The next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione came to the auditorium and saw Cedric and the other three eating. They looked at each other and sat tacitly across from them.

"Uh...hello, hello you guys," said Harry, Cedric put down his fork and smiled at them.

Harry was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say, especially the man in front of him had danced at least seven dances with Qiu at the Christmas ball, which made him unable to get any chance.

He said something vaguely in his mouth, but Cedric didn't hear it clearly and looked at Harry in confusion.

"I, ahem-I mean, Ron has something to say to Collins."

This time it was Ron's turn to stutter. "What-me? Oh, it's me..." He glared at Harry. At this time, Collins put down his knife and fork and looked at them, and his majestic gaze moved between Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Collins, his face flushed red. Collins's two thick eyebrows and short brown hair were particularly sharp. He remembered his poor performance in front of Furong and muttered in a low voice: "Thank you..."

"Did you not think about what to say?" Collins asked him.

"I mean - thank you for your reminder, you know, at the dance party... you came over and told me the clues, although I didn't hear it clearly, but I felt it necessary, ahem, it's necessary to say thank you..." Ron gasped, Harry was speaking on the side, "Yes, that's right."

When Collins and the others left, Ron's ears were still red.

"Aren't you allergic to Hibiscus?" Harry asked, trying to suppress Hermione's laughter and bring the topic into serious discussion.

"I don't know... When her black eyes stared at me, my brain went blank." Ron said pessimisticly, "First it was Furong and then Collins. I won't have anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, I'm still ill, but it only happens when facing those beautiful girls." Hermione pointed out sharply.

Harry felt that Ron was making a fool of himself, and he moved the plate to himself - Ron was about to sprinkle the beef pumpkin pie filling on his plate - and he whispered to them what happened last night in the office of Professor Ancient Demonic.

After waking up, his memories came back, and Harry focused on the magic book with a weird effect.

"It sounds like that book should be honest in the forbidden book area..." Ron commented, throwing the pie onto the plate.

"No, the professor said that he got the inspiration from the dementors. To be honest, I think the professor's field of research is very strange." Harry said his thoughts.

"It seems strange to others when any research in any science reaches a high level." Hermione said for granted.

Harry thought about it very seriously, but he didn't know much about life outside the classroom of other professors. In his imagination, Professor Frieve might love opera and afternoon tea. He would use spells to move the small teacups and teapots, and perhaps say a few jokes (like the servants he saw in the movies who were cast in the law); Professor McGonagall might spend all his free time dealing with heavy school affairs, Snape would tear the long-horned toad when he was idle, and the first thing Trilawney did when he woke up in the morning was to hold a crystal ball to decide which clothes to wear...

Professor Hepp may be apart from reading books and studying magical texts, or playing cards with Valen? As for Professor Moody, Harry might have imagined the scene of him removing his wooden legs and rubbing oil in the past, just like Harry caring for a fireboat, but now Harry has only sympathy. Perhaps in the past few months, every time Professor Moody returned to the office, he would jump onto the bed like a puppet, and then Barty Crouch Jr. took the opportunity to sneak in and look at his memories.

The fact that he was able to deceive Dumbledore at least showed that Barty Crouch Jr. was very skilled in disguise and was likely to be good at brain closure.

At this time, the three warriors of Vagado walked past them, whispering in their mouths. Harry heard a familiar word, which he thought was an illusion, until he and Ron looked around and saw Lee Jordan wave at the three warriors. The Weasley twins sneaked out a stack of parchment and handed it to the warrior named "Branz Igo" - his hair was shaved on both sides, leaving a terrifying spire hairstyle in the middle.

Harry was impressed by him because he could turn into an eagle, and the battle with that protein eye in his first project was very exciting.

"How did they play together?" Ron said incredibly.

"It seems that Li Jordan has become an intermediary," Harry looked over there thoughtfully. Li Jordan was patting his chest, and his unique voice floated over from afar, "...Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable..."

"Fred and George won't make any idea to the people in Vagado, if they cause international disputes, they will be in trouble..." Hermione said worriedly.

"Fred and George knew it, at most they were selling their new products... should it be?" Ron's tone was not sure.

Soon, Fred and George left, and Lee Jordan was still joking with the three of Vagado's people, Harry, Ron and Hermione hurriedly stood up and intercepted the twins in the foyer.

"Oh, hello, I didn't see you." Fred was shocked.

"What were you doing just now?" Ron asked directly.

"It's nothing, meet Lee's new friend." George answered lightly and tilted his head towards the auditorium.

"I saw it," said Ron. "What did you hand them over, not prank products, but a stack of parchment paper, what information might be..."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"If you reveal any secret that Hogwarts lost the game..." Ron deliberately said seriously, looking at his two brothers with satisfaction and looking at his two brothers with serious expressions.

"You're so kind of care. It seems that being a Warrior has greatly increased your confidence," Fred said.

"Are you preparing for next year, Ronnie Jr., do you want to be the chief?" George teased.

Ron blushed, and he said angrily: "I don't want to be a senior chief-"

"But our little brother made some sense this time," Fred said.

"Maybe it was a fool who bumped into it."

Ron's face was about to turn red like hair, and Harry interrupted: "So, what did you think of just now?"

Fred and George looked at each other, "Listen, things are very simple. Lee Jordan made friends with the students of Vagado. You know, his appearance has an advantage..." Harry couldn't help laughing, and Fred said again: "The Vagado Magic School is different from us in many places. They are good at transforming, alchemy, astronomy and gesture casting..."

"Yes, they also have various alchemy gadgets. The principle is not difficult, but their ideas are very interesting, such as various types of amulets... Just like Dumbledore said, communication." George shrugged.

"They came to us two days ago, just before Christmas, saying they wanted to learn about Black Lake... This is not a secret information. I bet that there are at least one hundred books mentioned in the library, and of course, it takes time to find it." Fred said.
Chapter completed!