Harry pursed his lips and blinked again, and then he figured out what Sirius was doing as if he were the enemy—Sirius thought that Voldemort had become active, and that he would definitely do something, and the first person he would not let go of was himself.

Now, the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts has gone into trouble, and the truth behind it is confusing and involves his closest friend Hermione, and Sirius is afraid that he will make some impulsive move and put himself in danger.

Harry was annoyed that Sirius wouldn't treat him like a child who didn't understand anything, but he still hadn't changed his mind.

Hermione, sensing Harry's unhappiness, gently touched Harry's arm, motioning for Harry to take a closer look at Sirius.

Sirius, who was sitting there, was also looking at Harry's place, his eyes looking a little melancholy, and the whole person seemed to be a little cautious. Harry's heart skipped a pound at his sight, and his eyes lit up. In the album that Hagrid gave him, Sirius, who was the best man when his parents got married, was also a handsome young man who was full of spirits, and now, the man sitting next to him is no longer as heroic as he once was.

He looked a little old, and instead of being fearless, he had something to worry about.

"Okay--"

Harry couldn't say no to anything, and he muttered in a low voice in annoyance,

"I'm trying not to do it, can I?"

Hermione burst out laughing, it wasn't easy for Harry to make him say that.

"Oh, the proper adventure can continue—"

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, his back straightened all of a sudden, and a big smile spread across his face,

"I guess you didn't have lunch, did you?"

"Excuse me," Sirius said, holding his hand aloft to Mrs. Rosmerta behind the bar, "boss, can you bring me something to eat?" I'm hungry, I want more! ”

Soon, Mrs. Rosmerta brought a fragrant chicken sandwich, and Harry and Hermione were indeed hungry, they were at a rapidly developing age, both physically and magically, which made them have a great need for energy, and when Mrs. Rosmerta turned around, the two of them looked around for a while, and then couldn't wait to reach out urgently from under the invisibility cloak.

Listening to the rapid chewing sound, Sirius smiled and asked casually,

"By the way, I just forgot to ask, why didn't Ron come with you, is it because Jaime's invisibility cloak can't fit the three of you anymore?"

Hermione's expression suddenly became unnatural, and although she knew Sirius couldn't see her eyes, she still had a dodge in her eyes.

"Hmm-"

Harry struggled to swallow his food, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone,

"I called him, but he didn't want to come, he borrowed the firebolt and said he wanted to play Quidditch--"

"Oh" The smile on Sirius' face faded a little, and he raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "Hasn't Ron been happy lately?" ”

Thankfully, there were a lot of customers in the bar now, and all kinds of noisy sounds were intertwined with a bang, and no one noticed the violent coughing sound of Harry choking on food, he took a few sips of the butterbeer that Sirius had secretly stuffed under the invisibility cloak, and Hermione kept patting him on the back, and Harry, who was flushed, finally relieved.

"How would you know!"

Harry gasped for breath and looked at Sirius in astonishment.

"Isn't that obvious?"

Realizing that Harry was so surprised, Sirius didn't feel complacent, but instead looked a little worried,

"Harry, Hermione, and Ron, the three of you have always been the closest friends, Harry, you have always been the most famous of the three of you, needless to say, and now, Hermione has also become a Warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, and according to what I've heard, this tournament will have a bigger impact than ever.

Amosta seems to have partnered with the elves to allow them to broadcast the game in other European countries, and the reason why the Daily Prophet didn't interview you, Hermione, is because they've been focusing on promoting it lately, which means that once the game starts, Hermione will also be famous all over the world, so Ron will be the only one left in obscurity. He's not going to feel good, is he? ”

Sirius's brow furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of worry,

"From what I know of Ron, he's not a particularly open-minded and stress-tolerant wizard, so of course he's a little unhappy, but I thought you'd have had a deep conversation, what, didn't you?"

Harry looked at Hermione, only to see that Hermione was so close that she was curling her neck and didn't dare to respond to his eyes, and then, Harry slowly turned his head, his mouth slightly open, his eyes looked confused,

"What are you talking about, Sirius?"

Sirius breathed for a moment, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said a little helplessly,

"Didn't you realize, Harry, that Ron is likely to be jealous of you and Hermione?"

Ron was jealous

Harry's green eyes widened, and the figures of the pedestrians in the bar, including Hermione and Sirius, who were all living in another world, had become hazy.

Harry's frozen mind was still flowing slowly, from the moment Hermione's name rang out in the Great Hall a week ago until he had just left Hogwarts, and gradually reminisced about the past few days of Ron. Gradually, his mind was filled with dull faces—

"Jealousy."

Harry felt a fire burning in his chest, scorching and suffocating,

"Jealous of what?" Harry whispered, "Jealous of my ugly scar that was stared at everywhere I went, or jealous of someone who was eyeing Hermione and planning to kill her in the tournament event--"

Neither Sirius nor Hermione spoke, and Harry continued to say to himself,

"Stupid, I thought he had been worried about Hermione. Maybe a little scared, but he's so stupid to be jealous and unwilling to deal with us."

Harry crunched his fists, his green eyes glinting with fire, and he slowly turned his head to look at Hermione, and then he saw a sad look on Hermione's handsome face.

"You've been aware of that for a long time, haven't you?" Harry said, "When?" ”

Hermione continued to be silent for a moment, "From that night when I returned to Gryffindor Tower."

Harry's breathing suddenly became chaotic, he couldn't believe that there was such a serious rift in his friendship that he thought was solid, and that Hermione and Ron had long known that he was the only one who was kept in the dark like a fool!

"Why," Harry said through gritted teeth, "why didn't you tell me--"

Tears rolled in Hermione's eyes, she didn't know how to answer the question, what could she say?

The heavy aura under the invisibility cloak made Sirius judge Harry's mood at the moment, hesitated, and said softly,

"Perhaps, you do need to have a frank conversation, Harry, and I think you two need to talk to Ron. Can't ignore the thoughts of friends. You all know about me, Remus, and your dad James and Peter, and I've been thinking about it occasionally lately, Harry, if we could have paid more attention to Peter when we were at Hogwarts. Perhaps, in the end, he will be able to get on the right path--"

Harry glared at Sirius in disbelief - Peter's betrayal led to the death of his parents at the hands of Voldemort, and Sirius was imprisoned for it, and Harry knew how much Sirius hated this man, but he didn't expect to hear such words from Sirius one day.

"I'll talk to Ron!"

Harry slammed to his feet, and the Cloak of Invisibility slipped off his body, revealing Hermione. The villagers and students around them stared at him in amazement, and Harry ignored the stares, gritting his teeth and gasping for breath.

"But before I do, I'm going to swell his nose first, maybe that will make his head shine!"

"Harry!"

With that, Harry grabbed his cloak of invisibility and ran out the door, Hermione tried to grab him, but only grabbed the corner of his coat, and then watched the corner slip through his fingers.

Harry ignored those curious peeps, the fire burning in his heart seemed to ignite his whole being, he couldn't believe that Ron could have such stupid thoughts, especially since his act of hiding them looked more like betrayal in Harry's eyes!

And just as he was about to push the door open, a man outside the bar opened the door and was about to enter the three-broom bar, Harry couldn't stop for a moment and slammed into it, and the person who was about to walk in was obviously not as powerful as Harry, she let out a cry of pain, and almost crashed into the arms of the man who was following her in an upside-down position!

Amosta helped Fleur, who had suddenly fallen into his arms, at Fleur, who was crying with painful eyes, and at Fleur's bleeding nose, and then at Harry, who was holding the bar and covering his head, and lost his voice

(End of chapter)