"Harry... are you... okay?"
Ron stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Harry, his face as pale as the newly painted wall.
"What do you think?" Harry said coldly.
Ron pursed his lips and lowered his head, a trace of struggle flashed on his face hidden in the shadows. Then he raised his head again, looked at Harry, and then at Hermione, and the annoyance that had been temporarily suppressed because of worry about Harry stirred up again.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Through what happened today, I discovered that I did misunderstand you about certain things..." He suddenly continued angrily, "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 that easy to talk about.
"Just say what you want to say, and keep it in your heart, and others will never know." Maka, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said this.
Ron, who was originally full of unwillingness, immediately looked at Maka in horror after hearing these words.
"What... no, I..." He was so nervous that he could hardly speak, "I didn't, you... no, no, you can't know what I'm thinking."
Harry's original cold expression turned into confusion because of Ron's sudden panic; and the same was true for Hermione, who was standing aside and hesitated to speak.
"You will always misunderstand others. I thought you already knew it very well -" Maka spread her hands and said, "If you have something in your heart and don't explain it clearly, others will also misunderstand you, right?"
Ron looked at Maka with a troubled expression, then secretly glanced at Hermione, and said hesitantly: "But... I can't say it..."
"Then you just admit that there is something on your mind?" Maka said calmly.
Ron was immediately speechless by him, and his face was suddenly filled with regret.
"...cheating!" he shouted.
Not far away, Fleur Delacour was quietly observing the situation here, and it seemed that she was very interested in these gossips.
Maca looked at Ron and said seriously: "Everyone has a few secrets that belong only to themselves. We all can understand this. However, if you anger others because of your own secrets... "
He emphasized his tone and said: "Ron, I believe you don't want to lose every true friend, right?"
Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his struggle clearly evident.
Hermione stood nervously, looking from one side to the other.
"...You are the last person to tell me this," he muttered quietly, then raised his head suddenly, "Harry, I'm sorry! We-"
Harry knew Ron was going to apologize to him, and he suddenly realized he didn't need to hear it.
"We are still friends," he said quickly before Ron could say anything, "forget about this."
"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't—"
"Forget about it," said Harry.
Ron smiled at him with an uneasy grin, and Harry smiled back.
At this moment, Hermione suddenly started crying.
"What's there to cry about!" Harry felt confused and said to her.
"You two are so stupid!" she shouted loudly, stamping her feet on the ground, tears streaming down her chest.
Then, before they could stop her, she gave each of them a hug, and then took advantage of the situation to hug Maka who was sitting aside.
When Hermione had hugged all three of them, she turned around and ran out of the first aid tent. There was a faint and strange movement outside, whether it was crying or laughing, and it gradually faded away as Hermione left.
"It takes one second for both of them, but when it comes to me, it becomes three seconds..." Maka twitched the corner of her mouth slightly and muttered secretly in her heart, "It seems that I got into trouble without knowing it..."
"She's crazy," Ron glanced at Maka subconsciously, shook his head and said, "Harry, Maka. Let's go, they are going to grade you..."
Harry picked up the box and broomstick, feeling extremely happy. He had not believed he was in such a good mood an hour ago.
They bowed their heads and walked out of the tent, followed by Ron, talking like a barrage of words - the silence of this period seemed to be killing him.
"Harry, your performance just now was the best! No one is as powerful as you! You actually killed a dragon... But, what happened to you at the last moment? Something really seemed wrong..."
"By the way, speaking of this, there's Maka! What happened to you? Why did you end up in Azkaban? Was it really framed by the Ministry of Magic? Also, during the World Cup finals, you were... said Really, you and those people... That's really scary! I heard everyone secretly talking about it, but no one dared to say it openly! "
"Are you talking about those Death Eaters?" Maka shook her head and said meaningfully, "This is not something you should know. All you need to do is trust your good friends, that's all."
"Oh - well, I've always believed you, ever since that time - haven't I?" Ron shrugged.
"The 'good friend' I'm talking about doesn't mean myself, but the person next to you." Maka said casually, "I think your good friend should have something to tell you... Of course, this is obviously not a conversation. Great place.”
"You know?" Harry asked in surprise, "You know, Hermione and I just found out not long ago..."
"I don't know." Maka gave Harry a mysterious smile, and he continued, "I don't want to know either."
By this time, they had reached the edge of the field.
The fire dragons in the field had been removed, and they could see where the five referees were sitting - on the right, sitting on elevated golden chairs.
"Everyone's highest score cannot exceed ten points." Ron couldn't help but said.
They saw that Hermione was already waiting for them in the venue. Her eyes looked a little red, but she was obviously much more energetic than she was at the beginning.
The referees gave the four warriors the scores they thought were the most accurate in turn. When the scores were totaled, the audience gave them warm applause and thanked them for bringing everyone such a wonderful game.
Judging from the final total score, except for Hermione who only scored 34 points, the scores of the other three people were not much different:
Fleur scored 38 points, of which the only 9 points were given by Madame Maxime; Maka scored 40 points, and quickly found the box to make up for his low-key performance; while Harry scored 43 points, and his wonderful fight with the fire dragon made Ba Mr. Germann decisively gave him a score of 10, putting him firmly in first place.
Harry and Ron were talking as they returned to the tent in the rest area with everyone else. It can be seen that Ron, who had given up the gloom in his heart, returned to his usual appearance and kept talking happily.
"Well done to everyone!" said Ludo Bagman. He jumped into the tent briskly, looking as happy as if he had just killed a fire dragon.
"Okay, I only have a few words to say - the second project will start at 9:30 am on February 24 next year! Before that, 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 must find a way to open it - that will tell you what the second item is, so you can prepare!"
Finally, he said loudly: "Is everything clear? No problem? Okay, let's go!"
That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the Owlery to find a school owl. Harry wanted to send a letter to Sirius, telling him that he had killed a fire dragon with his own hands.
The letter was much longer and heavier than usual - Harry couldn't help but describe to Sirius in detail how he dealt with several fire dragons, how he moved around, dodged left and right, and how he held the box. Lanffindor's sword sliced open the fire dragon's neck.
Of course, you have to ask Blake by the way, maybe he will know why he is in that situation.
After they watched the owl disappear into the night sky, Ron urged: "Well, Harry, we'd better go downstairs to the surprise party in your honor - Fred and George must have stolen it from the kitchen. There’s less delicious food.”
Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room, cheers and noises erupted again.
There were mountains of cakes on the tables and chairs, as well as jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.
Lee Jordan set off some elaborate fireworks, and the air was filled with stars and sparks. Dean Thomas, who is good at painting, has hung several eye-catching new banners. Most of the banners depict Harry riding a broomstick and slaying a fire dragon with a sword, but two also show Hermione throwing the sword into the air. picture.
Harry and the others also called Maka, but at that time Maka just waved her hands and left alone.
He has been trying to figure out how to deal with the basilisk horn recently - this thing looks very inconspicuous on the head of the huge basilisk, but when it is held in someone's hand, it looks very big.
Although he had seen in the literature that Salazar Slytherin had used it to make the core of his wand. But he had no idea what to do specifically.
The basilisk's horn is solid, with no nerves inside, so it's impossible to tell how to deal with it. But now that Salazar has done it, it means 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. He took it back and put it directly on the bedside cabinet. The second project won’t start until three months later, so there’s plenty of time!
December brings squally winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. The temperature was getting lower and lower, but the wonderful scene in the first project made all the students who talked about it forget about the cold.