Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

As the crowd left, the room was much cooler.

“Ron, Cedric, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, I suggest you go back to bed.” Dumbledore said, smiling at the five of them, "I'm sure Griffindor and Hecky Patch's classmates are waiting to celebrate with you. They finally had an excuse to make a scene, and it was too bad to take away their chance. ”

Evan retracted his gaze and looked at Dumbledore, wondering what Dumbledore had found out.

He didn't think he'd get a response, but suddenly he saw Dumbledore smiling at himself.

Dumbledore nodded quickly to Ivan, and the smile seemed particularly thoughtful.

Things are really weird tonight, and the comparison has started, and I don't know who will laugh at the end of the day.

It wasn't until they dragged Ron out of the room, almost impenetrable, that the auditorium was now empty.

The candle's flame is already low, which makes the pumpkin lamp's grinning grin look flickering and weird.

“Weasley, I didn't expect you to be a warrior too!” Cedric smiled and reached out to Ron, "But anyway, we now represent Hogwarts, although you are my opponent...”

“Only one man stands for Hogwarts, and I will beat you, and I will prove myself to be a true warrior!” Ron spoke out loud.

He didn't shake Cedric's hand, making him stand there so embarrassed.

Ron now seemed a little paranoid, and after tremendous pressure had passed, ecstasy followed.

There was chaos in his head, only one thought.

His warrior identity has been recognized by the Ministry of Magic and the school, and his dreams have become a reality.

He's a Hogwarts warrior, a true warrior.

Ron was so excited, his face flushed and his whole body trembled slightly.

“Well, goodbye!” Cedric coldly said, retracting his right hand.

Several people soon split up and Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione followed the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower.

“I became a warrior, I was a warrior, I was a Hogwarts warrior!” Ron muttered to himself.

Along the way, he kept repeating those words, as if hypnotizing himself.

Evan, Harry and Hermione exchanged their eyes and looked at Ron worried.

“Ron, you shouldn't talk to Cedric like that!” Harry hesitated to say, "He's actually a good guy. ”

“So what should I say? We're competitors now, and that little white face doesn't even approve of me.” Ron said, "Me and him are warriors, but only one can represent Hogwarts, right?! ”

“Yes, but..." Harrington continued for a moment, "Well, can you tell us how you put your name in the flame cup? Is that the way Ivan said it? ”

“I didn't, I didn't throw my name in the flame cup, and although I wanted to, I didn't get a chance, we were at Hagrid's all day.” Ron stunned for a moment and said angrily, "Don't you believe me? ”

“Don't be silly, of course we believe you, or you won't get Professor Moody in there to help you!” Ivan answered subconsciously.

He's still thinking about why Little Buddy Crouch chose Ron, what exactly is this guy up to?!

After Ron became a warrior, the whole plot and future development had been deflected too badly.

A lot of things need to be pushed over and reasoned again.

“I'd love to believe you too, Ron!” Harry said, "although it's really hard to believe. ”

“All right, you three! Now the question is not whether Ron became a warrior, but who put his name in the flame cup.” Hermione frowned.

“Whoever it is, he obviously helped me, didn't he?!” Ron said with a laugh.

“Didn't you hear what Ivan and Professor Moody said?!” Hermione's eyebrows picked up again, very high, "that man tried to kill you! ”

“Kill me?!” Ron stunned for a moment, somewhat disapproving.

“The professors said the Triwizard Tournament project was dangerous, and we couldn't handle it at all, and you were likely to die there, Ron!” Hermione said worried, "You're not as strong as Evan, there's a lot...”

“What the hell is wrong with you people?!” Ron interrupted Hermione, "I became a warrior, and you should congratulate me, not say these messy things. ”

His eyes were drawn on three people, Ivan, Harry and Hermione, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

“Congratulations?!” Hermione looked at Ron with surprise, “You're crazy, that's not a good thing, those...”

“I know, you always think I'm no better than Evan, no better than Harry, not even you!” Ron said out loud, interrupting Hermione again, the smile on his face slowly solidified, "but now I'm a warrior, not you, that's enough to prove it, isn't it?! ”

A moment of awkward silence, Hermione seemed stunned by Ron's words.

Evan knew that Ron had been depressed for too long and had been overwhelmed by the sudden ecstasy of what he called a warrior.

Let's talk about it tomorrow, or when he sees the first project, I'm sure he'll be sober.

Evan gently grabbed Hermione's little hand and told her not to go on.

Harry still wanted to say something, but it was they who had come to the front of the portrait of a fat woman.

Fat Lady wasn't alone in her frame, Evan saw that a wrinkled witch who had just appeared in that room downstairs, sitting proudly next to Fat Lady at this moment, must have rushed into every painting lined up by the seven-story staircase just to get here before him.

Both she and Fat Lady looked down at Ron with great interest and a smile on her face.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Fat Lady said, "Violet just told me everything. Who just got picked to be a school warrior? ”

“Nonsense.” Hermione said in disgust that she was also angry.

If I knew that, I wouldn't go in there and explain it to Ron.

“Absolutely not, I saw it with my own eyes...” the pale-looking witch said angrily.

“No, no, Viola, it's a password.” Fat Lady consoled.

Then she swirled forward, letting the four of them into the public lounge.

When the portrait opened, the noise suddenly poured into the ear shook deaf.

As if you were planning to stay here, about a dozen hands reached out and dragged Ron into the public lounge at the same time.

Inside are all of Gryffindor's classmates, all screaming, cheering, whistling.