While Allen was wholeheartedly immersed in the study of the Dementors, Harry was feeling restless and extremely depressed.
Harry was treated like a hero when he returned to Gryffindor. The Gryffindor enthusiastically stuffed food into his arms, and everyone asked him how he had thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire.
He explained over and over again that he did not know how he had done it.
But no one was willing to hear him say that he was not hungry, no one was willing to hear him say that he had not thrown his name into the goblet, and no one seemed to have noticed that he was not in the mood to celebrate at all...
What made him feel most hopeless was that when he returned to the dormitory and thought that he could have a good chat with Ron about this strange matter, Ron had questioned him with an expression that was both unfamiliar and familiar to him.
It was familiar because when Ron talked about Allen, the expression on his face was exactly the same as it was now; unfamiliar because...
"It's okay, you know, you could have told me the truth." Harry once again recalled Ron's expression when he said those words, but it was a very awkward and forced smile. "If you don't want others to know, that's fine, but I don't understand why you have to lie. You didn't get into any trouble because of this, did you? That friend of the Plump Madam, that Violet, has already told us that Dumbledore let you in. A thousand Galleons as a prize, right? And you can even choose not to attend the Defense Against Black Magic class... "
Harry squatted down in despair and held his head.
He had thought that at least a few people would believe him, and one of them was Ron.
"Harry, what are you doing squatting here?" A surprised female student called out.
"Hermione..." Harry did not know how to express his feelings for a moment. The last time he had a serious conversation with Hermione seemed to have been a long time ago.
"Why isn't Ron with you?" Hermione looked around in confusion.
"Ron, he asked me how I threw my name into the Goblet of Fire —" Harry muttered.
"Oh, I understand." Hermione flung her disheveled hair to the back. "Harry, he's just jealous."
Hermione's voice did not fluctuate much, but her tone made Harry feel that she was telling the truth.
"Think about it," Hermione said patiently. "At home, he's the most inconspicuous one; at school, it's always you who attracts everyone's attention, and he doesn't get any."
Hermione stopped, tilted her head, and sized up Harry's expression. There was no anger on Harry's face. He just stared at Hermione.
Hermione continued, "I think it's understandable. Compared to you, he's invisible; compared to me, he's a bad student; compared to Allen... hmph!"
Although Hermione did not finish her sentence, Harry could not help but nod.
"Allen and I have drifted away from him. Only you, as his best friend and so famous — every time people see you, he's left out. I think this time, he probably can't stand it anymore..."
"You mean, he said that on purpose?" Harry's voice sounded extremely bitter. The closer he got, the deeper he was hurt.
Hermione patted him on the shoulder, giving him silent comfort.
"Hermione, do you believe me?" Harry suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Of course I know you didn't sign up." Realizing that her next words might be a little hurtful, Hermione swallowed back the words "you don't have that ability".
Harry, on the other hand, took Hermione's words as her wholehearted trust in him, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.
"Harry, I believe you too." Jenny walked out from a corner.
Hermione was a little embarrassed that Jenny had heard her talk about Ron in front of Harry. She smiled awkwardly at Ginny, but Ginny didn't care.
"You know, Ron is like this sometimes. He gets jealous, but he's not a bad person," Jenny explained for Ron.
"Harry, I believe you didn't put your name in. I could tell from your expression at the time. It was full of disbelief." Jenny stepped forward and took the initiative to hug Harry.
A smile appeared on Hermione's face. Jenny was really a smart witch who knew how to seize the opportunity. She had liked Harry for so long, and now was the best time to make a good impression on Harry.
When Allen came out of the tower, it was already time for dinner.
He hurried to the hall. He didn't want to eat the leftovers.
"Hey, Allen." Allen stopped. It was Cedric.
"Allen, congratulations on becoming a Hogwarts Warrior. I wanted to congratulate you last night, but you left too late. "Cedric's expression was very sincere.
This made Allen's smile even more sincere. Although Cedric had lost his reputation as a Hogwarts Warrior, his life was no longer in danger.
Allen's appearance was warmly welcomed by the Hogwarts Wizards. Compared to Harry, they were more willing to believe that Allen was a true Hogwarts Warrior.
Unlike Allen, who had won the respect of the Hogwarts Wizards with his strength, Harry felt the disgust and dissatisfaction of the Wizards. Plus, Ron had fallen out with him, and Hermione had long since left. Even if Jenny showed her trust in him, Harry still felt incomparably lonely.
He wanted to find Hagrid to find some warmth, but lately, Hagrid had been acting out of character. Not only did he wear a suit, but he also wore a bow tie and cologne.
Harry observed Allen. He had to admit that Allen was more of a Warrior than he was. His handsome appearance, elegant temperament, and world-renowned reputation …
In just a few days, he had seen more than once girls begging Allen to sign their school bags.
And it was Pansy of Slytherin who had ignited Harry's fighting spirit from low to angry.
When he went to his Potions class, he found Slytherin's students waiting outside the classroom. Every one of them had a large badge pinned to their robes.
Harry didn't know how to react for a moment. When he got closer, he saw the same words printed on the badges. The bright red letters shone in the dim light of the underground corridor as if they were on fire.
Supporting Allen? Harris.
The strongest Warriors of Hogwarts!
"Do you like it, Potter?" Pency said loudly when she saw Harry approaching. "They have other tricks. Look!"
She pressed the badge hard against her chest, and the words on it disappeared. Then, another line of words appeared, shining with a green light.
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