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Chapter 430 Breakfast
Chapter 430 Breakfast
"Have you got your wand?"
"Remember to wear the necklace that blocks the magic array."
"Harry, don't embarrass us!"
"That's right, if those Durmstrang guys want to cause trouble, don't be afraid!"
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Harry looked at his somewhat excited classmates and didn't know what to say for a moment—I was just going to talk to them, not to participate in a duel.
Although Harry had personally experienced what happened yesterday, he didn't really harbor much hostility towards Durmstrang, partly because it was Professor Hamilton's alma mater, and partly for other reasons.
One of them is related to Karkaroff—Harry always felt that Karkaroff's death might be related to him—Sirius was very likely the one who killed him—and Sirius killed him, possibly because Sirius knew about the agreement between Karkaroff and himself.
Harry felt a pang of guilt because he had caused Karkaroff's death.
So when the fight broke out yesterday morning, he didn't get involved—he even stopped Ron and a few other friends.
But to be honest, it's all Ron's fault—what's wrong with him lately? Why does he get angry whenever he hears about Krum?
Harry looked at him with his fists clenched and didn't know what to say. And—where was Hermione?
He didn't even see Hermione.
Did she go to the library?
Well—it seems pointless to think about this kind of thing now.
Harry pursed his lips and walked out of the Gryffindor common room, where Professor McGonagall and Cedric seemed to have been waiting for a while. "Harry." Seeing him come out, Cedric immediately gave him a concerned smile: "Good morning."
"Good morning, Cedric—and Professor McGonagall." Harry nodded slightly and followed them.
As the three walked toward the auditorium, Professor McGonagall reminded them, "Don't argue with them during dinner."
"We're here to solve a problem," McGonagall said slowly. "Do you understand?"
"I understand." Cedric nodded slightly. As a student of Hufflepuff, he was pulled aside by a group of people yesterday as soon as he returned to the lounge, who asked him what had happened.
However, more people seem to care about Professor Hamilton—especially her patron saint—than the conflict.
The idea of a phoenix was incredibly exciting for Hufflepuff acorn fans—by the way, Hufflepuff probably has the most acorn fans.
After learning about the Phoenix Guardians, Ezreal, the founder of the Pinecone Party, seemed quite unhappy.
"If we had known that Professor Hamilton's patron saint was the phoenix, we wouldn't be called the Pinecone Party, but the Order of the Phoenix."
"What? The name 'Order of the Phoenix' has already been used?"
In short—the situation at Hufflepuff House yesterday seemed to be going relatively well, since most people only saw it as a minor conflict.
But Gryffindor's situation should be different—Cedric knows very well the characteristics of Gryffindor's student-dominated society—
And then look at Harry's somewhat helpless expression.
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He could roughly guess what had happened last night —
Fortunately, there were enough Aurors patrolling at night, otherwise they might have even launched a night raid on Durmstrang.
Cedric's comforting look naturally reached Harry, who responded with a helpless nod.
He hoped nothing unpleasant would happen at breakfast this morning—that's what he thought—but only if Krum and Siegfried didn't exchange any more harsh words.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to reconcile with them so easily.
However, things seemed a little strange after they arrived at the auditorium.
The entrance to the Great Hall was now crowded with students, seemingly not just indignant Gryffindor students, but also many students from other houses who had come to watch the spectacle.
In addition, there were Durmstrang's students.
Two groups of students stood on either side of the auditorium entrance, with a weary-looking Professor Hamilton standing between them.
Her silver hair hung frizzily behind her hat, and her blue eyes looked slightly weary—but upon seeing Professor McGonagall, she visibly seemed to breathe a sigh of relief—as if she had been freed from something.
You've finally arrived—Professor McGonagall—
I don't know where these students found out, but they all set off early in the morning and came to the auditorium entrance, and then they just gathered here.
Thankfully, the Aurors discovered them in time and separated them—otherwise, who knows what would have happened.
When Loila found out, she rushed over. It would be bad if the students started fighting again. She stood between the two groups of students and tried her best to keep them in a certain harmony.
Now that Professor McGonagall has arrived, he can finally escape the hell before him—or rather, only the hell before his eyes—
After all, Mr. Krum and Miss Siegfried were about to speak with Mr. Potter and Mr. Diggory.
Hopefully they won't start arguing—anyway—Krum's expression doesn't seem very good—and Miss Siegfried—
Hmm————
Because of the Ansbach family affair, she never gave me a kind look when we were together.
As both sides entered the hall, the noise level immediately decreased significantly.
Loila let out another soft sigh of relief.
"Please have a seat, everyone." In the empty auditorium, McGonagall nodded slightly, gesturing for everyone to sit down.
As she sat down in the chair, Loila finally felt that inexplicable awkwardness.
The empty auditorium contained only a few people—and they were all sitting around a table—it was rather—strange.
What should I say?
Maybe it's better not to—Professor McGonagall is very good at these things—it's better not to cause trouble.
While Loila was lost in thought, McGonagall coughed lightly and said, "The main reason for bringing four heroes here today is to mediate what happened yesterday."
"Professor Hamilton has already told you, hasn't he?" She looked at the two heroes of Durmstrang.
"Professor Hamilton has already told us," Krum said slowly, "but if I may be so bold—Professor McGonagall."
"I have no ill will towards Hogwarts," he said, pursing his lips. "In fact, I quite admire some of the students—"
"But—but I simply couldn't tolerate the behavior of a certain Gryffindor student yesterday morning."
"————" Harry blushed and lowered his head.
He knew Krum was talking about—it must be Ron.
The fight that broke out yesterday morning was probably half because of Ron—he insisted on arguing with Krum about something—or Hermione—
Wait a minute—Hermione?
Harry suddenly looked up as if he had realized something, and stared at Krum with a strange look in his eyes.
He just said he admired her, could he be referring to Hermione?