Gryffindor Common Room,

After the commotion, it was a mess.

Harry was alone on the couch in the fireplace, waiting for Ron.

He decided to have a showdown with Ron. He just couldn't stand this cold war.

In William's words: It's called cold violence.

It dawned on Harry now that Ron was a master of cold violence. Or rather, he is particularly fond of using cold violence.

When she was in first grade, she isolated Hermione and said bad things about her behind her back, which she heard.

Then, Hermione went to the bathroom on Halloween and cried all afternoon and ran into a troll.

Akali Mystery Shop sells Malfoy stuff, and he blames the twins. Then, he took the initiative to agree to Malfoy's duel and went on a night tour in the middle of the night.

As a result, he was pursued by Filch and ran into Luwe.

In the third year, because of Crook Hill and Spotted, he ignored Hermione. As it turned out, Crook Hill found a spotted anomaly.

Now, because of the warriors......

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

It's all at this point, and Ron hasn't come back yet. It should be said...... He hadn't come back since Bagman told him to stay.

Naturally, the evening celebrations were also missed.

Harry was about to go out when there was a creaking sound at the door.

The Fat Lady spun forward, and Ron crawled in through the hole in the portrait.

His wounds were almost healed, but his face was very pale and his head was covered with dust.

He froze at the sight of Harry.

"Where have you been?" Harry jumped to his feet and asked eagerly. "I've been waiting for you!"

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

He was still wearing tattered robes, as if frozen.

Harry hurriedly said, "Come and sit, it's warm in the fireplace!" ”

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

"Ron, I'd like to talk to you." Harry plucked up his courage.

"It's time for us to reconsider our relationship, I don't want to go on like this.

Otherwise, the two of us will drift apart and never go back......"

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

"What?" Harry thought he had misheard.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." Ron bowed his head and said, "I shouldn't have believed the Skeeter's report.

I was so stupid. ”

"You've finally figured it out?" Harry exasperated, "It's been long enough. ”

"It's good to understand, forget about it, let's start over, shall we?"

Ron nodded, looking sadly at his robes.

After a while, he said in a sullen voice, "This is the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life."

When I faced the fire dragon, my mind was a mess. ”

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

"The other two projects can't be so dangerous, absolutely impossible." Harry reassured.

That's all he can say, or else he can ...... It's harder in the back?!

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

"The house held a celebration to celebrate Hermione's number one. And George he ......"

Harry shut up abruptly, realizing that he had said the wrong thing again, and glanced cautiously at Ron.

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

"It really should be celebrated, both Hermione and George scored a lot of points......"

"yes." Harry chimed in.

"Hermione, have you already gone back to the dorm? Haven't congratulated her yet. Ron asked casually.

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

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

The girl seemed to say goodbye to someone, but it took several minutes of goodbye, and there were bursts of laughter in between, before it was completely over.

Harry and Ron turned their heads to look at the door, and soon saw Hermione walk in.

Her face was crimson, and she had a smile that she couldn't hide.

"Hey, you two haven't been back to the dorm yet?"

Hermione was also surprised to see that there were still people in the lounge at this point.

Normally, there are not many people.

"Why did you go?" Ron curious. "Came back so late and went on a night tour?"

"It's nothing, I've always come back at this point."

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

"Ron, I was about to tell you, but I never got a chance...... About that black magic today. ”

"I didn't know you couldn't use dark magic in the game." Ron obviously didn't want to mention it, and he said impatiently, "Otherwise I wouldn't have used it!" ”

"It's not a matter of knowing what you don't know! You used it once in your second year, and that time you almost killed Malfoy. Hermione shook her head.

"That's the dark magic taught by the mystery man, twice, it's time for you to remember the lesson! Never use his magic again! ”

"I know! Having said that today was just an accident! ”

Ron leaned back on the couch and said irritably, "I'll go to the principal early tomorrow morning and tell him that I'm not going to play in the next game." ”

"The selection of the Warriors by the Goblet of Fire is equivalent to signing a contract and must participate in the following games." Hermione didn't have a good time to say.

"Where you say you won't participate, you won't participate."

Seeing that Ron and Hermione were arguing again, Harry felt a terrible headache.

I knew I wouldn't be waiting here tonight.

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

In an instant, the scar left by Tom suddenly became in sharp pain. The pain was ten times stronger than before.

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

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

"Are you alright?" Hermione also asked hurriedly.

Harry rolled on the couch in pain, screaming incessantly.

His shout alarmed many students, and many rushed from the dormitory.

Harry was seen lying on the couch moaning while Ron was on the side...... Many people thought he had attacked Harry.

It's entirely possible.

Because Ron's reputation isn't very good right now. Everyone thought he was secretly learning dark arts.

"Was he attacked by Weasley?" A frightened voice said, "Do you want to call someone?" ”

"He needs to go to the hospital!" Another wizard was at a loss and said, "He looks like he's having a rabies attack." ”

", this is obviously epilepsy!"

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

"My name is William! He just sent me back, and I don't think it's been far! ”

Nicol invented a sound snail similar to a two-way mirror, which could not see people's faces, but could talk from a distance.

William transplanted this alchemy technique into the safety table.

William hadn't gone far, he hadn't even stepped out of the Gryffindor Tower when he heard Hermione's shout.

Two minutes later, William pushed aside the portrait of the Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor common room.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, and he walked over to Harry.

Harry was still screaming in pain.

William's wand tapped at him, then took out the tranquilizer and painkiller and poured them into his mouth.

It still hurt, but Harry gradually quieted down.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes with sweat on his face and said in horror:

"William, I see Tom!"

William's expression gradually became solemn, and he nodded, "Let's go, I'll take you to Professor Dumbledore." ”

"It's all gone." He looked up again and said, "Go back to sleep." ”

"William, do you need me to come with you?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No need, it's late, you're tired all afternoon, go back to bed early." William touched her head.

He waved his wand and turned Harry into a stretcher.

Harry sat on a stretcher and floated towards the door.

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The two soon arrived at the headmaster's office, and Harry got off the stretcher.

Harry covered his head, looked at the stone beast at the door, and asked worriedly, "William, do you know the password for the Headmaster's Office?" ”

"Yes." William said softly, "The headmaster usually uses his favorite snacks as a password, such as ...... Cockroach pile! ”

The monster suddenly came to life and jumped aside.

Harry froze.

"Cockroach pile?" He was surprised and said, "There are still people eating this thing......

"Dumbledore's tastes have always been unique." William shrugged.

The two walked through a gap in the wall and stepped up a spiraling stone staircase, the door closing behind them.

The staircase slowly ascended automatically, leading the two to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker on it.

William knocked on the door, and when no one answered, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The portraits of the principals in the office are empty, and the old principals who pretend to sleep during the day are gone.

Obviously, they also have a great nightlife.

Dumbledore didn't seem to be in the room, but on his desk, there was a stone basin.

"Fawkes, is Professor Dumbledore in there?" William looked at a shelf next to the table.

Fawkes was pouting his ass and grooming his tail feathers, and he didn't have time to talk to William.

William walked over, flexed his fingers, and flicked hard at its ass.

Not to mention, little things...... It's still elastic and quite strong, and it's all wavy.

Fawkes was furious, as if he wanted to spit out a mouthful of burning saliva from William,

William pulled out his favorite snack and handed it over.

Fawkes sighed, but didn't spit out the flame.

Harry stared at the stone basin and looked at the silver gas inside and asked, "What is this?" ”

"This? It's called the meditation basin. William approached and looked under the meditation basin.

He could see an interrogation room from the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to be interrogating.

It doesn't seem to be a private thing.

For example, the intimate past with Grindelwald......

Since it's not the principal's privacy, it's easy to do.

William said, "Let's go, your matter is urgent, let's go find Dumbledore inside." ”

His head touched the meditation basin and was the first to get in.

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