Popular Web NovelsChapter 483 The suspicious BagmanChapter 483 Bagman behaves suspiciously
"Harry!" Bagman's baby face showed a bright smile, "I just hope to meet you! How are you? Is everything okay? "
"Very good, thank you." Harry's expression was stiff. He had never been used to Bagman's strange enthusiasm for him.
"I wonder if I can have a few words with you alone, Harry?" Bagman smiled and looked at the people around him, "Sorry to trouble you, can you make it easier for us?" "
"Uh..." Ron didn't want to agree.
"Okay!" Hermione responded crisply, picked up two glasses of butterbeer and put them into Loren's hands, walked around behind him, stretched out her two hands and put them on his shoulders, pushed him and went to find something else. Seats were taken.
Ron glanced at Bagman and followed him.
Loren was restrained by two full glasses of butterbeer, and there was a driver behind him, so he had no choice but to be pushed forward by her.
"Aren't you curious about what they will say?"
"Curious!"
"Then you are still leaving?"
"Lower his guard."
"How despicable, Pilot Granger."
"I know you are too. I think so, Morgan Cart"
"..."
The two walked around several tables and chairs, and finally found a seat not far behind Bagman to sit down, with Ron following behind.
The three of them looked at each other and tacitly agreed to keep quiet, eavesdropping on the conversation not far away.
Bagman smiled helplessly at Harry: "Actually, what I mean is that we can leave alone for a while."
"The result is the same..." Harry's His gaze crossed Bagman's shoulder and met the eyes of the three people behind him. His eyes moved slightly, and then he moved away calmly.
"Your friends are so considerate, especially the red-haired boy." Bagman winked at him, with a weird smile on his face, "I remember his name was Ron, right? There are so many Weasley children that I can't remember their names."
"Yes, Ron Weasley..." Harry looked at his expression, not sure what he wanted to do.
"Friendship in school days is the most memorable, isn't it? You should understand, it's like a treasure..." Bagman blinked again, which made Harry feel uncomfortable in his heart.
"Mr. Bagman, what do you want from me?"
"Oh, Harry, I want to congratulate you again on your outstanding performance in dealing with that tree peak." Bagman sincerely praised, "It's great! Clean and tidy!"
"Thank you." Harry frowned slightly. If it was just a blessing, he wouldn't have to distract Loren and the others at all.
However, Bagman seemed to be in no hurry to uncover the answer to the mystery, or perhaps there were some clues that he had not noticed.
Harry paid attention to Bagman's gaze and saw him glancing at the goblins at the bar in the mirror. The goblins' clothing styles were very different. They didn't seem to be local. They all had squinting black eyes. Looking here silently.
"It's an absolute nightmare." Bagman saw Harry looking at the goblins and said in a low voice, "They speak terrible English. It's like going back to Quidditch." In the World Cup, I struggled with those Bulgarians..."
"But at least the Bulgarians can still make gestures to make people understand. These guys keep mumbling about their passion. Chicken language..." Bagman laughed low and short.
Harry noticed that the goblins looked at Bagman warily, as if they regarded him as a prisoner and were worried that he would escape.
He couldn't help but wonder: "What do they want?"
"Uh...they..." Bagman suddenly became nervous, "They are looking for Barty Crouch."
>"Why come here to look for him? Can't they contact the Ministry of Magic?"
"Oh, Barty has handed over all the affairs of the Ministry of Magic to interns." Bagman stuttered, "He is only thinking about the Four Wizards Tournament now. Harry, you won't believe it. He actually plans to throw me into-"
Bagman suddenly paused, and he lowered his voice, He carefully looked around and said, "I can't tell you these things directly, and you must never tell anyone about this. Do you understand, Harry?"
"Understand what?" Harry looked confused, "I didn't understand anything!"
"Yes, that's it!" Bagman smiled happily, "Barty has been too busy recently and hasn't had much rest. , the whole person was a little stunned, and he actually handed over the affairs of the department to the interns... This is not good news. If you know that Rita Skeeter is still asking around, this matter will definitely be published in the newspapers. It was regarded as a disaster..."
"But fortunately, Rita Skeeter hasn't appeared for a long time..." Seeing Harry's increasingly confused eyes, he became nervous again and relaxed. He lowered his voice and said, "Well, having said all that, I actually want to ask you, how are you doing with your research on that golden egg?"
Golden egg...Ron...treasure
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Harry caught something vaguely. He looked at Bagman's face and said absently: "Well... not bad."
Bagman suddenly became anxious: "Okay? Don't you still have-"
"Nothing?" Harry asked knowingly.
"Oh, Harry, the other warriors have already started preparing... I can give you a hint."
"We should solve the mystery alone, shouldn't we?" Harry tried his best Make your tone sound casual, and don't sound like you are accusing the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports of violating the rules.
"Oh, yeah..." Bagman paused and said cautiously: "Listen, Harry, I feel very sad about all this. You were forced into this competition. Yes, everyone dislikes you, you did not participate voluntarily..."
Bagman's voice was so low that Harry had to get closer to hear him clearly: "If I can help, give you a little help...it's not a bad thing. I'm optimistic about you and hope you can go well." ...It doesn't matter, as long as you say something."
"Thank you, but I have already studied the golden egg."
"Really?" Bagman said. Somewhat annoyed.
"Yes, the secret is in the water, isn't it?" Harry knew clearly that Bagman was a member of the referee team, and he had no need to hide it.
This sentence is like a happy spell, making Bagman suddenly smile: "Oh, yes, I knew you could solve it. You are very smart. From the time you dealt with the fire dragon I can see it!"
"Okay, I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I have to leave quickly." Bagman's smooth little face turned red, "Nice to see you... and your friends. Good luck to you, Harry. "
He hurried out of the tavern, and the goblins stood up from their chairs and followed him out.
The driver Granger pushed the Morgan trolley back to the bar again. As soon as he sat down, he asked aloud: "What does he want?"
There was a passage just now that was particularly quiet. , she didn't hear clearly.
"He wanted to give me some hints about the second project..." Harry took a sip of butterbeer, "In fact, he already gave me hints."
"He shouldn't do this!" Hermione said with a stern look, "He is one of the referees!"
No one paid attention to her justice, even Loren was lazy.
Ron asked excitedly: "What is what?"
"It's you." Hermione slapped the table and said crisply. She heard the previous words clearly.
Harry was holding back his expression and felt uncomfortable. He finally had a chance to show off his cleverness, but was snatched away by Hermione. "Me? What does it have to do with me?"
Harry looked happy, but heard Loren say quickly: "They are going to throw you into the lake, let Harry find you within an hour."
"! !"
Harry's eyebrows were knitted together, looking very uncomfortable. He looked at Ron eagerly——
Ask about the reasoning process, ask about the process!
"Oh!" Ron clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "It turns out that you mentioned me and messy friendships earlier on purpose. It turned out to be a hint of this!"
Harry's eyebrows drooped, his face expressionless. He looked at the three people with expressions and his eyes were blank.
I'm tired and want to sink you all into the lake without pulling you up.
"What do you think, Ron?" Hermione sipped her butterbeer.
"There's nothing simpler than this!" Ron said proudly, "Don't forget the coral stone, then I can also be in the limelight!"
"This is good for us, but be careful of unexpected situations..." Hermione glanced at Loren unconsciously, and there was a circle of hop foam on the edge of his lips. She paused before continuing, "You have bought gilly grass. "
"I bought it, it's quite expensive."
Harry said after coming back to his senses: "The storage method is very special, Ron and I both think it is. He was cheating, so he used the bargaining method taught by Loren and was almost kicked out."
Loren put his chin on the table and said blankly: "I didn't grasp the essence."
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The conversation became more relaxed during the rest of the time. They lay lazily on the tavern table, and things like the Goblet of Fire and mermaids were put aside for the time being...
In the evening, the streets of Hogsmeade were already lit up with sporadic lights. Under the bright light, the four of them left the tavern together and hurried back to school through the cold and damp path.
The road surface was soaked in water from melted ice and snow, making it difficult to walk on it. Every step you took would leave mud spots on your trouser legs and clothes.
It has not snowed heavily for several days. Occasionally, we see sleet and snow, and more often it is fine rain. The rain is not heavy, falling one by one, but it falls frequently and always. Falling at midnight and early morning.
The weather is getting warmer, and the Black Lake is slowly beginning to thaw. Durmstrang's big ship is still parked on the lake, with its mast straight, but its shape looks like the remains of a sunken ship that has been salvaged, and the gunwale is shining dimly. , foggy shimmer,
"Look, it's Krum!"
Looking along Ron's line of sight, he saw Krum walking from the cabin to the deck, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, and quickly climbed to the side of the ship. , stretched out his arms and plopped into the water.
The black head was floating in the middle of the lake, swimming very fast.
Ron shivered in sympathy: "Hey, it's January now, it must be freezing!"
"He must be practicing for the second project." Harry He said solemnly, "I wonder how he will solve the problem of breathing underwater..."
"Think about yourself." Loren made a fist with his right hand and covered his mouth with a yawn. "Although you can breathe underwater, your swimming skills are definitely not as good as his."
"That's right, you have to practice as well!" Hermione nodded.
"Well, I'll try my best."
...
Sunday, prefect's bathroom.
Colorful mist floated in the room, and a dense and thick layer of foam was spread on the hot water of the pool. Harry suddenly emerged from the water, wiped the foam from his face, and exhaled comfortably and melancholy.
"This swimming speed is definitely not as fast as Krum's. There is no mermaid to lead the way for me during the competition..." Harry leaned against the edge of the pool and lamented, "What should I do..."
"Maybe I can help you." Myrtle sat on a faucet with her legs crossed and blinked at him from behind her thick lenses.
"Are you familiar with the underwater terrain?"
"Oh, I go to the lake sometimes." Myrtle spread her hands, "Sometimes there is no choice, there are people there. I flushed my toilet when I wasn't prepared..."
"..."
Harry restrained himself from thinking about that scene and silently mourned for the ghost girl for a few seconds in his heart, "Thank you so much."
"This is What a friend should do, you're welcome, just come to my bathroom to see me from time to time."
"Well, I'll try my best, but please close your eyes now..." Harry. Climb up, dry yourself, and put on your clothes again, "Now, I have to go to Professor Snape to learn Occlumency... Goodbye, Myrtle."
"Goodbye." Myrtle Said melancholy.
...
Walking through the dark underground corridor, Harry came to the door of Dean Slytherin's office with light steps, but before he knocked on the door, he heard a familiar voice coming from inside.
"We need to talk."
It was Headmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang, his voice restless.
"I'll talk to you in the evening, Igor." Snape said calmly.
"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus, you've been avoiding me lately..."
"...Don't understand what all the fuss is about, Igor. "
"Severus, you can't pretend that this didn't happen!" Karkaroff's voice sounded frightened and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard. "In the past few months, it has become worse. It's becoming more and more obvious...I'm very worried now, I can't deny it..."
"Then run away." Snape's voice was very impatient, "Run away, and I will excuse you. Yes, but I want to stay at Hogwarts"
"Severus——"
Just when Karkaroff was still struggling, Snape suddenly raised his voice: "Come in, Potter."
Harry's heart skipped a few beats, and he quickly stopped his random thoughts and looked normal. Opened the wooden door.
"Good afternoon, Professor."
When he saw Karkaroff standing aside, he showed just the right amount of surprise, "Principal Karkaroff? Oh, I'm glad to see you. You."
Karkaroff looked at him deeply, then looked at Snape, his goatee with small curls at the end trembled a few times, snorted and took a long step towards them. Get out of the office.
Harry stepped sideways to make way for the passage, a series of questions popping up in his mind.
When did he and Snape start calling each other by their Christian names?
What does he want to talk about, what do the two of them have to talk about?
Why is Karkaroff so worried?
(End of this chapter)