Hogwarts of a certain magic

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After the hilarious, it was a mess.

Only Harry was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, waiting for Ron.

He decided to have a showdown with Ron.He can't stand this kind of cold war.

In William’s words: This is called cold violence.

It was only now that Harry suddenly realized that Ron was a master of cold violence.In other words, he particularly likes to use cold violence.

When she was in the first grade, she isolated Hermione and said bad things about her behind her back, and she heard her.

Then, Hermione went to the bathroom to cry for an afternoon on Halloween and ran into the troll.

The Akali mystery store sells Malfoy stuff, and he accuses the twins.Then, he took the initiative to agree to Malfoy's duel and went for a night tour in the middle of the night.

The result was being chased by Filch and ran into Lu Wei.

In the third grade, she ignored Hermione because of Crookshanks and Shaban.Facts have proved that Crookshanks has found a patchy anomaly.

Now, because of the Warriors...

Harry sighed and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's all here, Ron hasn't returned yet.It should be said... he hasn't come back since Bagman asked him to stay.

Naturally, I also missed the evening celebration.

Harry was about to go out when there was a creaking noise at the door.

The fat lady turned away and Ron crawled in through the portrait hole.

His injury is almost healed, but his face is very pale and his head is covered with dust.

Seeing Harry, he was stunned.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked eagerly, jumping up."I've been waiting for you!"

Ron did not speak, and after a while, he muttered, "Walk."

He was still wearing a tattered robe, as if frozen.

Harry quickly said, "Come here and sit down, the fireplace is warm here!"

Ron walked to the fire and collapsed into the chair furthest from Harry, afraid to look at him.

"Ron, I want to talk to you." Harry mustered his courage.

"We should reconsider our relationship, and I don't want to go on like this.

Otherwise, the two of us will drift away and never go back to the past..."

"I'm sorry," Ron murmured while looking at his toes.

"What?" Harry thought he had heard it wrong.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper at you." Ron lowered his head and said, "I shouldn't believe Skeeter's report.

I was so stupid."

"Finally do you want to understand?" Harry said angrily. "It's long enough."

"Just understand, forget about it, let's start again, shall we?"

Ron nodded and looked sadly at his robe.

After a while, he muffled and said, "This is the worst time in my life.

When facing the fire dragon, my mind was muddled."

He looked at the fire and murmured: "I shouldn't have been a warrior... I regret it."

"The other two projects can't be so dangerous, absolutely impossible." Harry comforted.

He can only say that, or else he can say...More difficult later?!

"Thank you, Harry, I am in a much better mood." Ron looked around and said, "What's going on here, so much rubbish?"

"The college held a celebration to celebrate Hermione's first place. And George..."

Harry shut up suddenly, realizing he had said the wrong thing again, and glanced at Ron carefully.

Ron heard the celebration, his face was a little forced.He pulled out an ugly smile:

"It should be celebrated, both Hermione and George scored not low..."

"Yes," Harry agreed.

"Where's Hermione, have you returned to the dormitory? I haven't congratulated her yet." Ron asked casually.

"She seemed to be out halfway through the celebration, and she hasn't come back yet..." Harry shook his head.

The portrait of the fat lady suddenly pushed away, and a familiar female voice heard.

The girl seemed to say goodbye to someone again, but it took several minutes to say goodbye, during which there was a burst of laughter, and it was completely over.

Harry and Ron turned to look at the door, and soon saw Hermione walk in.

She was flushed with a smile that could not be concealed.

"Huh, you two haven't returned to the dormitory yet?"

Hermione was also surprised to see that there were people in the lounge.

Normally, there are not many people.

"Why did you go?" Ron asked curiously."Come back so late, have you gone for a night tour?"

"Nothing, I always come back at this point."

Hermione sat down on the sofa.She narrowed her smile and stared at Ron, her tone slowly as harsh as Professor McGonagall:

"Ron, I was just about to tell you, I haven't found a chance...about today's black magic."

"I don't know that black magic can't be used in the game." Ron obviously didn't want to mention it, he said impatiently, "Otherwise I would definitely not use it!"

"It's not a question of knowing or not! You used it once in the second grade, and almost killed Malfoy that time." Hermione shook her head.

"That is the black magic taught by the mysterious man, twice, you should remember the lesson! Never use his magic again!"

"I know! I said that today was just an accident!"

Ron leaned on the sofa and said irritably: "I will go to the principal tomorrow morning and tell him that I will not participate in the next game."

"The Goblet of Fire selected the Warriors, which is equivalent to signing a contract. You must finish the next game." Hermione said badly.

"Where did you say that you would not participate, you would not participate."

Seeing Ron quarreling with Hermione again, Harry felt a terrible headache.52 Literature www.52wpe.com

I knew I wouldn't be waiting here tonight.

He rubbed his forehead.There are two scars on it.They were left by Voldemort and Tom.

In an instant, the scar left by Tom suddenly felt severe pain.The pain was ten times stronger than before.

He covered his face with his hands.The scar was still burning and aching, as if it was about to explode, causing his tears to come out.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron seemed frightened."How are you doing?"

"Are you okay?" Hermione also asked hastily.

Harry was rolling on the sofa in pain and yelled constantly.

His cry shocked many students, and many people rushed over from the dormitory.

Seeing Harry groaning on the sofa while Ron was on the side... Many people thought he attacked Harry.

This is entirely possible.

Because now Ron's style is not very good.Everyone thought he was learning dark magic secretly.

"Did he get attacked by Weasley?" a horrified voice said, "Shall we call someone?"

"He needs to go to the hospital!" Another wizard said at a loss: "He looks like a rabies attack."

"Nonsense, this is obviously epilepsy!"

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, revealing a safety watch, and hurriedly said:

"I'm calling William! He just sent me back, he shouldn't have gone far!"

Nico invented a sound-transmitting screw similar to a double-sided mirror, which cannot see the face, but can talk over long distances.

William also transplanted this alchemy technique to the safety table.

William did not go far. He didn't even get out of the Gryffindor Tower, he heard Hermione's cry.

Two minutes later, William pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and entered the Gryffindor lounge.

The crowd evaded the way, and he walked over to Harry.

Harry was still screaming in pain.

William tapped him with his wand, took out the tranquilizer and analgesic, and poured it into his mouth.

Although it still hurts, Harry gradually calmed down.

After a while, he opened his eyes with sweat on his face and said in horror:

"William, I saw Tom!"

William's expression gradually became solemn. He nodded and said: "Let's go, I will take you to see Professor Dumbledore."

"It's all gone." He looked up again: "Go back to sleep."

"William, do you need me to accompany you?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"No, it's late. You are tired all afternoon. Go back to bed early." William touched her head.

He waved his wand and changed Harry into a stretcher.

Harry sat on the stretcher and floated towards the door.

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The two soon arrived at the principal's office, and Harry got off the stretcher.

Harry covered his head, looked at the stone beast at the door, and asked worriedly, "William, do you know the password for the principal's office?"

"I know." William said softly: "The principal usually uses his favorite snacks as a password, such as...cockroach pile!"

The monster came alive all at once and jumped aside.

Harry froze.

"Pile of cockroaches?" He said in surprise, "There are still people who eat this stuff..."

"Dumbledore's tastes have always been unique." William shrugged.

The two passed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase, the door closed behind them.

The stairs slowly rose automatically, leading the two to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

William knocked on the door and found no response, so he pushed the door and walked in.

The portraits of the principal in the office are empty, and the old principals who pretended to sleep during the day are gone.

Obviously, their nightlife is also very rich.

Dumbledore didn't seem to be in the room, but there was a stone basin on his table.

"Fox, is Professor Dumbledore in there?" William looked at a shelf beside the table.

Fox was pouting his butt, combing his tail feathers, and had no time to take care of William.

William walked over, bent his fingers, and flicked his ass.

Not to mention, the little things... are quite flexible, and they are all wavy.

Fox was furious, and seemed to want to spit William's hot saliva.

William took out his favorite snacks and handed them over.

Fox breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't let out the flame.

Harry stared at the stone basin, looked at the silver gas inside and asked, "What is this?"

"Is this? It's called the meditation basin." William approached and looked down the meditation basin.

He could see an interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to be interrogating.

It does not seem to be a privacy thing.

Such as the private past with Grindelwald...

Since it is not the privacy of the principal, it is easy to handle.

William said: "Let's go, your business is more urgent, let's find Dumbledore inside."

His head touched the meditation basin and got in first.

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