Hogwarts Homecoming

"Harry, Harry!"

In the dark and broken secret passage, Hermione desperately chased Harry. However, it turned out that even after training, she was still a little behind Harry in terms of athletic talent. No matter how hard she tried, there was still a gap between her and Harry. The distance is getting bigger and bigger.

"Stop, Harry!"

Seeing that the road under her feet began to curve, Hermione knew that they were almost reaching Hogwarts. She yelled anxiously, and felt a trace of regret in her heart.

On the one hand, she regretted that she should not have told Harry just now that Professor Blaine did not intend to hold him responsible for hurting Fleur, because Professor Blaine asked them to go to his office at night to receive punishment in the name of sneaking out of the school— - This relieved Harry's worries.

On the other hand, she also regretted that she had not told Harry about Ron's little thoughts during this period, and this was probably the root cause of Harry's anger. He felt that he had been betrayed, and this betrayal was not just from Ron. Hermione was obviously aware of all this, but said nothing to him, which was also a bad thing.

"Listen to me, okay, Harry!"

Hermione shouted anxiously, her voice already breaking into tears.

Of course, it was not that Harry didn't hear Hermione calling him again, and he also noticed the pleading in Hermione's tone, but now there was a fire burning in his chest, and this fire burned his whole body, and he had to pass Running as hard as possible would make him feel less uncomfortable.

As he ran in the dark secret passage, his eyes began to flash the years he spent at Hogwarts, the time he spent with Ron and Hermione, starting from the first time the three of them met on the Hogwarts train. To this day, they have saved the Philosopher's Stone together, investigated the Basilisk together, and hunted down the innocent Sirius in the Forbidden Forest.

He flew to Hogwarts with Ron in Mr. Weasley's car, and used the time turner with Hermione to capture Peter

The three of them have experienced so many wonderful experiences together. Harry thought that their friendship would always be strong, just like Sirius, Remus and his parents, but now, Sirius actually used Peter's example to suggest that Harry couldn't tell whether he was angry or scared now. He just wanted to find Ron immediately and punch him hard on his freckled nose!

Wow--

The white light that suddenly came into view made Harry, who had been running in the tunnel for a while, dizzy. He was dazed on the spot for a few seconds, and at this time, Hermione finally caught up. She turned over and got out of the hunchback witch's body. He jumped down, his hair was disheveled, and there were two clear traces of tears hanging under his eyes.

Harry rushed to the corridor window and squinted his eyes towards the field below. Hermione gasped a few times, then ran over and grabbed Harry's robe tightly, but Harry, who had already confirmed something, forcefully took it from Hermione's hand. Li took back his robe and prepared to rush down.

"What do you want, Harry!"

Hermione opened her arms and blocked his path.

Harry never thought that one day he would speak to Hermione in such a tone, but he still said very stiffly,

"Get out of the way, Hermione. I'm going to go down and find Ron Weasley and blow his nose off with my fist. If possible, I want to open his head to see how much is in his stupid little head." Ridiculous idea!”

"Stop it, Harry!"

Hermione said pleadingly,

"Sirius just wants you to have a talk with him--"

"I'll talk to him!" Harry shouted, "but not until his nose is like Fleur Delacour's. If not, I'm afraid he won't be clear-headed!"

Hermione was unable to stop Harry, who was determined to leave, and a fierce chase broke out in the castle. Under the surprised gaze of many people, Harry descended the stairs to the auditorium like a gust of wind, jumped off the marble steps in front of the foyer in two steps, and rushed towards the venue.

Ron, Seamus and Dean were showing off on the field, and he was riding Harry's Firebolt, while Seamus and Dean, who were using the Sweep Series, were completely left behind by him. They seemed to be in high spirits, and even the misty drizzle did not interfere with their enjoyment of the game.

"Come down!"

The scene in front of him made Harry even more angry. He pulled out his wand and fired a brilliant red light into the sky, and shouted loudly,

"Get down, Weasley!"

The sudden movement disrupted the rhythm of Ron and the three of them, causing them to almost collide in the air. Then, they found Harry who was yelling at them on the ground. After looking at each other in confusion, Ron controlled The flaming crossbow arrow slowly floated down.

"What's the matter?"

Ron glanced at Seamus and Dean who had fallen behind him, then looked at Harry and Hermione who came in a hurry and looked miserable, and asked in confusion.

Harry did not speak, but looked at Seamus and Dean, and it was not difficult for them to notice that Harry was angry now, especially because Hermione was secretly gesturing to them to leave quickly.

"We forgot to have lunch--"

Dean patted his forehead and said tactfully. He gave Seamus a look, and the two of them ran away quickly.

"What's going on?"

Ron frowned, confused. He was looking at Hermione who had her head lowered, because for some reason, he didn't want to face the look in Harry's eyes.

To be honest, when he really saw Ron, Harry didn't know what to say. Of course, he didn't make a move, although he did want to punch Ron in the nose.

"Didn't you go to see Sirius?"

Failing to get a hint from Hermione, Ron had no choice but to face Harry. There was an unnatural look in his eyes, and he quickly glanced at Harry's eyes before quickly avoiding them.

"yes!"

Harry nodded his head and said breathlessly,

"Thanks to him, I figured out some things. For example, you always wanted to get an ugly scar on your forehead or something!"

"Harry, don't do this-"

Hermione poked Harry's waist, her lips pursed tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ron's face suddenly turned pale, his pupils shrank, and in the center of the swaying light and shadow in his eyes, fear was seeping out.

His appearance made Harry unbearable, but at the same time, he felt a sense of joy in his heart. To be honest, he didn't live that happily during this period. Hermione was selected to be a warrior in the tournament, and many arguments proved that this was not just a prank, but a well-planned conspiracy. He had been fighting for this. Ron was worried about something, and Ron thought that he was just as worried as himself, or even more worried than himself, but it turned out to be nothing of the sort!

"You don't understand, do you?"

Harry clenched his fists and stared at Ron.

"What do you think about Hermione becoming a warrior!"

There was a little bloodshot on Hermione's lower lip. She hugged herself and turned her face away, not wanting Harry and Ron to see her crying.

If Ron's face could be described as pale just now, then it was now pale without a trace of blood. He looked at the Firebolt belonging to Harry in his hand. If possible, he even wanted to ride it in front of Harry and Hermione. Get away!

"What's the matter? You have nothing to say, right?"

Harry gasped and said in a tone full of pleasure,

"Perhaps you finally realize that you are a fool and an idiot, right?"

"I'm not a fool!"

Ron suddenly raised his head, no longer avoiding Harry's eyes, and roared angrily,

"I'm not a fool either!"