Chapter 164: Unpredictable Lion Heart

Most students seemed a little bit angry about the Goblet of Accident, but that didn't include the little lions from Gryffindor College.
When Harry and Hermione walked all the way to the common room and the portrait opened, the noise that suddenly poured into their ears shook them almost to their backs.
Then he only knew he was dragged into the common room by about a dozen hands, facing all the students at Gryffindor College. They were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.
Obviously, the little lions who have always been united are always more excited than they are unwilling to have two warriors in their college.
"You should tell us your name!" Roared Fred Weasley. He looked half annoyed and half excited.
"How can you get through without a beard?" George Weasley yelled.
"I didn't," Harry said, "I don't know how--"
Harry felt he didn't know what to explain, because he was confused, too! Hermione even hung her head, letting her disheveled hair cover her face.
Angelina rushed to them in a whirlwind and defended: "Oh, even if it's not possible for me, at least one of Gryffindor--"
"Yeah! It's better to be a warrior than Hitch Parchi's Diego, Harry!" Katie Bell screamed, and she was also a chaser on the Gryffindor team.
"We have something to eat, Harry and Hermione, come here and eat--"
"I'm not hungry. I ate enough at the party--"
Hermione walked through the crowd without saying a word, leaving the crowd and heading to the girl's bedroom.
However, the guys who were most upset were boys, especially the Weasley twins. They didn't seem well suited to forcibly stop Hermione, so they set their sights on Harry.
No one wants to hear him say he's not hungry, no one wants to hear him say he didn't put his name in the goblet, no one seems to notice that he has no emotion to celebrate it.
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 everyone ignored it, as if he didn't say anything.
"I'm tired!" After about half an hour, he finally shouted intolerably, "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 repeatedly insisted that he needed to sleep, and nearly knocked the two little Cliffe brothers who were trying to intercept him at the entrance of the stairs. Finally he finally got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.
To his great relief, he found Ron and his clothes lying on the bed, and he was alone in the dormitory. Ron looked up when Harry closed the door heavily.
"Where did you go?" Harry said.
"Oh, hello." Ron said.
Ron smiled, but it was a very awkward, barely smile.
Harry suddenly realized that he was still wearing the bright red Gryffindor flag that Lee Jordan had just tied 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 not right, he looked at Harry as if he was watching something irrelevant.
"Nothing ... no one else has crossed the age line," Ron said. "Not even Fred and George. What did you and Hermione use—invisible clothing?"
"It's impossible for the invisibility cloak to cross the line." Harry looked at Ron's expression, an uncomfortable feeling spontaneously emerged.
"Oh, sorry," Ron said, "I thought you used invisible clothes together ... because invisible clothes can cover two people at the same time, didn't you? So you found something else, right? ?"
"Listen," Harry said, "I didn't put my name in that goblet, and I don't think Hermione did-she was so frustrated today that she refused to talk to anyone."
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, none of you ... who would it be?" Ron squeezed a smile and said dryly, "Who would help others to become warriors for no reason?"
Ron's tone was strange, as if thinking about Harry, with a hint of uneasiness.
"Why do they do that?"
"I don't know," Harry said, and he thought the following sounded sensational, like acting, "For the sake of killing me."
Ron's eyebrows were raised so high that it 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, and you didn't cause trouble for it. is not it?"
"The friend of the fat lady, the Violette, she has told us all that Dumbledore has you selected. Yes, you, and Hermione, a thousand gallon bonus, right? And also No need to take the year-end exam ... "
"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" Harry said, and he was getting annoyed.
"Really, okay," Ron pursed his lips. "But you mentioned this morning that you said you could start last night. No one will see you ... you know, I'm not a fool."
"You do leave that impression on me now," Harry said angrily.
"Really?" The smile on Ron's face disappeared now, barely or sincerely. "Seriously, I'm sorry I had misunderstood Maca in the past— —I'm very sorry. Although he always works mysteriously, but he should never play tricks with others when he should be bright! "
After all, he yanked the tent over to cover his four-poster bed, leaving Harry alone and standing by the door, staring at the crimson tent in a daze.
He had thought that several people would surely believe in himself, and one of them was behind the tent.
It took a long time to toss and turn on the bed before Harry finally fell asleep.
However, Ron on the other side kept staring at the tent, and in his heart was endless boredom.
"Harry and Hermione ... Harry and Hermione ... Why is this? They left me and became warriors together ... Why is this?"
It felt like there were countless bugs crawling in his heart. He wanted to scratch it, but he couldn't. This disturbed mood was driving him crazy.
All night, Ron stared at his bloodshot eyes, not asleep at all.
...
On the other side, Hermione has been burying herself in the quilt ever since she returned to the bedroom.
She didn't know what she was thinking or what she should think, and her head was blank.
The feeling of being wronged is too uncomfortable, and it is also in line with her most adhered to the principle, for no reason, no warning. She seemed to be hit by a bomb, caught off guard, and had no time to think.
It turns out that, no matter how clever she is, she is just an extremely strong girl. Faced with sudden grievances, she even forgot how to respond.
Until late at night, her roommate could not persuade her and had gone back to bed to sleep, suddenly a slight noise broke the night's tranquility.
Hermione didn't move, because she had been immersed in the blank inner world and didn't hear it at all.
However, the noise continued, as if something was knocking on the window. It keeps ringing, as if no one has swear by it.
Hermione in the quilt finally noticed the movement, she moved slightly, opened the quilt and stared blankly toward the bedroom window.
It took a long time for her to recognize that it was an owl she had never seen before, and it seemed to be holding a parcel under its paw.
Hermione pushed the quilt aside, only to find that she got into the bed without changing clothes at all.
She pursed her lips, stroked the wrinkled school robe at will, and went to the window to put the owl in.
The owl "cooed", dropped the parcel and turned away.
Hermione looked out of the window. Hogwarts at night was as dark as usual, and in the air, a round of crescent was hanging silently in the clouds.
She lifted the parcel and looked around by faint moonlight, but found that the sender was not identified, only a solitary "to Miss Hermione Granger" word scrawled on the bottom of the parcel.
"Who sent the parcel?"
Hermione opened the parcel with a little confusion.
There were three bottles of black medicine glowing with dim light. They were bundled together and packed very carefully in a large box filled with cotton. On the top of the box is a small card.
On the back of the card ~ EbookFREE.me ~, the use of these three potions is described in detail, and it is repeatedly stated "for self-defense only, do not use it lightly".
On the front of the card, two sentences were written:
"Away from the fight, save yourself."
"Although it's a bit late, happy birthday."
Hermione bit her lip, and the tears in her eyes burst unconsciously.
"Where's 'some late', it's obviously more than a month late!" She wiped her tears, but a long-lost smile appeared on her face.
Yes, although her birthday is always forgotten, she always shows a careless look. But one person never missed it, and that was Maca.
But where does Hermione know that Maca, who has always focused on maintaining friends, rarely misses someone else's birthday. Even Dumbledore had spent some time inquiring about his birthday!
So far, Dumbledore has received different styles of wool socks for four consecutive years.