In the time it took Merlin to take off a high heel, Su Er was already lying in his dormitory bed.
The lamp on the bedside table cast a flickering yellow glow. Worn out by the journey, Justin and Morn were already snoring in their warm beds.
Su Er gazed silently at the light, reviewing what he had learned from Dumbledore that day and recalling the major events that would happen this year. Could he get involved and stir things up a little?
First, and most importantly, he could not give that Cthulhu-no, Krum-any opportunity to get close to Hermione. Yes, if he dared reach out, Su Er would break his hand.
Second, he absolutely would not enter the Triwizard Tournament. This year's tournament was a chessboard on which Dumbledore and Voldemort faced each other as players. It was a mess.
Then how could he save Cedric Diggory's life? Su Er thought for a while but still could not figure out how to stop Cedric from touching that tampered-with cup.
He would play it by ear when the time came.
Third, he needed to ask Harry for the Marauder's Map. Nothing could be better for keeping watch on people. Dumbledore wanted him to monitor the impostor, not expose him-at least not at the very start of term. In any case, the real Moody would not lose his life over it.
Fake Moody was already on Old Bumblebee's chessboard. Presumably, Azkaban awaited him in the end.
Fourth, Hagrid seemed to meet his true love this year, only to hurt her feelings by saying the wrong thing, bringing his first romance to an end. Su Er would have to remind him when the time came.
Fifth, those three little badgers had all been gathered. He needed to find an opportunity to visit