Chapter 176

"Harry... Are you... Okay?"

Ron stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Harry, his face as pale as a newly painted wall.

"What do you think?" Harry said coldly.

Ron pursed his mouth, lowered his head, and a struggle flashed across his face hidden in the shadow. Then he raised his head again and looked at Harry and Hermione. The boredom that had been temporarily suppressed by worrying about Harry stirred again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Through today's events, I found that I really misunderstood you..." he suddenly went on angrily, "but -"

His expression was fixed on his face, and his words seemed to be firmly blocked by some emotion.

It seems that some things are not so easy to talk about.

"Say what you want to say, keep it in your heart, and others will never know." Maka, who has been silent all the time, suddenly said such a sentence.

After hearing this, Ron, who was originally unwilling, immediately looked at Marca in horror.

"What... No, I..." he said nervously. "I don't, you... No, you can't know what I'm thinking."

Harry's cold look turned into doubt because of Ron's sudden panic; The same is true of Hermione, who always wants to talk and stop.

"You always have misunderstandings about others. I thought you knew it very well -" Marca said, "if you have something in mind and don't understand it, others will misunderstand you, won't they?"

Ron looked at Marca with a tangled face, glanced at Hermione secretly and said, "but... I can't say..."

"Then you just admit that you have something in mind?" Marca said calmly.

Ron was forced speechless by him, and his face was filled with regret.

"... cheat!" he shouted.

Not far away, Furong Delacour quietly observed the situation here. It seemed that she was very interested in these gossip.

Marca looked at Ron and said seriously, "everyone has several secrets that only belong to him, which we can all understand. However, if you anger others because of your secrets..."

He added, "Ron, I'm sure you don't want to lose every real friend, do you?"

Ron clenched his teeth and clenched his fist, showing no doubt about his struggle.

Hermione stood nervously beside her. She looked at this and that.

"... you're the last person to tell me this," he murmured, then raised his head abruptly. "Harry, I'm sorry! We --"

Harry knew Ron was going to apologize to him, and he suddenly found that he didn't need to hear him apologize.

"We're still friends," he said quickly before Ron could say anything. "Forget it."

"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't --"

"Forget it," said Harry.

Ron grinned at him awkwardly, and Harry smiled back at him.

Then Hermione burst into tears.

"There's nothing to cry about!" Harry said to her, puzzled.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stamping her feet on the ground, tears streaming down her chest.

Then, before they could stop, she gave each of them a hug, and then took advantage of the situation to hug Maka who was sitting on the side.

When Hermione hugged all three of them, she turned and ran out of the emergency tent. There was a strange noise outside, whether crying or laughing, which gradually disappeared with Hermione's departure.

"Both of them are one second, and they become three seconds when they come to me..." Maka took a slight puff from the corner of her mouth and muttered in her heart, "it seems that she has made trouble unconsciously..."

"She's crazy," said Ron, glancing at Marca subconsciously and shaking his head. "Harry, Marca. Come on, they're going to grade you..."

Harry picked up the box and the broomstick and felt very happy. He couldn't believe he was in such a good mood an hour ago.

They bowed their heads and walked out of the tent. Ron followed them and kept talking like a firecracker - the silence seemed to be suffocating him.

"Harry, your performance was the best just now! No one is as powerful as you! You killed a dragon... But what happened to you at the last moment? It really looks a little wrong..."

"By the way, speaking of this, and Maka! What's the matter with you? Why did you enter Azkaban? Was it really framed by the Ministry of magic? Also, at the World Cup final, you were... Seriously, you and those people... It was really a little scary! I heard everyone talking about it secretly, but no one dared to say it openly!"

"You mean those Death Eaters?" Marca shook her head and said meaningfully. "This is not what you should know. All you need to do is trust your good friends, that's all."

"Oh - well, I've always believed you since then - haven't I?" Ron shrugged.

"When I say 'good friend', I don't mean myself, but the one around you." Maka casually said, "I think your good friend should have something to tell you... Of course, this is obviously not a good place to talk."

"You know?" Harry said in surprise. "You know, Hermione and I didn't know until soon..."

"I don't know," he continued, squeezing out a mysterious smile at Harry. "I don't want to know either."

By this time, they had come to the edge of the site.

The fire dragons in the field have been taken away. They can see where the five judges sit - on the right, sitting on the raised golden chair.

"Everyone can't score more than ten," said Ron.

They saw that Hermione was waiting for them in the field. Her eyes looked a little red, but her spirit was much better than at first.

The judges gave the four warriors the most accurate scores they thought. When the scores were summarized, the audience gave them warm applause and thanked them for bringing such a wonderful game.

In terms of the final total score, except that Hermione scored only 34 points, the scores of the other three were not much worse:

Hibiscus has 38 points, of which the only 9 points are given by Mrs. Maxim; Maka scored 40 points and quickly found the box to make up for his low-key performance; Harry scored 43 points. The wonderful fight with the fire dragon made Mr. bagman give a 10 point decisively, which put him firmly in the first place.

As they talked, Harry and Ron returned to the tent in the rest area with everyone. It can be seen that Ron, who has given up his gloom, has returned to his usual appearance and has been talking excitedly.

"Everyone did a good job!" said Ludo bagman. He jumped into the tent with a happy look, as if he had killed a fire dragon just now.

"Well, I have only a few words to say - the second project will start at 9:30 a.m. on February 24 next year! Before that, you can rest for a long time -"

"But we'll leave some questions for you to consider! Yes, the secret is hidden in the box! You must find a way to open it - that will tell you what the second project is, and you can be ready!"

Finally, he said loudly, "is everything clear? No problem? Well, you go!"

That night, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the owl shed to find a public school owl. Harry wanted to send Sirius a letter telling him that he had killed a fire dragon himself.

The letter was much longer and heavier than usual - Harry couldn't help telling Sirius exactly how he had been dealing with several fire dragons, how he moved around, dodged left and right, and how he cut the dragon's neck with the Gryffindor sword.

Of course, by the way, I have to ask black. Maybe he will know why he had that situation.

After they watched the owl disappear into the night sky, Ron hurriedly urged, "well, Harry, we'd better go downstairs to the surprise party for you - Fred and George must have stolen a lot of delicious food from the kitchen."

Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room, there was another burst of cheers and noise.

On the tables and chairs were piled hill like cakes, a pot of pumpkin juice and butter beer.

Lee Jordan set off some fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air. Dean who is good at painting? Thomas hung several striking new banners, most of which showed Harry riding a broomstick and wielding his sword to kill the fire dragon, but there were also two pictures showing Hermione throwing her sword into the air.

Harry and they also called Marca, but Marca just waved her hand and left alone.

He has been trying to deal with the Basilisk horn recently - it looks insignificant on the huge basilisk head, but it looks very big when it is held in his hand.

Although he has seen in the literature that Salazar Slytherin used it to make the core of a magic wand. But he had no idea what to do.

The angle of the Basilisk is solid. There is no nerve inside. I can't see how to deal with it. But now that Sarah has investigated it, it shows that there will always be a way, but he hasn't thought of it yet.

As for the box obtained in the first project, he didn't even look at it. He took it back and put it directly on the cabinet at the head of the bed. The second project will not start until three months later. There is a lot of time!

December brought gales, rain and snow to Hogwarts. The temperature is getting lower and lower, but the wonderful scene in the first project makes all the students who enjoy it forget the cold.