Chapter 164 Unpredictable Lion Heart

Regarding the accident in the Goblet of Fire, most of the students seemed a little aggrieved, but this did not include the group of lion cubs in Gryffindor College.

As Harry and Hermione walked all the way to the common room and the portrait opened, the sudden noise in their ears nearly knocked them over.

Then, all he knew was that he was dragged into the common room by a dozen or so hands, facing the entire Gryffindor House class. They were all screaming and cheering and whistling.

Obviously, the cubs, who have always been united, are always more excited than unwilling about the fact that there are two warriors in their academy.

"You should have told us you signed up!" Fred Weasley yelled. He looked half exasperated, half agitated.

"How did you manage to pass without growing beards?" George Weasley yelled, too.

"I didn't," said Harry, "I don't know how—"

Harry didn't think he knew how to explain it, because he was confused too! And Hermione even lowered her head, allowing her tangled hair to cover her face.

At this time Angelina rushed in front of them like a whirlwind, defending: "Oh, even if it can't be me, at least it's a member of Gryffindor—"

"Yeah! Better than Digory of Hufflepuff being a warrior, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, also a Chaser for Gryffindor.

"We've got something to eat, Harry, Hermione, come over and have something—"

"I'm not hungry, I've eaten enough at the banquet—"

Hermione walked through the crowd without saying a word, leaving everyone to go to the girls' dormitory.

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

No one wanted to hear him say he wasn't hungry, no one wanted to hear him say he didn't put his name in the goblet, and no one seemed to notice and he wasn't in the mood to celebrate.

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

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

But people don't care at all,

It was as if he hadn't said anything.

"I'm tired!" he roared, at last, when he could bear it no longer, 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 kept insisting that he needed to sleep, and almost knocked the Creevey brothers to the ground as they tried to intercept him on the landing. Finally he got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

To his great relief, he found Ron lying on the bed fully clothed, alone 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, forced smile.

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

Ron lay motionless on the bed, watching Harry struggle to untie the flag.

"So," 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.

At this moment, Ron's smile was obviously not quite right, and he looked at Harry as if he was looking at something irrelevant.

"It's nothing... nobody else has crossed the age line," said Ron, "not even Fred and George. What did you and Hermione use - the Invisibility Cloak?"

"The Invisibility Cloak won't allow us to cross that line." Looking at Ron's expression, Harry felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, sorry," said Ron, "I thought you guys used the Invisibility Cloak together... because the Cloak covers two people at once, didn't you? So you've found something else, yes ?"

"Listen," said Harry, "I didn't put my name in that goblet, and I don't think Hermione either—she's been down today and hasn't been talking to anyone."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, none of you... so who would it be?" Ron squeezed out a smile and said dryly, "Who would help others become warriors for no reason?"

Ron's tone was very strange, as if he was thinking about the problem for Harry, but also with a trace of inexplicable unease.

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know," said Harry, who found the following to sound lurid and staged, "to kill me."

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

"It's all right, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said, "if you don't want people to know, that's fine, but I don't see why you lie, you didn't get in trouble for it, is not it?"

"That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all that Dumbledore got you in. That's right, you, and Hermione, a thousand Galleons, right? And also No need to take the end-of-year exam..."

"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" said Harry, beginning to get annoyed.

"Really, well," Ron pursed his lips, "but you mentioned this morning that you said you could do it last night and no one would see you...you know, I'm not a fool."

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

"Really?" The smile on Ron's face was gone now, whether it was forced or sincere, "I'm really sorry that I misunderstood Maca in the past— —I'm very sorry. Although he always does things in secret, he never plays with others when he should be aboveboard!"

With that, he jerked the drapes over his four-poster bed, leaving Harry standing by the door, staring blankly at the crimson drapes.

He had thought that there were a few people who would definitely believe him, and one of them was behind the curtain.

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

However, Ron on the opposite side kept staring at the curtain, and in his heart, there was inexhaustible boredom.

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

This feeling is as if there are countless bugs crawling around in his heart, he wants to scratch it, but he can't scratch it at all. This disturbed state of mind almost drove him mad.

The whole night, Ron stared at his bloodshot eyes and didn't fall asleep at all.

...

On the other hand, Hermione has been burying herself in the quilt since she returned to the dormitory, motionless.

She didn't know what she was thinking or what to think, her mind was blank.

The feeling of being wronged is too uncomfortable, and it also hits the principle she insists on the most, without reason or warning. It was as if she had been hit by a bomb. She was caught off guard and had no time to think about anything.

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

Until late at night, her roommate could not persuade her and had already gone back to bed to sleep. 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 she didn't hear at all at the moment.

However, the noise continued, as if something was knocking on the window. It kept ringing, like it would never stop if no one answered it.

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

It took her a long time to recognize that it was an owl she had never seen before, and it seemed to be holding some package under its talons.

Hermione pushed the quilt aside, only to realize that she had slipped under the quilt without changing at all.

She pursed her lips, caressed the crumpled school robe casually, then went to the window and let the owl in.

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

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

She held up the package and looked around in the faint moonlight, but found that there was no signature on the sender, only a solitary "To Miss Hermione Granger" was scrawled at the bottom of the package.

"Who sent the package?"

Hermione opened the package with some doubts.

It was three bottles of black medicine that glowed with a faint light. They were bundled together and carefully packed in a large box filled with cotton. On the top of the box, there is a small card.

On the back of the card, the usage of the three bottles of potion was described in detail, and it was repeatedly stated "only for self-defense, do not use it lightly".

On the front of the card, two sentences were written:

"Stay away from fighting and keep yourself safe."

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

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

"Where is 'somewhat late'? It's obviously more than a month late!" She wiped away the unstoppable tears, but a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

Yes, although her birthday will always be forgotten, and she has always shown a look of indifference. But there is one person who has never missed it once, and that is Maca.

But how did Hermione know that Maca, who has always paid attention to maintaining friendship, rarely misses other people's birthdays. Even for Dumbledore, he took some effort to find out the time of his birthday!

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