The Wolf is Coming Ch. 15
In the library of Hogwarts, Emma was fiddling with a small glass bottle.
There was a colorful beetle in the glass bottle. Emma held the whole bottle up to her eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, then put it on the table and rolled it around until the beetle could no longer stand.
The beetle in the bottle was not an ordinary bug, but the Animagus of Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Some time ago, this unscrupulous woman wrote a story about the "Harry-Hermione-Krum" love triangle in the newspaper, which attracted everyone's attention and brought endless trouble to Emma.
After cramming spells in the dark and practicing them secretly, Emma finally caught this woman who only talked nonsense all day long.
It seems that she still have some magical talent. Looking at the spell notes spread out on the table, Emma thought proudly.
Two Hufflepuff students whispered and hurried past Emma's desk, "Hurry up, hurry up, we are already late. If we continue to dawdle, the Triwizard Tournament may be over!"
Triwizard Tournament?!
These words hit Emma's forehead like a hammer.
"Um... excuse me." Emma hurriedly stopped the two Hufflepuff students, "The third game of the Triwizard Tournament is today?"
"Yes, isn't this something everyone knows? You are with Harry Potter every day, but you didn't know that he is going to play today?"
Merlin! She was so focused on learning spells and potions that she forgot such an important third game in the end!
Emma hurriedly thanked the two Hufflepuff students and ran towards the venue of the game. According to the plot development, she knew very well what happened in the third game of the Triwizard Tournament— Voldemort made a comeback, and Cedric Diggory became the first victim.
Emma ran desperately, assuming all kinds of possible situations in her head. Stop Harry and Cedric from touching the trophy? Tell Dumbledore that she saw a bad prophecy when practicing divination? Everything happened too suddenly, and she didn't have time to think of a better idea.
But at this moment, the stairs of Hogwarts seemed to be against her. Just after going down from the seventh floor to the sixth floor, the unpredictable stairs sent her to the ninth floor. After a long time, Emma finally stood on the ground on the first floor.
When Emma finally arrived at the competition venue, it had been a long time since the game started. Everyone was sitting in the stands, looking forward to the birth of the champion.
"Hermione, you are so slow. Today is Harry's last game!" Ron said dissatisfiedly.
Emma didn't have time to pay attention to him, but just looked for Dumbledore in the crowd. Found him, at the referee's seat!
"Hey, Hermione, your good friend Ron is talking to you now, you..." Ron was complaining about Emma's ignoring him, but Emma went around him and headed for the referee's seat.
There were many people in the stands, and Emma squeezed desperately towards the referee's seat, stepping on many people's feet along the way.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
She was very anxious and very anxious now. She knew that she was not a hero or a savior, she just... couldn't bear it.
But Merlin seemed to be playing a joke on her.
When she finally squeezed under the referee's seat, Harry suddenly appeared in the open space under the stands— together with Cedric's body.
Next, Harry's screams, Mr. Diggory's grief, the commotion of the entire competition venue... she couldn't hear anything.
On the 121st day in the movie, Emma Watson finally realized that death was so close to her.
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The lights were on.
Since it was not a full moon tonight, the entire of Wilvo had fallen silent early.
The thick book "Basics of Charms" was spread out in front of him, but Abraham was no longer in the mood to continue reading.
The leader, Fenrir Greyback, had led Daisy and the others away for several days. The little girl who had previously clamored to watch the Triwizard Tournament, no one knew where she was now. Having lived in Wilvo for nearly twenty years, Daisy was considered a little sister next door who he had watched grow up. When Abraham thought of her being led into the fire pit by the leader, he couldn't help but worry about her.
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