Harry...... You...... You okay? ”

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

"What do you think?" Harry said coldly.

Ron pursed his lips and lowered his head, a flash of struggle flashing across his face hidden in the shadows. Then he looked up again, at Harry and then at Hermione, and the annoyance that had been temporarily suppressed by fear of Harry was stirring up again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I have found out from today's events that I did misunderstand you......" he continued suddenly with indignation, "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.

"Say what you want to say, keep it in your heart, and others will never know." Maca, who had been silent beside her, suddenly said this.

Ron, who was originally unwilling, immediately glanced at Maca in horror after hearing this.

"What...... No, I ......" he was so nervous that he could barely speak, "I don't, you ...... No, no, you can't possibly know what I'm thinking. ”

Harry's originally cold expression also turned into confusion because of Ron's sudden panic; And the same goes for Hermione, who stood aside and always wanted to speak.

"You're always going to have misunderstandings about others, I thought you knew it very well," Maca said, spreading her hands, "If you have something in your heart and don't explain it, others will also misunderstand you, won't they?" ”

Ron looked at Maca with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Hermione secretly, and said, "But...... I can't say it......"

"Then you're admitting that there's something wrong with you?" Maca said calmly.

Ron was suddenly forced speechless by him, and his face was suddenly covered with regret.

“…… Tricks! He shouted.

Not far away, Fleur Delacour quietly observed the situation, and it seemed that she was interested in the gossip.

Maca looked at Ron and said seriously, "Everyone will have a few secrets that belong to them, and we can all understand this. But if you anger someone because of your secret......"

He said in an accentuated tone, "Ron, I'm sure you don't want to lose every true friend, right?" ”

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

Hermione stood nervously as she looked at this and at that.

“…… You're the least qualified to tell me this," he muttered quietly, then jerked his head up, "Harry, I'm sorry! We"

Harry knew Ron was going to apologize to him, and he suddenly found himself that he didn't need to listen to him.

"We're still friends," he said, while Ron hadn't said anything yet, "forget about it." ”

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

"Forget about it." Harry said.

Ron grinned at him uneasily, and Harry smiled at him in return.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly burst into tears.

"What's there to cry about!" Harry was puzzled and said to her.

"You two are stupid!" She cried out, stomping her feet on the ground with all her might, tears pouring down her chest.

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

When Hermione had hugged all three of them, she turned around and ran out of the emergency tent. There was a strange movement outside, not knowing whether it was crying or laughing, and it faded away as Hermione left.

"Both of them are one second, and when they come to me, it becomes three seconds......" The corners of Maca's mouth twitched slightly, and she muttered to herself in her heart, "It seems that you are in trouble unconsciously......"

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

Harry picked up the box and broomstick, feeling in such a good mood, he couldn't believe he was in such a good mood an hour ago.

They bowed their heads and walked out of the tent, and Ron followed, talking like a cannonball, and the silence seemed to suffocate him.

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

"By the way, speaking of which, and Maca! What's wrong with you? Why did you get into Azkaban? Was he really framed by the Ministry of Magic? Also, at the time of the World Cup final, you were ...... Seriously, you and those people...... That's kind of scary! I heard everyone talking about it secretly, but no one dared to say it openly! ”

"You mean the Death Eaters?" Maca shook her head and said meaningfully, "It's not something you should know, all you need to do is trust your good friend, that's all." ”

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

"When I say 'good friend', I don't mean myself, but the one next to you." Maca said casually, "I think your good friend should have something to tell you...... Of course, it's obviously not a good place to talk. ”

"You know?" Harry was surprised, "You know, Hermione and I didn't know until ......."

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

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

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

"The maximum rating for each person cannot exceed 10." Ron couldn't help but say.

They saw that Hermione was already waiting for them in the arena, her eyes looking a little red, but her spirit was obviously much more than at the beginning.

The referees gave each of the four Warriors what they thought was the most accurate scores, and when the scores were summed up, the audience gave them a round of applause and thanked them for bringing such a wonderful game to everyone.

In terms of the final total score, except for Hermione, who only scored 34 points, the other three scored not much worse:

Fleur is 38 points, the only 9 of which is given by Madame Maxime; Maca was 40 points, quickly finding the box to make up for his low-key performance; Harry, on the other hand, scored 43 points, and the brilliant battle with the fire dragon led Mr. Bagman to decisively give him a 10 points, and put him firmly in first place.

Harry and Ron talked as they returned to the tent in the resting area. It can be seen that Ron, who has left the gloom in his heart, has returned to his usual appearance, and has been talking excitedly.

"Well done everybody!" Ludo Bagman said he jumped briskly into the tent with a look of joy as if he had just slaughtered a dragon.

"Well, I just have a few words to say that the second project will start at half past nine in the morning on February 24 next year! Until then, you can rest for a long time."

"However, we have some questions for you to consider! Yes, the secret is hidden in the box! You have to find a way to open it that will tell you what the second project is and you can get ready! ”

Finally, he said loudly: "It's all clear, okay?" Alright, let's go! ”

That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the owl shack to find an owl for the school's common use. Harry wanted to bring Sirius a letter to tell him that he had slain a fire dragon with his own hands.

The letter was much longer and heavier than usual, and Harry couldn't help but describe to Sirius how he had gotten around the dragons, how he tossed and turned, how he dodged left and right, how he had sliced the dragon's neck with the Gryffindor sword.

Of course, by the way, I'll have to ask Blake, maybe he'll know why he's in that situation.

After they watched the owl disappear into the night sky, Ron hurriedly urged, "Alright, Harry, we'd better go downstairs to the surprise party for you, Fred and George must have stolen a lot of good food from the kitchen." ”

Sure enough, when they walked into the Gryffindor common room, there was another burst of cheers and commotion inside.

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

Lee Jordan set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air. Dean who is good at drawing? Thomas hung several eye-catching new banners, most of which depicted Harry slaying the dragon with his broomstick swinging his sword, but there were also two depictions of Hermione throwing her sword into the air.

Harry and the others called Maka, but Maka just waved her hand and left alone.

He'd been figuring out how to deal with the basilisk horn lately, which looked inconspicuous on the massive head of the basilisk, but when it was held in someone's hand, it was very large.

Although he had seen it in the sources, Salazar Slytherin had used it to make the core of his wand. But he had no idea what to do.

The basilisk's horns are solid, and there are no nerves inside, so it is impossible to see what to do with them. But now that 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 when he got it back, he put it on the cabinet at the head of the bed. The second project won't start until three months later, so there's a lot of time!

In December, it brought strong winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. The temperature is getting colder and colder, but the wonderful scene in the first project has made all the students who are talking about it forget the cold.