Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 371 The first clues appear

"Mom can handle it."

In my eyes, Narcissa always appears in her breathtaking true form, and the same is true in Lucius's eyes.

Fleur Delacour, whose beauty was repeatedly exaggerated and laid out by JK Rowling in the original novel, now seems to be just so-so.

Maybe there are too many handsome men and beautiful women around me, so they have no impact on me at all.

However, the arrival of the other two magic schools is a new thing for Hogwarts.

The international soccer star and the half-blooded Veela still sparked a lot of discussion.

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor table wearing Krum's coat.

As she walked towards them, people's eyes were full of inquiry.

I intercepted her, walked up to her and gave her a big hug.

Lucius and Narcissa also saw it.

From the corner of my eye, I sensed that Lucius's brows were slightly frowned, as if he did not approve of my behavior of extending a hand of friendship to a Muggle-born girl in public.

However, she also seemed to understand Hermione's status as an exchange student.

For Malfoy, value comes first.

Even if the other party is a Muggle, as long as he is valuable, it is worth the Malfoy family's serious attention.

Ron, who had been silent for a long time, seemed unable to conceal the disdain in his eyes.

He didn't rant about Hermione.

Instead, he poked Neville beside him and whispered, "I don't know whether she will represent Durmstrang or Hogwarts..."

This is clearly slandering the other party as a traitor to Hogwarts...

I think he would rather complain about the fact that he is not the exchange student...

Of course, his thoughts are not important and no one cares.

Besides me, Pansy also showed great enthusiasm from Slytherin.

All of this was seen by the Malfoys.

An undercurrent of turmoil.

Soon, Dumbledore used the "Loud Voice" to briefly introduce the origin of the Triwizard Tournament. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he and the other two headmasters lit the Goblet of Fire together.

"Due to the danger of the competition, only students over the age of seventeen can sign up to participate!"

Dumbledore looked around with sharp eyes, and then showed a mischievous smile: "Don't try to deceive the Goblet of Fire by various means..."

His eyes lingered on the Weasley twins for a long time.

It lasted so long that the two began to wipe the non-existent beads of sweat from their foreheads.

Dumbledore then smiled and looked away.

"So, I won't be representing any school." Hermione's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Ron to hear.

The boy's face turned as red as a tomato.

Neville subconsciously moved his chair a little further away.

Ron's cynicism is really unbearable.

In the original work, Barty Crouch Jr. and Peter Pettigrew, accomplices who attempted to use the competition to resurrect Voldemort, had already been killed.

Logically speaking, those of us who are not eligible to participate should just enjoy the fourth grade Christmas dance.

But why is my heart beating like crazy?

Harry was beside me, listening intently to the instructions for the game.

As Harry and Draco's Quidditch coach, Krum was naturally arranged to sit at the Slytherin table.

His eyes, however, remained on the girl with fluffy brown curly hair sitting at the Gryffindor table.

On the other hand, Hermione was not completely indifferent.

The two of them would look at each other from time to time.

But he quickly looked aside.

There was a smile on the corners of his mouth and his eyebrows.

"Viktor, what's going on between you and Miss Granger? Tell the truth!"