Gryffindor Common Lounge,

After the fun, it was a mess.

Harry was alone sitting in front of the sofa at the fireplace, waiting for Ron.

He decided to show up with Ron. He really couldn't stand this cold war.

In William's words: This is called cold violence.

Harry just now suddenly realized that Ron is a master of cold violence. In other words, he particularly likes to use cold violence.

In the first grade, she was isolated from Hermione and said bad things about her behind her back. She heard it.

Then, Hermione went to the bathroom for a whole afternoon to cry on Halloween, and met the giant monster.

Akali's mysterious store sells Malfoy things, and he accused the twins. Then, he offered to Malfoy's duel and went for a night tour in the middle of the night.

As a result, he was chased by Felch and encountered Lou Wei.

In the third grade, because of Crook Hill and Banban, she ignored Hermione. As it turned out, Crook Hill found a scorching abnormality.

Now, because of the Warriors...

Harry sighed and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's all this, Ron hasn't come back yet. It should be said... he hasn't come back since Bagman asked him to stay.

Of course I missed the evening celebration.

Harry was about to go out when a creaking sound came from the door.

The fat lady turned forward and Ron crawled in through the entrance of the portrait cave.

His injuries were almost healed, but his face was very pale and dusty on his head.

Seeing Harry, he was stunned.

"Where have you been?" Harry jumped up and asked anxiously. "I've been waiting for you!"

Ron didn't speak, and after a moment, he muttered, "Take a walk."

He was also wearing a torn robe, as if he was frozen.

Harry hurriedly said, "Come and sit here, the fireplace is warm!"

Ron walked to the fireside and slumped into the chair farthest from Harry, not daring to look at him.

"Ron, I want to talk to you." Harry mustered up the courage.

“It’s time for us to rethink our relationship, I don’t want to continue like this.

Otherwise, we will gradually get farther and never go back to the past..."

"I'm sorry." Ron murmured as he looked at his toes.

"What?" Harry thought he had heard it wrong.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you." Ron lowered his head and said, "I shouldn't believe the report of Skitt's woman.

I was so stupid at that time."

"You finally figured it out?" Harry said angrily, "It's been a long enough time."

"Just understand, forget about this, let's start over, okay?"

Ron nodded and looked at his robe sadly.

After a while, he said in a muffled voice: "This is the worst time I have ever felt in my life.

When I was facing the Fire Dragon, my mind was filled with mud."

He looked at the fire and murmured, "I shouldn't be a warrior...I regret it."

"The other two projects cannot be so dangerous, absolutely impossible." Harry comforted.

He can only say that, otherwise he can say...it will be even more difficult later?!

"Thank you, Harry, I'm in a much better mood." Ron looked around and said, "What's going on here? So much garbage?"

"The Academy held a celebration, celebrating Hermione's first place. And George he..."

Harry suddenly shut up, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing again, and glanced at Ron carefully.

When Ron heard the celebration, his face was indeed a little reluctant. He pulled out an ugly smile:

"It should indeed be celebrated, Hermione and George both scored quite a bit..."

"Yes." Harry echoed.

"Where is Hermione, have you returned to the dormitory? No congratulations to her yet." Ron asked casually.

"She seemed to be out halfway through the celebration and hasn't come back yet..." Harry shook his head.

The portrait of the fat lady suddenly pushed away, and a familiar female voice came.

The girl seemed to say goodbye to someone else, but after saying goodbye for several minutes, there were bursts of laughter during this period, and it was completely over.

Harry and Ron turned their heads and looked at the door, and soon saw Hermione walking in.

Her face was flushed and she had an unconcealed smile.

"Hey, you two haven't returned to the dormitory yet?"

Hermione was also surprised to see someone else in the lounge at this point.

Usually, there are no people.

"What are you doing?" Ron said curiously. "I'm back so late, have you gone to the night tour?"

"What's wrong, I've always been back at this point."

Hermione sat down on the sofa. She curled her smile and stared at Ron, her tone slowly becoming as stern as Professor McGonagall:

"Ron, I was about to tell you that I haven't found a chance...about the dark magic today."

"I don't know that black magic can't be used in the game." Ron obviously didn't want to mention this matter, and he said impatiently, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to use it!"

"This is not a question of whether you know or not! You used it once in the second grade, and that time I almost killed Malfoy." Hermione shook her head.

"That's the dark magic taught by the mysterious man. It's twice. You should remember to teach your lesson! Never use his magic again!"

"I know! I said today was just an accident!"

Ron leaned against the sofa and said irritably, "I'll go to the principal tomorrow morning and tell him that I won't participate in the subsequent competition."

"If you choose the Warriors in the Goblet of Fire, it is equivalent to signing a contract and you must participate in the subsequent game." Hermione said angrily.

"You said you wouldn't participate, but you wouldn't participate."

Seeing that Ron had a quarrel with Hermione again, Harry felt a headache.

I would have known that I would not be waiting here tonight.

He rubbed his forehead. There were two or two scars on it. They were left by Voldemort and Tom.

In an instant, the scar left by Tom suddenly started to hurt severely. The pain was ten times stronger than before.

He covered his face with his hands. The scar was still burning and hurting, as if it was about to explode, causing his tears to hurt.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron seemed to be frightened. "How are you?"

"Is it okay?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

Harry rolled on the sofa in pain, shouting non-stop.

His screams alarmed many students, and many people rushed over from the dormitory.

Seeing Harry lying on the sofa and moaning, Ron was on one side... Many people thought he had attacked Harry.

This is entirely possible.

Because Ron's reputation is not very good now. Everyone thinks he is secretly learning black magic.

"Has he been attacked by Weasley?" a horrified voice said, "Do you want to call someone?"

"He needs to go to the hospital!" Another wizard said at a loss: "He looks like he has a rabies attack."

"Nonsense, this is obviously epilepsy!"

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, exposed a safety watch, and hurriedly said:

"I'm going to call William! He just sent me back, probably not far away!"

Nico invented a sound transmission snail similar to a double-sided mirror, which cannot see human faces, but can talk to each other from a distance.

William also transplanted this alchemy technology into the safety table.

William did not go far, he didn't even walk out of the Gryffindor Tower, and he heard Hermione's shout.

Two minutes later, William pushed away the portrait of Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor lounge.

The crowd automatically made way and he walked to Harry.

Harry was still screaming in pain.
To be continued...