Chapter 165

Most of the students seemed a little angry about the Goblet of fire accident, but this did not include the little lions at Gryffindor college.

When Harry and Hermione walked all the way to the common room and the portrait opened, the noise suddenly poured into their ears made them almost fall on their backs.

Then, he only knew that he was dragged into the common room by about a dozen hands and faced all the students of Gryffindor college. They were all screaming, cheering and whistling.

Obviously, the little lions who have always been united are more excited than unwilling about the two warriors in their college.

"You should have told us you signed up!" shouted Fred Weasley. He looked half angry and half excited.

"How can you get through without a beard?" cried George Weasley.

"I didn't," said Harry. "I don't know how --"

Harry thought he didn't know how to explain, because he was confused himself! Hermione hung her head and let her messy hair cover her face.

Then Angelina rushed to them like a whirlwind and said, "Oh, if it can't be me, at least it's a member of Gryffindor -"

"Yes! It's better than letting Diggory of Hufflepuff be a warrior, Harry!" screamed Katie bell, who is also a chaser for Gryffindor's team.

"We have something to eat, Harry and Hermione. Come and have some -"

"I'm not hungry. I've had enough at the party -"

Hermione walked through the crowd without saying a word and left them to the girls' bedroom.

However, it was the boys who made the most fun, especially the Weasley twins. They didn't seem very suitable to forcibly stop Hermione, so they all focused on Harry.

No one wants to hear him say that he is not hungry. No one wants to hear him say that he did not throw his name into the goblet. It seems that no one has noticed him and has no mood to celebrate it.

Everyone wants to know how he did it, how he cheated Dumbledore's age line and threw his name into the goblet

"I don't know," he said again and again. "I don't know what's going on."

But everyone ignored it, as if he hadn't said anything.

"I'm tired!" he shouted after about half an hour. "No, seriously, George - I want to go to bed --"

Harry especially wanted to see Ron. His good friend would always understand him, but he didn't seem to be in the common room.

Harry insisted that he needed to sleep again and again, and almost knocked down the little krivi brothers who tried to stop him at the stairs. At last he got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

To his great relief, he found Ron and Yi lying in bed. He was the only one in the dormitory. Ron looked up as Harry slammed the door shut.

"Where have you been?" said Harry.

"Oh, Hello," said Ron.

Ron smiled, but it was a very awkward, reluctant smile.

Harry suddenly realized that he was still wearing the bright red Gryffindor flag that Lee Jordan had just tied to him. He wanted to take it off quickly, but the knot was tied tightly.

Ron lay motionless in bed and watched Harry laboriously untie the flag.

"Well," said Ron when Harry finally took off the flag and threw it into the corner, "Congratulations... I mean, congratulations."

"What do you mean, congratulations?" said Harry, looking at Ron.

There was something wrong with Ron's smile at the moment. He looked at Harry as if he were looking at something irrelevant.

"Nothing... No one else has crossed the age line," said Ron. "Not even Fred and George. What did you and Hermione use - invisibility vests?"

"The invisibility cloak can't let us cross that line." Harry looked at Ron's expression and felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Ron. "I thought you used the invisibility cloak together... Because the invisibility cloak can cover two people at the same time, didn't you? So you found something else, didn't you?"

"Listen," said Harry, "I didn't put my name in that goblet, and I don't think Hermione - she's depressed today and won't talk to anyone."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, none of you... Who could it be?" Ron squeezed out a smiling face and said dryly, "who will help others become warriors for no reason?"

Ron's tone was strange, both as if he were thinking about Harry and with a trace of inexplicable discomfort.

"Why did they do that?"

"I don't know," said Harry, who thought the following words sounded sensational, like acting, "to kill me."

Ron's eyebrows were raised so high that they seemed to disappear into his hair.

"Never mind, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don't want others to know, it's good, but I don't understand why you lie. You didn't get into trouble, did you?"

"The fat lady's friend, violet, has told us that Dumbledore has selected you. Yes, yes, you, Hermione and a thousand gallons, right? And you don't have to take the year-end exam..."

"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" said Harry, who began to get angry.

"Yeah, well," said Ron, sipping his lips, "but you mentioned this morning that you could do it last night. No one will see you... You know, I'm not a fool."

"You do make such an impression on me now," said Harry angrily.

"Really?" whether reluctantly or sincerely, the smile on Ron's face now disappeared. "Seriously, I'm sorry I misunderstood Marca in the past - I'm very sorry. Although he always does things secretly, he never plays with others when he should be aboveboard!"

With that, he jerked the curtain over his four poster bed, left Harry and stood alone by the door, staring at the crimson curtain in a daze.

He had thought that several people would believe him, and one of them was behind the curtain.

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, Harry finally fell asleep.

However, Ron on the other side kept staring at the curtain. In his heart, there was endless boredom.

"Harry and Hermione... Harry and Hermione... Why? They left me and became warriors together... Why?"

It was like countless insects crawling in his heart. He wanted to scratch, but he couldn't scratch at all. This upset state of mind drove him crazy.

All night, Ron stared at his bloodshot eyes and didn't sleep at all.

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On the other hand, Hermione has been buried in the quilt since she returned to her bedroom.

She didn't know what she was thinking or what she should think. Her head was blank.

The feeling of being wronged was too uncomfortable, and it also hit the principle she adhered to most. There was no reason and no omen. She was like being hit by a bomb. She was caught off guard and had no time to think about anything.

Facts have proved that no matter how clever she is, she is just an extremely strong girl. Facing the sudden injustice, she even forgot how to deal with it.

Until late at night, her roommate saw that she couldn't persuade her and had gone back to bed. Suddenly, a slight noise broke the tranquility of the night.

Hermione didn't move because she had been immersed in a blank inner world and didn't hear it at all.

However, the noise continued, as if something was knocking on the window. It kept ringing, as if no one would stop talking.

Hermione in the quilt finally noticed the movement. She moved slightly, lifted the quilt and looked blankly at the bedroom window.

After a long time, she recognized that it was an owl she had never seen, and it seemed to hold some package under its claws.

Hermione pushed the quilt aside and found that she got into the quilt without changing her clothes.

She pursed her lips, caressed her wrinkled school gown at will, went to the window and let the owl in.

The owl let out a "Goo Goo" cry, put down the package, turned and flew away.

Hermione looked out of the window. Hogwarts at night was as dark as usual. In mid air, a crescent moon was hanging quietly in the clouds.

She held up the package in the faint moonlight and looked around, but found that there was no sender, only a lonely word "to miss Hermione Granger" scrawled at the bottom of the package.

"Who sent the package?"

Hermione opened the package with a little doubt.

There were three bottles of glowing BLACK * * medicine. They were tied together and carefully packed in a large box filled with cotton. At the top of the box, there is also a small card.

On the back of the card, the usage of the three bottles of magic drugs was described in detail, and it was repeatedly noted that "it's only for self-defense, don't use it easily".

On the front of the card, there are two sentences:

"Stay away from fighting and save yourself."

"Although it's a little late, happy birthday."

Hermione bit her lower lip, and the tears in her eyes overflowed unconsciously.

"Where is' a little late ', it's obviously more than a month late!" she wiped her uncontrollable tears, but a long lost smile appeared on her face.

Yes, although her birthday is always forgotten, she always shows a look of indifference. But there is one person who hasn't missed once, that is Maka.

But where did Hermione know that Marca, who has always paid attention to maintaining the relationship of friends, rarely missed other people's birthdays. Even Dumbledore took some trouble to find out the birthday time!

So far, Dumbledore has received different styles of wool socks for four consecutive years.