After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 252 Five Warriors (5)

"Kick Ron?" said Harry.

"No, Harry, it has nothing to do with Ron. What you should worry about most is what's going to happen next..." Hermione stopped talking. She seemed to have seen Harry's miserable condition in the next few days and couldn't help but worry for him.

"It doesn't matter, Hermione. I'm with Harry, they won't hurt him. Besides, everyone will just think it was me who did it." Lamia said. She understood exactly what Hermione was worried about. It was nothing more than the rumors that came from the mouths of Hogwarts students.

"What are you worried about?" Harry was puzzled.

"It's nothing, Harry, just know that this won't affect what you do next," Lamia said.

Then, Harry was taken away by Hermione. She wanted to train Harry, so as to at least increase his chances of survival in the Triwizard Tournament. Hermione was very worried about Harry's safety.

Lamia didn't need that. None of the students participating in the Triwizard Tournament were her match. In Lamia's opinion, she could protect Cedric no matter what.

Afterwards, Ron really didn't speak to Harry again. The two of them were like elementary school students who had a quarrel, and they had to rely on Lamia and Hermione to pass messages. Even though they were face to face, they refused to give in first.

Harry was still angry that Ron didn't trust him, and Ron was jealous that Harry didn't take him with him. The two lacked communication, so they haven't been able to reconcile until now.

This class was Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Hermione and Lamia were still standing between Harry and Ron, and they both disliked each other.

Lamia didn't pay much attention to it. She was wondering what the first project would be. Professor Sprout was extremely cold to her and Harry now, which made sense, since she was the head of Hufflepuff House.

But Harry didn't think so much. He was definitely more eager to see Hagrid, but he had to keep in mind that Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class meant that he would meet Slytherin students at the same time. This was the first time he had met Slytherins face to face since he became a warrior.

Lamia had gotten used to it. After she became a warrior, instead of receiving cheers from the Slytherins, she received one contemptuous look after another, and of course some disdainful laughs. But Lamia didn't take these to heart. She preferred to think that they were all jealous.

It has to be said that Harry was right. The Slytherin students would at most mock Lamia. After all, she was a Slytherin student, and they would not go too far. But it was different for Harry. They were old rivals, and Draco was eager to make Harry lose all his face.

When Draco arrived at Hagrid's hut, he had that sarcastic smile firmly on his face again.

"Ah, look, men, there's the Warrior," he said to Crabbe and Goyle, as soon as he was close enough for Harry to hear him.

"Do you have a signed copy of his book? Better get him to sign it. I doubt he'll be here much longer. Half the Triwizard Tournament champions are dead. Potter, how long do you think you can survive? I'd guess about ten minutes after the first event begins."

After saying that, Draco laughed out loud, holding his belly. Goyle and Crabbe behind him also laughed. Their laughter soon attracted a group of students. Although they didn't see what happened, everyone could see that it was directed at Harry.

"Really, Draco? What about me? How long do you think I can live?" Lamia walked out from the side and looked at Draco. He stopped laughing all of a sudden, as if he didn't know Lamia was here.

"That's not what I mean, Lamia. You will definitely survive to the end. No, what I mean is that you are so powerful, of course Potter can't compare to you." Draco said, and at the same time slapped Goyle and Crabbe hard, and the unpleasant laughter stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Hagrid came out of the house, holding a large pile of rickety boxes in his arms, each box contained a huge blast-end skrewt.

"The skrewts are killing each other because they have excess energy and don't know where to release it. To solve this problem, each student will tie a skrewt to a rope and take it for a walk."

Hagrid put the box on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Now everyone come and get one."

The classmates were very scared when they heard this, including Draco. He didn't even focus on Harry and Lamia. He was more concerned about how to avoid the task assigned by Hagrid.

"Take this guy for a walk? Are you sure, Hagrid?" Draco asked disgustedly, staring at a box, "Where should we tie the rope? To its thorns, its explosive tail, or its suction cup?" He kicked the box irritably, and there was a commotion inside, with animal roars coming one after another.

"Tie it in the middle," said Hagrid, demonstrating. "Well, I'm afraid you'll need to wear your dragonhide gloves as an extra precaution. Harry - you come here and help me with this big guy. Oh, I almost forgot, Lamia, you have to come too."

In fact, Hagrid's real intention was to avoid the whole class and talk to Harry and Lamia. He waited until everyone had left with the skrewts before turning to them and saying very seriously, "You are about to go to the competition. Participating in the Tournament is a very dangerous activity, but you can't withdraw now."

Hagrid's beetle-black eyes looked very worried under his thick, shaggy eyebrows. He blinked and sighed.

"I don't know who is so wicked as to put your names in."

"What, you believe I didn't do it?" said Harry, trying to hide the sudden surge of gratitude he felt at Hagrid's words.

"Of course I do," muttered Hagrid. "You say you didn't do it, and I believe you—Dumbledore believes you, and everybody believes you."

"I wish I knew who did it," said Harry bitterly.

The two of them looked out across the lawn. The classmates were now scattered, each one walking with difficulty.

The skrewts were now over three feet long and incredibly strong. Instead of being fleshy and colorless, they had grown a thick, shiny, grayish-white armor-like substance.

Their appearance was a cross between a giant scorpion and an elongated crab—but there was still no sign of heads or eyes. They were now incredibly powerful and difficult to control.

"Looks like they're having a good time, don't they?" said Hagrid cheerfully, and Harry concluded he was referring to the Blast-Ended Skrewts, as his classmates clearly weren't.

Every now and then, with a terrifying crackle, a skrewt's tail would explode, propelling it forward several meters. More than one student was dragged to the ground by it and struggled desperately to get up.