aircannonsinc Chapter 403, Information on the Second Match
Chapter 403, Information on the Second Match
Chapter 403 Information on the Second Match
"I heard the second match will be held at Black Lake." Cedric coughed and sat down next to Harry.
"The Black Lake?" Harry, having recovered from his heartbreak, asked, pursing his lips. "Should we prepare some diving gear?"
"Like spells or something —"
"That's right," Cedric nodded and said, "So I'm thinking about whether to learn the Bubble Head Charm or use potions."
"Are you good at making potions?" he asked, looking at Harry.
"Ah—" Harry paused for a few seconds, then said, "Is the Bubble Head Charm easy to learn?"
"It's relatively easy—but that doesn't mean it's simple." Cedric thought for a moment and said, "However, it should be much easier than learning potions from scratch."
"Especially since we still have a considerable amount of time," Cedric said, counting on his fingers. "The second match is probably after Halloween."
"That means late November or early December." He nodded as he spoke. "There's still a long time, isn't there?"
That's true—it's only almost Halloween, and there's still a month until the second match starts.
"Actually, I heard it should be even later," Cedric said, as if he had just remembered something. "I did some research before, and the second match of the Goblet of Fire used to be held in the spring."
"But for some reason this time—it was moved to before Christmas." He muttered after thinking for a few seconds, "Maybe it's because of Sirius?"
"A cycle that is too long can indeed cause a lot of dangers."
Sirius Black—Upon hearing this name, Harry's relaxed expression vanished. He clenched his fists, bit his lip, and remained silent, but the hatred within him was reignited.
He killed his own parents—he was a traitor.
This also reminded him of the Patronus Charm, especially since he had already discussed the secret mission to find Sirius Black with Principal Karkaroff. If he could learn the Patronus Charm sooner—
He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
"Besides Black Lake, I've heard some strange news," Cedric continued, oblivious to Harry's thoughts. "It seems Mrs. Maxime hasn't started preparing for Black Lake yet."
"So some people say the Black Lake thing might just be a smokescreen." He shrugged. "After all, if you're going to prepare for a match, shouldn't you start now?"
"Hmm—" Harry snapped out of his reverie and said instinctively, "Maybe it's just to prevent it from leaking out beforehand?"
"It's impossible to avoid leaks," Cedric said, shaking his head. "Since the Triwizard Tournament has chosen to let each academy organize its own competition—leaks are bound to happen."
"After all, every house wants its students to win the championship, right?" he said, lowering his voice. "When the third match comes, Headmaster Dumbledore will surely give me some clues."
really?
Harry felt that Headmaster Dumbledore probably wouldn't do that—but to be honest, even Harry wasn't entirely sure of his thoughts.
"Alright, that's about all I know," Cedric said, slowly getting up and stretching. "Anyway, I need to learn the Bubble Head Spell before the match."
"And then I'll also practice my swimming skills," he said, patting his trousers and robe.
"I understand." Harry nodded and began to calculate the dates in his mind. Time was still tight for him—after all, he had to learn both the Bubble Head Charm and the Patronus Charm.
Neither of these spells is easy to come by—besides, he also needs to find a Christmas dance partner—
This matter alone is enough to give him a headache.
Seemingly aware of his thoughts, Cedric chuckled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Alright, Harry."
"Don't overthink it," he finally comforted me. "You'll definitely find a dance partner."
"And she would be a great dance partner."
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the end of October has quietly arrived.
Halloween at Hogwarts is always a very lively time, as it has been in previous years, and this year it is even more lively with the arrival of guests.
However, this excitement was confined to the school grounds, because of Sirius and the patrolling Dementors.
Most of the time, students are not allowed to leave the school, and this time Dumbledore did not hire any outside bands to enter the school.
After all, no one can guarantee that Sirius might be inside.
However, in Loira's view, these disappointing things for the students were actually a good thing, since something almost always happened on every Halloween before—it really wasn't a good day.
In the first year, with Voldemort's help, I went to the Chamber of Secrets, and then was forced to participate in Professor Hamilton's drag contest—in the second year, Luna dragged me to several professors' offices asking for candy—
Even his office was ransacked. After chatting with Miss Shiloh later, he realized that it was Peterson who entered his office on Halloween.
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He was trying to get magic arrays and stuff back then—luckily, he had secretly put all those things in his spatial expansion book.
After hearing that there were no other special arrangements this year, only a banquet, Loila breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It's just a meal or something, nothing strange should happen, right?
Probably not.
With these thoughts in mind, Loila, wrapped in a robe, arrived at the hall.
With Halloween approaching, the auditorium was decorated with various pumpkins and white satin, and lit candles floated in the air, replacing the usual starry sky.
However, Loila arrived relatively early, so there weren't many people in the auditorium.
This is great! — If we had arrived late, everyone would have been staring at us, and Loila couldn't stand that.
"Professor Hamilton!"
A resounding shout shattered Loila's illusions. Even though there weren't many people in the hall, they all turned their gazes toward Loila.
"Hagrid—" Looking at that tall figure, Loila really didn't know what to say.
He sat on the professor's chair and waved to Loila, looking very happy.
Moreover, he seemed to have dressed himself up specially, wearing a thick white smock, making him look like a giant white ghost.
"You're here—you're here really early." Loila said, pursing her lips as she slowly sat down beside him.
"These are qualities that a gentleman must possess."
Why are you suddenly talking like that? — Hagrid's inexplicable words made Loila's lips twitch.
Is it because he and Mrs. Maxim are getting along very well?
Thinking of this, Loila casually asked, "How did your conversation with Mrs. Maxim go?"
"Ah—" Loila's words made Hagrid's smile widen. He raised his head like a victorious general and said, "I feel like we've fallen in love."
You shameless bastard, how dare you speak like that in public!