Chapter 175 Secret and Friendship

"Harry... are you... all right?"

Ron stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Harry, his face as pale as a freshly painted wall.

"What do you think?" Harry asked coldly.

Ron pursed his lips and lowered his head, a struggle flashed across his face hidden in the shadows. Then he raised his head again, looked at Harry, then at Hermione, and the boredom that had been temporarily suppressed because of worrying about Harry was stirred up again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Through today's incident, I found out that I did misunderstand you about certain things..." He suddenly continued angrily, "But"

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

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

"Just say what you want, if you keep it in your heart, others will never know." Maka, who had been silent by the side, suddenly said this.

After hearing these words, Ron, who was originally full of resignation, immediately looked at Maca in horror.

"What... no, I..." He was so nervous that he could hardly speak clearly, "I didn't, you... no, no, you can't possibly know what I'm thinking."

Harry's originally indifferent expression also turned into confusion because of Ron's sudden panic; and the same was true for Hermione, who was always standing aside, hesitant to speak.

"You always misunderstand others. I thought you already knew it very well." Maca spread his hands and said, "If you have something in your heart and don't explain it clearly, others will misunderstand you, right?"

Ron looked at Maca confusedly, then glanced at Hermione secretly, and said hesitantly, "But... I can't say it..."

"Then you admit that something is wrong?" Maca said calmly.

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

"... cheating!" he yelled.

Not far away, Fleur Delacour quietly observed the situation here, and it seemed that she was very interested in these gossips.

Maca looked at Ron and said seriously: "Everyone has a few secrets that only belong to them, and we can all understand that. However, if you blame others because of your own secrets..."

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

Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his struggle was evident.

Hermione stood nervously by, looking from one to the other.

"...you're the last person to tell me that," he muttered under his breath, before jerking his head up. "Harry, I'm sorry! We"

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

"We're still friends," he said hastily, before Ron could say anything, "forget about it."

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

"Forget about it," said Harry.

Ron grinned awkwardly at him, and Harry smiled back.

At this moment, Hermione burst into tears.

"What's there to cry about!" Harry told her, bewildered.

"You two are so stupid!" she cried, stamping her foot on the ground, tears trickling down her chest.

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

When Hermione hugged all three of them, she turned and sprinted out of the emergency tent. There was a faint strange movement outside, who didn't know whether it was crying or laughing, and it gradually faded away with Hermione's departure.

"Both of them are one second, but to me it becomes three seconds..." Maca twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and muttered to himself, "It seems that they got into trouble without knowing it..."

"She's crazy," Ron subconsciously glanced at Maca, shook his head again and said, "Harry, Maca, let's go, they're going to rate you..."

Harry picked up the box and the broomstick,

He felt extremely happy. An hour ago, he couldn't believe that he would be in such a good mood.

They walked out of the tent with their heads bowed, Ron beside them, chattering like a cannonball, and the reticence of this time seemed to be suffocating him.

"Harry, you were the best just now! No one is as good as you! You actually killed a dragon... But, at the end, what happened to you? That really didn't look right... ..."

"By the way, speaking of this, there is also Maca! What happened to 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... that's really scary! I heard everyone talking about it secretly, but no one dared to say it out loud!"

"Are you talking about those Death Eaters?" Maca shook his head and said meaningfully, "This is not something you should know. All you need to do is trust your good friend, that's all."

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

"The 'good friend' I mean doesn't mean me, but the one next to you." Maca said casually, "I think your good friend should have something to tell you...Of course, this place is obviously not a Great place to talk."

"You know?" Harry asked in surprise, "You know, Hermione and I only knew about it not long ago..."

"I don't know." Maca squeezed a mysterious smile at Harry, and he continued, "I don't want to know either."

At this time, they had come to the edge of the field.

The fire dragons in the arena had been removed, and they could see the five referees sitting to the right, on raised golden chairs.

"Everyone's highest score cannot exceed ten." Ron said involuntarily.

They saw that Hermione was already waiting for them in the arena. Her eye sockets looked a little red, but she was obviously more energetic than before.

The referees gave the four warriors their most accurate scores in turn. When the scores were summed up, the audience gave them warm applause, thanking them for bringing everyone such a wonderful game.

As far as the final total score is concerned, except for Hermione who only scored 34 points, the scores of the other three are not much different:

Fleur is 38 points, the only 9 of which is given by Madame Maxime; Maca is 40 points, quickly finding the box to make up for his low-key performance; and Harry is 43 points, and the wonderful fight with the dragon Lemba Mr. Gehman decisively gave a 10 points, making him firmly in the first place.

While Harry and Ron were talking, they returned to the tent in the rest area with everyone. It could be seen that Ron, who had thrown away the gloom in his heart, returned to his usual appearance, talking excitedly all the time.

"Well done everyone!" said Ludo Bagman, jumping briskly into the tent, looking as happy as if he had just slain a dragon.

"Well, I just have a few words to say that the second project will start at 9:30 am on February 24 next year! Until then, you can rest for a long time"

"However, we will leave some questions for you to consider! Yes, the secret is hidden in the box! You must find a way to open it. It will tell you what the second item is, and you can prepare!"

Finally, he said loudly: "Is everything clear, no problem? Alright, let's go!"

That night, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the owl shack to find a school owl. Harry wanted to send a letter to Sirius telling him that he had killed a dragon with his own hands.

The letter was much longer and heavier than usual, and Harry couldn't help but describe to Sirius in detail how he dealt with several fire dragons, how he tossed and turned, dodged left and right, how he held Gryffin The multi-treasure sword sliced ​​open the fire dragon's neck.

Of course, by the way, you have to ask Black, maybe he will know why he is in that situation.

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

Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room, there was another round of cheers and uproar inside.

Tables and chairs were piled high with mountains of cake, jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Jordan Lee set off some Filipard fireworks, and there were many stars and sparks in the air. Dean Thomas, who is good at drawing, has put up several eye-catching new banners, most of which show Harry riding a broom and slaying a dragon with his sword, although two show Hermione throwing the sword into the air screen.

Harry and the others also called Maca, but at that time Maca just waved his hand and left alone.

He's been trying to figure out how to deal with that basilisk horn lately. It looks inconspicuous on the huge basilisk's head, but when it's held in someone's hand, it looks very large.

Although he had seen it in the literature, Salazar Slytherin had used it to make the core of the wand. But how to do it, he has no idea.

The horn of the basilisk is solid, and there is no nerve inside, so it is impossible to see how to deal with it. But since Salazar has done it, it means that there will always be a way, but he hasn't thought of it yet.

As for the box he got in the first project, he didn't even look at it, and put it directly on the bedside cabinet when he took it back. The second project will start in three months, so there is plenty of time!

December brought high winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. The temperature is getting lower and lower, but the wonderful scene in the first project made all the students who talked about it forget the cold.

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