[HP] Comparative

The rest of the week, Harry not only had to attend class, but also spent the evening scrubbing and scrubbing in the trophy room - Filch, gloating at Harry's falling into his hands, demanded that he remove everything on the shelf. Everything is made to shine, no magic can be used.In the view of the key administrator, this is enough to be confined; for Harry, in addition to a pair of wrinkled and extremely sore hands, it also means that he can't finish his homework in time, and even more so. Don't think about anything else.

Finally made it to the weekend.After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Great Hall together.As they passed through the gate with the boar statue, Filch gave Harry an eerie smile.

"He's so annoying," said Ron angrily once he was sure they were out of Filch's earshot. "No magic! Tormenting people because he's a Squib himself!"

Hermione was also very aggrieved for Harry, but at the same time she also believed that there was no way around it. "Did Professor McGonagall say what the last confinement was about, Harry?"

Harry shook his head.He guessed Filch knew he had one more detention, and he sincerely hoped Professor McGonagall would stop assigning him to the Keykeeper. "It's better to go to the Forbidden Forest than to fight Filch..." He couldn't help complaining.

Although there are big spiders in the woods, being with Tom is much better than staying alone in a dark room... The idea of ​​the practical training class is also good, but it seems that Professor Crouch doesn't think so anymore...

That made Ron look horrified at him, but Hermione didn't give Ron a chance to comment. "Three confinements have affected your schedule too much, Harry," she pointed out objectively. "Are you still going to be in Hogsmeade all day today? How are the preparations for the second project going?"

Harry knew she would ask that.After Christmas, the second project of the Triwizard Tournament looked urgent.

"Don't be so disappointing, Hermione," Ron said disapprovingly, "Harry still has more than a month left!"

Hermione shot him a sideways look. "It's just over a month left!"

Harry didn't want the two of them to argue about it, so he hurriedly said, "I'm just a little short... I'll study the golden eggs again tonight, okay?"

Satisfied with the answer, Hermione let Harry go.The three walked through the snow-covered road, passed by the hillside with screaming huts, and entered the magic village.

Waiting for them in the Three Broomsticks this time are James and Sirius.Harry was amazed by this, he thought Lily would teach him to obey the Hogwarts rules anyway.

"You look like you want to be scolded," Sirius said, amused by Harry's glances from side to side, and pushed a mug of hot butterbeer across the table.

"I didn't!" Harry objected immediately - although his godfather read his mind perfectly - and sat down across the narrow wooden table, with Ron sitting next to him, "I just thought Mum would come Woolen cloth!"

James, who was sitting farther out, was pulling out the chair for Hermione, when he heard this, he turned his head. "She was going to come, but she needs to hurry up and find some favorable terms of defense for Hagrid." As he said, he shrugged, "You know she is the best at writing among us."

Harry understood immediately, but Hermione was more excited than he: "Did Hagrid agree to file a complaint? That would be great!"

Sirius nodded to the brunette girl. "Although it seems that the probability of success is not high at present, we cannot give up hope. If Dumbledore plays some role in the Wizengamore, it may be more able to force that stubborn old man to change his mind."

The three children exchanged glances.Both Harry's parents and Ron's father worked in the Ministry, and they were able to learn a lot about old Crouch.This minister is cold, harsh, and ruthless. It is indeed very difficult to persuade him to be lenient with Hagrid.

"Either way, helping Hagrid means fighting against the Minister," James continued, but with a relaxed smile on his face.

Sirius glanced at him and laughed too. "Your status is inconvenient," he leaned back in his chair, teasing half-truthfully, "I think it's better for me to come forward, at least I'm not that old stubborn subordinate."

The expression on Hermione's face changed, as if she had just thought of the question. "Does it really have that much influence?" She looked nervously between Harry, James, and Sirius. "Then shouldn't we be more cautious?"

James watched her amusedly from over his shot of special rum. "Don't worry, Hermione, I don't care if I can be an Auror or not. I'd rather help a friend than that."

"But..." Hermione glanced at Harry again, his face full of hesitation.

Harry understood exactly what she meant.From the bottom of his heart, James had a disdain for so-called authority. He was an Auror only to be with Lily-by the way, the Potter family's wealth in the Gringotts vault was too large to squander in several lifetimes.And therein lies the problem: Lily loves her job at the ministry, and she thinks it's worth more than gold, like trying to eliminate discrimination or something.

"We're sure we can figure out a solution," said Sirius, trying to reassure Hermione. "Just keep your little minds on your studies, okay?"

He took out the tone of an adult, and Hermione couldn't continue to struggle. "I wish you all the best."

Sirius nodded vigorously. "Now let's talk about something else," he added, turning to Harry with interest. "James told me you've been sentenced to three detentions by Professor McGonagall, Harry?"

Don't talk about Xingshi's questioning, his attitude is completely as if something interesting has happened.Suspecting that Hermione might be slandering Sirius, Harry admitted, "Malfoy was reading Skeeter's report aloud outside Hagrid's room, and I just wanted him to shut up."

"So? Did you finally shut him up?" Sirius leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming.

Harry was sure Hermione was quietly rolling her eyes this time. "Nearly," he said, not bothering to hide his reluctance—indeed, he would have given Malfoy two more detentions if he had hit him—"my silent Locket was blocked. gone."

James, who had listened to them with interest, was taken aback. "Impossible?" He had a look of disbelief, "Blocking the silent spell? Why didn't I see that little Malfoy has that ability?"

"Of course it wasn't Malfoy!" Ron interjected at the opportunity.Judging from his tone, he was as unwilling as Harry. "It's Riddle, who happens to be nearby."

James raised his eyebrows high, and Sirius' reaction was much the same. "That Riddle again?" he asked, puzzled. "The last time I heard you mention him it was because of the badge, Harry. I thought he was on your side? Didn't I?"

He wished they were really on the same side...

Harry's heart sank when he thought of Tom's behavior towards him recently. "Tom is a prefect," he didn't answer directly, while trying to hide any abnormal reactions he might have. "I guess he's just doing what a prefect should do."

Hearing this, Sirius' eyebrows almost flew to the hairline. "You know this sounds like the kind of person we hate the most, Harry? A well-behaved top student who is likely to complain?" Then, noticing Hermione's offended expression, he hurried to make amends: "Of course you No, dear Hermione!"

Hermione snorted silently, crossing her arms across her chest.

"To me, Tom Riddle is not an ordinary top student." Ron said again, obviously not agreeing with the definition of Sirius, "not only will he always be No.1 in Fred and George's grade, he can also Make those Slytherins obey him!"

When Ron said "No. 1", Sirius was still making faces at Harry, not taking it seriously at all; but when he heard the back, his smile faded instantly. "Those Slytherins? Who exactly, Ron?"

Seeing that James had also become a little more serious, Ron became nervous, not knowing what he said wrong. "Uh, Nott, Avery, Wilkes, Lestrange?" He counted his fingers one by one, and then cast a distressing look at Harry and Hermione, "I missed something. Right? Oh yes, and of course Malfoy!"

Now, neither James nor Sirius was smiling. "Almost all the pure-blood families you mentioned," Sirius said in a deep voice, "I never knew who they would listen to easily, let alone be obedient."

No one in this room needs to be reminded how high-spirited Slytherins are, especially the pure-blooded ones. "I agree," James agreed, looking thoughtful, "though they're still children, but..."

He didn't go on, but Harry looked at the face that was very similar to himself, and instantly understood what James meant - the last time Sirius heard the news about Parseltongue was from the blood-supreme guys; It would be too coincidental to say it was accidental.

"We still don't know if he can speak Parseltongue," Harry pointed out.But, I have to say, he's starting to believe a little bit that the Parseltongue part is real.

James and Sirius looked at each other, and then James took the initiative to change the subject: "By the way, what's the matter with the acromantula?" He asked with concern, "Tell us more about it, Harry?"

Harry thought the eyes of the two just now were filled with "we'll discuss it when we go back."He wondered what else James and Sirius thought about it, but there was clearly no hope of getting it out of them at the moment.So, while recording the incident in his mind, he recounted the events.

"Two wizards wielding twin wands together can greatly enhance the power of a spell," Sirius concluded, pure shock on his handsome face.

"And a fifth year student who knows more and earlier than us," James murmured, adding, as surprised as Sirius.He subconsciously rubbed the side of the glass in front of him, even though he had long forgotten to drink. "I suspect we might have to meet this Tom Riddle."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully, very solemnly.

The three children looked at each other.Harry didn't know what they were trying to find out of Tom, but he didn't think it was going to happen anytime soon - Tom's way of spending Hogsmeade weekends was usually in the library, and pretty much everyone knew that.At the earliest, the second event will be held: as the parents of the warriors, Lily and James will be invited to watch the game; if they are lucky, they will be able to see Tom in the crowd...

However, things were not at all what Harry expected.They spent a long time in the three brooms, and then went to several shops to make regular purchases, including stationery and snacks.When several people filed out of the Honeydukes candy store, Harry saw the tall boy standing not far away, talking in a low voice with Professor Crouch.

Sirius, who was just behind, noticed Harry's pause.But he swept in Harry's direction, and the first thing he saw was the three people who were farther away. "Bellatrix?" he said, startled and disgusted.

The voice was not loud, but the woman with black hair and thick lips had sharp ears and immediately turned her head in their direction.When she saw Harry, Sirius and the others clearly, her gaze instantly became like an awl. "Look what luck we're having today, Rodolphus, Lucius?" She said to the two people around her, her smile and tone were full of sarcasm, "Isn't this the scum of our family? I have to admit, How well you deserve to mix with the Shame of Blood, Sirius!"

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