"What?"

After hearing what Sirius said, Harry was obviously stunned for a moment. Did you just see - my mother?!

What does this mean!

Harry quickly raised his head and followed Sirius's gaze, but when There was a noisy crowd in front of me, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Maybe - I saw it wrong, Lily has been dead for so many years...."

After coming back to his senses, Sirius glanced at the back of the woman in the distance with complicated eyes, and shook his head in a hoarse voice.

When he was talking to Lorne just now, he happened to catch sight of the woman's profile, which was exactly the same as Lily who died more than ten years ago - but there was obviously a man beside her.

I always feel that that man looks familiar, right?

Lorne, who was standing aside, looked thoughtfully at the back of the person leaving in the distance.

Sirius was definitely right. Those two people were Snape and Lily who lived in Spider-End Alley.

After all, the tickets in their hands were specially prepared by Lorne for Tom.

I didn't expect Sirius to find the other party so quickly.

This was somewhat beyond his expectation.

Thinking of this, Lorne subconsciously glanced at Harry who was looking confused.

I don't know what kind of expression he would have when he found out that his mother was living with Snape.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned into a curve of evil interest, and he thought with some anticipation in his heart.

"Look - isn't this Harry Potter who survived? How can you watch the Quidditch World Cup in a place like this?"

A sarcastic laughter suddenly came from below, which instantly attracted the attention of several people.

"It's Malfoy."

Hermione, who was standing aside, pulled Lorne's sleeve, leaned closer and whispered.

Draco, who was wearing a black dress, was looking up at Harry and Ron with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Well, they.

His eyes subconsciously turned away from Lorne and Hermione.

After all, he was still a little afraid of this 'close friend' deep in his heart.

"Malfoy, you——"

After seeing this enemy, Harry couldn't help but gritted his teeth and stepped forward to 'reason' with him.

But Sirius on the side stretched out his hand to stop him.

Lucius Malfoy?

Sirius half-squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man holding the scepter behind Draco, with a subconscious sneer on his lips.

If he hadn't happened to be at Malfoy Manor, he would have been imprisoned in the dungeon by Tom and left to die.

"Sirius Black - I didn't expect you, a fugitive, to be here."Lucius also noticed the unkind gaze. He picked up the snake-headed cane in his hand and walked forward. He raised his head and looked at him and said in a sinister tone,"I'm not afraid of being caught directly by the Auror and sent to Azkaban. Continue. Accompany the group of dementors who depend on you!"

Well - as expected of Draco's father, the way these two people talk is really annoying.

After hearing these words, Sirius didn't have much reaction.

He looked at his eyes and raised a smile. Lucius gradually raised the corners of his mouth, leaned down and said in a low voice:"I didn't catch you in the last attack, it was all because of your good luck. Trust me, Lucius - next time, you There's absolutely no way he can run away!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lucius's expression below him changed instantly. His eyes widened, and the scepter in his hand was pointed high at the sneering fugitive in front of him.

"The last - the last attack on Malfoy Manor was your fault?!"

His face gradually turned pale, and his lips trembled as he said these words.

You know, after the last attack at Malfoy Manor, he didn't sleep well for half a month - he was worried all day long. Yes, he still lives in the Ministry of Magic.

And now, this disgusting fugitive in front of him actually said that he did it...

This... This is simply too outrageous!

Lucius was shaking with anger, and the hand in his hand The scepter was pointed high at him. He opened his mouth but could not utter any threatening words.

He was still afraid in his heart, afraid that the group of dark wizards would come again.

"Oops, how many of you are here?"

A smiling voice came from not far away, and Lockhart was seen walking over in a gorgeous blue robe with a smile on his face.

Lockhart?

Lucius turned around quickly.

However , Before he could react, a pair of hands patted his shoulders slightly hard.

"Mr. Lucius, you'd better leave quickly. Minister Fudge won't be able to wait any longer."

Lockhart looked at Lucius in front of him and reminded him with a smile.

"By the way, Mr. Geralt—this letter is for you!"

After seeing the blond wizard standing above, Lockhart took out an exquisite envelope from his collar and handed it to him.

Then he walked down with Lucius with a gloomy look on his face.

"What were you saying to Lucius just now? Why is he making so much noise?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Maybe he knew that I had stolen some live peacocks outside his tent."

Sirius said disapprovingly.

Lorne, who was standing not far away, couldn't help laughing after hearing Sirius's perfunctory words.

Then, he curiously opened the letter in his hand.

The content of the letter Very simple

"A tribute to Mr. Geralt:

The Triwizard Tournament of the Goblet of Fire is about to begin next semester. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Academy will both be there by then. I hope this news will be helpful to you."

The Triwizard Tournament?

Lorne snapped his fingers thoughtfully, and the flames instantly swept through the letter.

Regarding this matter, there is naturally a record in his remaining memory.

The Triwizard Tournament...

If there is no If he remembered correctly, he remembered that this competition had an age limit.

He didn't know if he could participate.

"What did Lockhart write in the letter he just wrote to you?"

The little witch on the side hooked his neck and asked softly in his ear.

The hot breath made him feel a little itchy.

"It's the Triwizard Tournament, and the Goblet of Fire competition will start next semester."

Lorne didn't hide anything and said it directly.

Anyway, all his biggest secrets have been told to Miss Hermione, not to mention that this thing can't be called a secret.

"What, the Triwizard Tournament will be held next semester! ?"

Miss Granger couldn't help but exclaimed.

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