Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"That's great, man! You're so great!" When Harry came out of the auditorium compartment, he was hugged by Ron and ravaged in his arms.

Hermione was about to say something, but she was stunned when she saw Ron's actions. She turned her head away with trembling shoulders, looking blank. Even Harry couldn't bear it. After all, this scene was too much. Embarrassing!

Harry quickly broke free, "Ron! Don't do this!"

"Man! I'm so happy for you!" Ron shouted, "Tell me! How did you do it! How did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire!"

"I don't know!" Harry shouted, "You should ask Dumbledore and the other headmasters! They all know what's going on, but they just won't tell me!"

Ron didn't believe it, "Don't be ridiculous, buddy, you are the only underage warrior! There is definitely a secret to throwing your name into the Goblet of Fire. How about you tell me secretly? I will never tell Fred and George this secret." !”

He was very excited, thought for a moment, and then said, "Or, if you don't want to say it, how about choosing me as your assistant?! I can fly a broom very well!"

"Ron!" Hermione shouted angrily, "Harry already said that he didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire!"

"Hermione, you are such a letdown!" Ron accused without hesitation, "What a joy it is for Harry to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire! But man, why don't you put this Can you share the method with me? I really want to throw my name in, even if I can’t be a hero, I can do it!”

"I said -" Harry shouted, "I! No! No! You don't understand a single word!"

Ron's expression turned cold, and there were only whispers from the little badgers in the auditorium.

After a while, Ron's stiff voice echoed in the auditorium, "I know this is your secret, and you don't want others to know, which is normal. But I don't understand why you lied? You didn't get into trouble for this. Ah, isn’t it?”

The little badgers turned to look at Harry and the others in confusion.

"Whether it's Dumbledore, that stupid guy, that white beard, or that guy who only knows how to bend, they didn't bother you, did they?!" His voice became louder and louder, which made The little wizards are a little embarrassed. They have occupied the auditorium and are making noise inside. Will they be kicked out by the professors? !

However, Ron was still chattering, "A bonus of one thousand galleons, and you don't have to take the school year exam." He pointed at Harry with his finger, "I want this too! But I won't go with you. We are fighting for the position of warrior, but we are friends!”

Cedric opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

"Yet you don't even want to tell me how you did it!" Ron's eyes were full of disappointment and he shouted angrily, "You don't regard me as a friend at all!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away, without giving others a chance to react.

Harry was also a little angry, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there and sulk alone.

Hermione glanced at the direction Ron left, wrinkled her nose, a little dissatisfied, and then looked at Harry worriedly.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "Would you like to rest for a while?"

Harry wanted to yell, "That's enough! Don't bother me!" But he knew that this was wrong, so he took several deep breaths and said calmly, "I'm fine..."

"Harry! I believe you didn't throw the name in! But!" Hermione wrung her fingers anxiously, "But if it wasn't you, someone with ill intentions must have thrown it in!"

Harry almost burst into tears, God, Hermione, you are such a little angel! Finally someone understands me!

Hermione was a little confused when she saw Harry's moved look, thinking that he already knew who was trying to frame him.

"Do you already know who did it?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Let's go tell Principal Dumbledore together!"

As she said that, she turned to look at Robert and shouted anxiously, "Robert! Harry was framed! He..."

"Wait a minute Hermione!" Summers raised his hands as if surrendering, "How about we discuss this somewhere else?"

Hermione looked at them with a confused look on her face, not quite understanding. At this time, shouldn't she find Principal Dumbledore quickly and explain the situation to him?

Why wait?

"Go to our secret base." Robert suggested. "I know you have a lot of questions. Although I am not sure what happened, but as far as intelligence is concerned, I still have something to share with you."

Room of Requirement.

Sitting here are representatives of three houses, Hermione and Harry from Gryffindor, Robert, Summers, Stebbins and Cedric from Hufflepuff, and Autumn from Ravenclaw. .

There was refreshment in front of everyone, and the house elf had everything ready without showing up.

Demonstrate their perfect professionalism.

Harry was as anxious as if there was a volcano sitting under his butt, constantly moving back and forth in place.

Cho patted Cedric on the head, seeming to encourage him.

Summers and Stebbins studied the bone china mugs in their hands.

Hermione was listening to what Robert was saying with a serious expression, showing expressions of surprise from time to time.

"Harry—" a high-pitched voice said, "Potter!"

Harry was startled and turned around to see a familiar figure, "Dobby?!"

His tone took a turn, and it was just one word but he pronounced it into several scales.

This can't be blamed on him. In fact, Harry thought he was right at first, but when he took a closer look, he wondered if he was dazzled?

The house elf in front of me was a hodgepodge of clothing.

There is a colorful teapot warm cover with more than a dozen shining silver badges on it crookedly on the top of the head, and there are two white plush balls hanging from the bottom.

Wearing a small light yellow shirt on the upper body, a purple tie hanging diagonally around the neck, a pair of thin football shorts on the lower body, and two unmatched wool socks on the feet, one is black, the other It's just pink and orange twill.

Harry grinned, oh, what an eye-catching combination.

When I looked at it again, my God, I couldn’t watch it.

At the Quidditch Cup, he had seen the house elf of the Black family, Kreacher, dressed up. Although he was occasionally slightly hunched over, his clothes were very neat, making him look very clean and calm. a feeling of.

Completely different styles from Dobby.

But this is his friend, and it is a very happy thing to see his friend on this uneasy night!