Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 164: I can’t guess the lion heart

About the Goblet of Fire accident, most of the students seemed a bit aggrieved, but this did not include the group of cubs at Gryffindor College.

When Harry and Hermione walked all the way to the common room and the portrait was opened, the sudden noise in their ears shook them almost on their backs.

Next, he only knew that he was dragged into the common room with about a dozen hands, facing all the students in Gryffindor College. They were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.

Obviously, the cubs who have always united are always more excited than unwilling to have two warriors in their academy.

"You should tell us that you signed up!" Fred Weasley yelled. He looked half angry and half excited.

"How can you make it through without a beard?" George Weasley yelled similarly.

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

Harry didn't think he knew how to explain it, because he himself was confused! And Hermione lowered her head, letting her tousled hair cover her face.

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

"Yeah! Better than having Diggory of Hufflepuff as a Warrior, Harry!" screamed Katie Bell, who is also a chaser for the Gryffindor team.

"We prepared something to eat, Harry, Hermione, come over and eat some—"

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

Hermione walked through the crowd without saying a word, leaving everyone behind and heading to the girls' bedroom.

However, it is the boys who make the most noise, especially the Weasley twin brothers. They seemed unsuitable to stop Hermione forcibly, so they all focused on Harry.

No one wants to hear him say that he is not hungry, no one wants to hear him say that he didn't put his name in the goblet, it seems that no one noticed him and he didn't have the emotion to celebrate it.

Everyone wants to know how he did it, how he lied to Dumbledore’s age line and threw his name into the goblet...

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

But everyone ignored it, as if he didn't say anything.

"I'm tired!" After about half an hour, he finally couldn't bear it, and shouted, "No, really, 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 insisted repeatedly that he needed to sleep, and nearly knocked to the ground the two crivey brothers who were trying to intercept him at the top of the stairs. Finally, he finally got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

To his great relief, he found that Ron was lying on the bed with his clothes, and he was the only person in the dormitory. When Harry closed the door heavily, Ron looked up.

"Where have you been?" Harry said.

"Oh, hello." Ron said.

Ron smiled, but it was a very awkward, reluctant smile.

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

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

"So," Ron said when Harry finally took off the flag and threw it into the corner, "Congratulations... I mean, congratulations."

"What do you mean, congratulations?" Harry said, looking at Ron.

At this moment, Ron's smile was obviously a bit wrong, and he looked at Harry as if looking at something irrelevant.

"Nothing...no one has crossed the age line," Ron said, "not even Fred and George. What did you and Hermione use—invisibility cloak?"

"The Invisibility Cloak can't let us cross that line." Harry looked at Ron's expression, an uncomfortable feeling spontaneously arose.

"Oh, sorry," Ron said, "I thought you used the invisibility cloak together... because the invisibility cloak can cover two people at the same time, right? So, you have found something else Way, right?"

"Listen," Harry said, "I didn't put my name in that goblet, and I don't think Hermione did either—she was very upset today and refused to talk to anyone."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

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

Ron's tone was strange, as if he was thinking about issues for Harry, but with a hint of inexplicable uneasiness.

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know," Harry said, and he thought the following words sounded sensational, like acting, "To kill me."

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

"It’s okay, you know, you can tell me the truth." He said, "If you don’t want to let others know, that’s fine, but I don’t understand why you lied. You didn’t get in the way. Trouble, isn't it?"

"The fat lady’s friend, that Violet, she has told us all that Dumbledore has made you selected. Yes, you and Hermione, a thousand gallons of prize money, right? ? And there is no need to take the year-end exam..."

"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" Harry said, and he began to feel annoyed.

"Really, okay," Ron pursed his lips, "but you mentioned it this morning, you said you can start last night, no one will see you...you know, I'm not a fool ."

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

"Really?" The smile on Ron's face disappeared without a trace now, whether it was reluctant or sincere. "Seriously, I feel that I have misunderstood Maca in the past. I'm sorry-I'm very sorry. Although he always does things mysteriously, he never plays with others when he should be upright!"

After that, he yanked the drapery over to cover his four-poster bed, leaving Harry alone by the door, staring at the crimson drapery in a daze.

He thought that several people would believe him, and one of them was behind the curtain.

After tossing around in bed for a long time, Harry finally fell asleep in a daze.

However, Ron, who was opposite, kept staring at the drapery. In his heart, he was filled with endless boredom.

"Harry and Hermione...Harry and Hermione...Why are they like this? They left me behind and became warriors together...Why is this?"

It feels like countless bugs crawling around in his heart. He wants to scratch, but he can't. This upset mood drove him crazy.

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

……

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

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

The feeling of being wronged is too uncomfortable, and it also hits her most insistent principle, for no reason and without warning. She felt like she was hit by a bomb, caught off guard, and she had no time to think about anything.

It turns out 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.

In the middle of the night, her roommate saw that she couldn't persuade her, and had already gone back to bed to sleep, and suddenly a slight noise broke the tranquility of the night.

Hermione didn't move, because she had been immersed in the blank inner world, and she didn't hear it at all at this moment.

However, the noise continued, and something seemed to be knocking on the window. It kept ringing, as if no one would pay attention to it.

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

It took a long time before she recognized that it was an owl she hadn't seen before, and it seemed to hold some package under its paws.

Hermione pushed the quilt aside, only to realize that she got into the quilt without changing clothes at all.

She pursed her mouth, stroked her rumpled school gown at will, then walked to the window and put the owl in.

The owl gave a "cuckoo", then put down the package and turned and flew away.

Hermione looked out the window. Hogwarts at night was as dark as usual, and a crescent moon was hanging silently in the clouds in midair.

She lifted the package under the faint moonlight and looked around, but found that the sender was not identified, only the lonely "To Miss Hermione Granger" was scribbled at the top of the package. bottom.

"Who sent the package?"

Hermione opened the package with some doubts.

They were three gloomy bottles of black medicine. They were tied together and packed very carefully in a big box filled with cotton. On the top of the box, there is also a small card.

On the back of the card~IndoMTL.com~, the usage of these three potions is described in detail, and "just for self-defense, do not use lightly".

On the front of the card, I wrote two sentences:

"Stay away from the fight, save yourself."

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

Hermione bit her lip, tears in her eyes overflowing unconsciously.

"Where is'somewhat late', it is clearly more than a month late!" She wiped the unstoppable tears, but a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

Yes, although her birthday will always be forgotten, and she has always appeared to be indifferent. But there is one person who never missed it once, and that is Maca.

But where did Hermione know that Maca, who has always focused on maintaining friendships, rarely misses someone’s birthday. Even if it was Dumbledore, he had spent some time inquiring about the birthday time!

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