Chapter 697: You haven't congratulated Harry yet...

Hearing Dumbledore's words, McGonagall nodded, so it seemed that even if they were not there, the safety of the students didn't need to be worried.

Thinking about this, McGonagall suddenly turned his head to look at Ivan who was surrounded by the crowd, and suddenly pursed his lips and laughed. "I guess the mysterious person would not have expected Hals to end this game so quickly!"

"Perhaps..." Dumbledore said non-committal.

...

"Halse, our hero!"

"Gryffindor's warrior... Hogwarts star!"

On the temporary award platform, a large number of over-excited little wizards lifted Ivan up and threw them into the air, screaming and cheering constantly echoed in the arena.

The colorful flags and petals of various colors in the sky fell like raindrops, which lasted for several minutes without stopping.

When they fall on the ground or on a person, these petals will collapse and disappear without a trace. Obviously, all of this is transformed by magic.

Such a wide range of transformation magic made Ivan speechless and weighed it secretly in his heart.

If there is a period of preparation, Ivan thinks that he should be able to create similar scenes, but the coverage may be smaller.

Looking at it this way, the gap between him and Dumbledore is still very large in terms of the knowledge of Transfiguration. After all, the old professor was obviously only on a whim when he was casting spells, and he did it casually...

After a while, the little wizards of Gryffindor finally released Ivan from the air.

But Ivan couldn't be idle for a moment, because soon more little wizards came up and asked about his exciting experience in the maze.

Compared with Ivan, who was surrounded by many enthusiastic students, the other warriors were much deserted.

Ron noticed Harry's eyes, shrugged, and replied freely. "Oh, please don't look at me like that... Harry, it’s true that I liked Krum before, but I’ve seen him clearly these days! I don’t admire a warrior who makes a fool of every game, he is at best. Just a little talent for flying!"

At this point, Ron's words paused, and he looked at Harry with a pair of eyes, hesitated for a long time, then hesitated.

"And... the last time, I'm sorry, Harry! I shouldn't have said that, let alone doubt you..."

"It seems that you finally figured it out, that's really good..." Harry said irritably. He had explained so many times, but Ron was regarded as a deaf ear. It has been more than half a year before he finally came here. Apologize.

Ron smiled awkwardly, when he was about to say something, Sirius suddenly interrupted.

"Want to relax with me? Harry?"

"What? Now?" Harry turned his head and looked at Sirius somewhat unexpectedly, then immediately thought of something, and shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine, I forgave Ron a long time ago..."

"It has nothing to do with this ~ www.novelhall.com~ I want to talk to you alone... Just the two of us, how about? It's too noisy here..." Sirius looked away from the referee's bench Come, said with a smile.

"Can't you say it here? What about Ron? He can't follow either?" Harry was puzzled.

"That's what Dumbledore meant..." Sirius's eyes were a little erratic.

"What task did the professor arrange for me?" Harry thought of this subconsciously.

"Yes, you can say the same, you should know where they are now...so we'd better hurry up so as not to delay things!" Sirius said urgently.

Harry nodded and agreed, giving Ron an apologetic look...

Sirius laughed, clutching Harry's wrist tightly, and leading him away.

Ron looked at the two people leaving behind for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that until now, Sirius has not congratulated Harry for his good results in the Triwizard Tournament...