry of Magic after all, and he didn't tell you...Tell you, Weasley!?"

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Ron said impatiently. "My dad has been very busy these days. Bill and Charlie did hint at something, but we can't guess what it is! Really, why are you all like Riddler?"

Draco looked at Neville again. "What about you? Longbottom, you don't know either?" Draco asked.

Neville smiled sheepishly and said, "Even if my grandma told me, I might have forgotten it..."

"Haha..." Draco laughed dryly twice, then said, "You haven't heard anything at all, where should I start? Do you know about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Oh my God!" Hermione screamed, "Drag, are you serious? Is this really the Triwizard Tournament?"

"It seems Granger is knowledgeable," Draco said, "You don't even know what the Triwizard Tournament is?"

Ron was thoughtful, Harry and Neville shook their heads, and Aris said, "When I was reading with Miss Know-it-all, I learned a little bit about it. In order to promote friendship and communication between wizards from different regions, the Triwizard Tournament was established more than 700 years ago. The three most powerful magic schools in Europe: Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and our Hogwarts, will each select a warrior under the witness of the Goblet of Fire to compete in three friendly magic matches. The Triwizard Tournament usually lasts for a school year. Wasn't it stopped in 1792 because too many warriors were killed or injured?"

"That's true," Draco said, "but the bigwigs of the International Confederation of Magic think that after more than two hundred years, it's time to try again..."

Hermione said, "I know that before the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued, it was held every five years, and the three magic schools took turns hosting it. Could it be that it will be held in Hogwarts this time?" Hermione's tone could not hide her surprise.

"That's it! Grindelwald, Potter!" Draco said in a seductive tone, "Do you know what a great honor it is to win for your alma mater? Don't you want to give it a try? Just imagine, it will go down in history, and people in the future will praise you like a hero..."

"Not interested!" Aesius said flatly, "I'm not someone who would risk my life for something illusory. The tournament has been suspended for more than 200 years. Don't you think about why? Uncontrollable things happen in almost every Triwizard Tournament. You can't imagine how high the casualty rate is."

Everyone had a different expression. Harry and Neville looked indifferent; Hermione looked worried; Ron looked excited and was obviously tempted.