Chapter 462 Who Doesn’t Want to See the Fire Dragon?

It had been almost two weeks since the Warrior Selection Banquet. Harry, who had always been cautious and low-key, thought that the matter would calm down slowly, but he underestimated the little wizards' gossipy nature.

In a closed-managed magic school, anything worth talking about will be mentioned repeatedly, even for weeks. Information exchanges during lunch, dormitory talks before going to bed at night, and all kinds of novel topics emerge in an endless stream.

From which warrior is stronger and has better results, to which warrior has the best looks and is taller?

The news that the Warriors are about to take promotional photos over the weekend has ignited the topic of discussing appearance, pushing the four male Warriors to the forefront. As long as they appear in any public place, the little wizard will look at them with strange eyes.

Harry felt that their naked gazes were a bit hurtful, because in terms of height alone, he was much shorter than Cedric, Graves, and Krum.

The few people who were close to Harry didn't want to be animals visited by others, so they chose to sneak out of the castle most of their spare time and read and talk by the black lake that had not yet frozen.

With a pop, the carp stirred up water with its tail.

Neville was not angry when his face was splashed with lake water. He watched the carp go away with a smile. He tightened his trousers and sleeves that were tied up high, and squatted down to continue searching in the water.

Harry, who was sitting on the shore, was curious and asked: "Neville, what are you looking for?"

"An aquatic algae plant that is said to allow people to breathe underwater. I'm not sure if Black Lake has one."

"Did you read it again from the book Moody gave you?" Ron asked while moving the knight on the chessboard.

"right!"

"..."

Not far to the right of the group, under the tall trees beside the lake, the girl held a herbal medicine textbook with a focused expression and read softly in a gentle voice:

"Bouncing bulbs are different from babbo tubers in that they grow in a drier environment..."

"The transplantation process requires attention to humidity and temperature..."

"You also need to pay attention to the characteristics of the bouncing bulbs themselves to prevent them from using their bounce to attack."

"Why don't you read about the attacks?" A dissatisfied voice sounded. Loren, who was lying next to him, poked the little witch. Bright spots of light fell from the gaps in the leaves and were blocked by the arms across his eyes. "Those attacks are interesting. , every year some unlucky guy gets beaten up with bruises and bruises by jumping bulbs, hey!”

Hermione was a little speechless and skipped the next paragraph and continued reading: "For stem herbs, the compost and soil need to control the moisture and fermentation time..."

Loren mumbled a few times indistinctly and gradually became quiet. Hermione read carefully and seriously, and he did not interrupt again. The knowledge of herbalism in the past two months slowly flowed into her mind.

Harry was playing wizard chess with Ron to pass the time. In fact, there was no doubt about the outcome, but this man liked to nibble away bit by bit. He had to eat up all the pieces on the chessboard before he would conquer, which gave Harry a chance to break the game. ,for example--

Plop.

Neville, who was standing in the lake, stepped on the moss and stumbled into the lake.

"How are you?"

Taking advantage of the moment when Ron was looking, Harry stood up with great concern, his thigh hit the chessboard, and the pieces were scattered in pieces, making it impossible to see the original situation at all.

Ron watched Harry hurried forward to pull Neville ashore, and then looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard that were in a mess and yelling at each other. He took a breath and looked aggrieved.

The two helped Neville sit down, cleaned it briefly with a whirlwind, gathered a pile of dry branches and leaves, and made a bonfire.

Loren, who was not far away, had already sat up, leaning on the tree and watching with interest. It was not until Hermione pulled his sleeves that he stopped smiling.

"somebody is coming."

"Um?"

Loren turned around and saw three little girls walking hand in hand, their light footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves, making a soft sound.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Loren, Hermione..."

"Good afternoon, Luna, Ginny...Gabriy?"

"What do you want from us?"

Gabrielle looked down at the bonfire on the ground, her eyes sparkling, Ginny's eyes were glued to Harry, and Luna said in an ethereal voice: "Fred and I have reconciled."

"?"

Seeing the confusion in Harry's eyes, Loren explained: "Fred is a unicorn, and he had a conflict with Luna last time because of the basilisk controversy."

"oh……"

Luna continued: "Fred said that a group of big guys came to the Forbidden Forest and kept them awake all night. Although he didn't let me tell others, I think you should know about it, Harry."

"Big guy, what big guy?" Harry's eyes widened. "Is it a competition event in the Hegemony Tournament?"

"Fred asked me to keep it a secret."

"..."

Harry looked at her with a sad expression.

Now he remembered that Hagrid had mentioned last month that someone from the Ministry of Magic was in the Forbidden Forest to survey the venue for the Tournament.

Ginny looked at Harry and then at Luna with a thoughtful look. This unique way of speaking seemed to be able to say a few more words to Harry.

Watching the three little girls walking away hand in hand, Loren, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Neville sat around the fire, discussing information about the Forbidden Forest and the Tournament.

"I can't ask anything. Since her unicorn friend asked her to keep it a secret, why would she reveal part of it?" Harry was a little crazy.

Hermione sorted out the known information and looked at him deeply: "Didn't you notice? She is reminding you, Harry... the things in the Forbidden Forest must be very dangerous, otherwise Luna would not do this."

Ron looked excited: "We should go to the Forbidden Forest to find out more!"

Harry's heart began to beat faster. He quickly looked around and whispered, "But, isn't this cheating? This... seems unfair."

Loren stared silently at the slow-burning bonfire.

The fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest are already in place. With Charlie and other breeders present, there will be no danger in the Forbidden Forest... Hagrid should be almost unable to sit still, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to find out the situation early.

And he also wanted to see a mature fire dragon.

What's the point of always turning into a basilisk?

Loren raised his head with a ghostly look in his eyes: "Think about how your name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, Harry. Which is more important, your life or fairness."

Harry's expression became serious and he said in a deep voice: "You are right, I am not cheating, but to protect myself."

"Then it's decided. Tonight in the Forbidden Forest, remember to bring your invisibility cloak, Harry."

"I see."

"The time is set to be half an hour after lights out. Filch just happened to patrol outside the Slytherin common room."

"Should we inform Hagrid?"

"Ask Hedwig to bring him a message, he will understand."

"..."

Listening to them skillfully making plans for their night out, Neville crossed his arms tightly and shivered.