bioinnovel Chapter 307 Unlucky Harry
Chapter 307 Unlucky Harry
Chapter 307 Unlucky Harry
Barnabas Guffey was beaten to a pulp, while Rita Skeeter escaped for the time being.
Although the physical pain did not materialize, Skeeter's career still suffered a certain degree of setback.
Dumbledore, in his capacity as headmaster, issued an order forbidding Rita Skeeter from entering Hogwarts again, not even from approaching the school.
Once the headmaster's order was issued, Rita Skeeter set a precedent, a privilege even Voldemort hadn't received, yet she achieved it effortlessly with just one article.
Although the culprits have all been punished, Harry's life hasn't improved; in fact, it's gotten worse.
Before the articles about the Triwizard Tournament were published, people were indifferent to Harry and mocked him for stealing the champion's honor.
After the article was published, Harry received even more ridicule, and the Slytherin students all became academic geniuses, quoting scriptures at every turn.
The bow is based on Rita Skeeter's classics, and the source material is also Rita Skeeter's classics.
The tragic hero Harry Potter is truly tragic this time; even "Potter the Stinking Shit" couldn't break his spirit, but Rita...
Skeeter's article, however, successfully broke his defenses.
Harry shouted in the hallways several times, refuting the contents of the Daily Prophet, and on several occasions even tried to draw his wand and fight the Slytherin students.
When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems, and farting can hit your heel.
Harry, whose luck was off the charts, was naturally doomed. He was unfortunately spotted by Snape and, unsurprisingly, received a detention.
In addition, Gryffindor House was deducted fifty house points.
As for those Slytherin students who mocked Harry...
Professor Snape stated that there was no Slytherin there, and he only saw Harry shouting at innocent passersby in the corridor.
The next day was Wednesday, and Harry, feeling upset, almost forgot his promise to Belvina. Fortunately, Hermione reminded him, and he didn't break his promise.
After dinner that evening, Harry dragged his weary soul to the fifth floor of the castle, his steps as slow as an old man flickering in the wind.
For days, Harry was exhausted from dealing with his classmates' taunts and couldn't think of any way to deal with the dragon. Even Hermione, who spent all her time in the library, was helpless.
To help Harry through this difficult time, Ron had to seek out a professional, asking his older brother Charlie about the dragon's weaknesses.
The good news is that Charlie offered his help; the bad news is that Harry happens not to know the curse Charlie mentioned.
That's why Harry walks so slowly, like an old man; he hasn't mastered the spell yet.
However, every road eventually comes to an end, and the doors to the Muggle Studies classroom appeared.
Harry, with a long face, pushed open the classroom door and shuffled into the classroom.
In the Muggle Studies classroom, Belvina was talking to Cedric, listening attentively to the solution he had come up with.
"The dragon is a powerful magical creature, and I can't possibly subdue it on my own," Cedric said. "I'm thinking, maybe I could try to distract the dragon and steal the golden egg when it's not looking."
Harry, who had been dawdling, finally managed to get close to the two of them. After hearing Cedric's solution, Harry felt even more ashamed.
Knowing he couldn't subdue the fire dragon, Cedric's thinking was flexible; he didn't insist on fighting the dragon hand-to-hand.
Instead, they wanted to divert the fire dragon's attention.
In contrast, Harry knew he couldn't subdue the dragon, yet he was fixated on how to do so, like a piece of rotten wood, inflexible and unyielding.
Belvina beckoned Harry to sit down with Cedric.
Once the two warriors were seated, Belvina said to Harry, "And you, what are your thoughts?"
"The Eye Curse," Harry said, "but I haven't mastered it yet."
"Not bad, at least it didn't leave the paper blank," Belvina said. "The fire dragon's entire body is covered in scales, and its eyes are the weakest point."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "But I don't recommend you use the Eye Strike Charm directly. The consequences of angering a fire dragon are highly unpredictable. It's better not to provoke the dragon unless absolutely necessary."
Harry and Cedric almost simultaneously recalled their first encounter with the four dragons that night.
Each fire dragon requires at least seven or eight dragon tamers to subdue, and that's for a fire dragon in its normal state.
If the Eye Disease Curse successfully angers the Hungarian Hornet Dragon, forget about stealing the golden egg; even survival will be a question.
After listening to Belvina's advice, Cedric became even more determined in his decision, while Harry was completely at a loss, unsure how to pass the first test.
"My advice is that the Eye Curse can be used as a last resort, a desperate measure when conventional methods fail," Belvina continued. "What you need to do is play to your strengths and maximize them."
Belvina looked at Cedric and said, "If I remember correctly, Professor McGonagall said that you were very good at Transfiguration."
Upon hearing Belvina's suggestion, Cedric quickly refined a plan to divert the dragon's attention.
Seeing that Cedric had a plan, Belvina didn't say anything more.
Then she looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, what do you think your strength is?"
Harry frowned and thought for a moment. He felt that his current strength should be dueling, but dueling with a dragon was obviously unrealistic. However, apart from the dueling skills he had been trained by Belvina, Sirius, and Lupin, Harry couldn't think of any other strengths he had.
"Quidditch," Cedric interjected. "Harry is extremely good at Quidditch, everyone knows that."
In the past, Harry also thought he was very good at Quidditch and flying.
But after the Quidditch World Cup, after meeting a group of top Quidditch players, Harry suddenly realized that he wasn't actually that good at flying.
"I fly pretty well, and the Firebolt is fast enough, but I can't bring it into the arena during the competition," Harry said. "All I can use is my wand."
Upon hearing this, Cedric looked up at the ceiling. The sun was really round tonight!
Belvina took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to slap Harry to death. You pig-brain!
Perhaps sensing Belvina's murderous intent, or perhaps because his external brain wasn't around, Harry's pig brain slowly started working.
After a while, Harry, like Archimedes taking a bath, excitedly exclaimed, "Summoning Charm! Professor Flitwick just taught us that recently!"
Hufflepuff looked up from the ceiling and gazed with satisfaction at his Gryffindor junior.
The professor, who came from Slytherin, slowly exhaled. Fortunately, he wasn't completely stupid; at least he could still remember the summoning charm.
"Remember!" Belvina said, "The first test will examine your courage and your composure in the face of danger. Only by remaining calm will you have a chance to pass the test."
With Harry and Cedric each presenting their plans for using the dragon, Belvina's mid-term examination came to a successful conclusion.
The atmosphere in the classroom also became more relaxed.
"I heard you're pursuing Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons?" Belvina said to Cedric with a smile.
"No, I didn't, Professor, don't talk nonsense!" Cedric immediately denied it. "That woman, former Ta Skeeter, is talking nonsense."
Cedric, fearing Belvina would continue teasing him, quickly added, "I just chatted with Delacour casually for a bit. I was just curious that Veela hair could be used as wand cores."
Cedric's voice trailed off as he realized that the mockery in Belvina's eyes did not diminish with his explanation.
"You're so quick to deny your ambiguous relationship with Miss Delacour, do you have someone you like?" Belvina asked with a smile, feeling like she was caught in a melon patch.
Harry, whose mind was filled with summoning spells and fire bolts, also looked up at Cedric beside him.
Harry was also curious about who Cedric's sweetheart was.
"It's just that—" Cedric stammered, "we—we're still just friends."
Belvina's smile gradually turned lewd, as if to say: Little brother, you're not good enough either, and you call yourself a champion of Hogwarts!
The continuous teasing made Cedric embarrassed, and his fair and handsome face gradually turned red, like a ripe fruit.
"May I ask which house your friend is from?" Belvina asked, somewhat presumptuously. "Hufflepuff?"
"No." Cedric shook his head.
For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a pair of hands gripping his heart.
Harry didn't know what was going on, but Cedric's denial immediately made Harry very uneasy.
"She's from Ravenclaw," Cedric said shyly. "She's on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."
In an instant, the panicked and uneasy Harry felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
There's only one girl on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team!
"Could it be Cho Chang, the Seeker?" Harry asked, not giving up. What if it was?
Cedric nodded shyly and said embarrassedly, "We're still friends."
We're just friends now. Harry should have been relieved to hear that, but his heart was pounding in his chest, refusing to settle for even a second.
The shy Cedric didn't notice Harry's change in expression, but Belvina, sitting opposite him, saw it all clearly.
To everyone's surprise, Harry actually had a change of heart and found a girl he liked!
Belvina was eager to write to Sirius immediately to tell him and Lupin the good news.
As for the relationship between Cedric and Cho Chang, that's not something Belvina should worry about; she's not the one who likes Cho Chang.
Belvina's eyes suddenly deepened as she began to ponder a crucial question: if two champions from Hogwarts were to pursue Cho Chang at the same time, who would she choose?