With the departure of the crowd, the room suddenly became much more deserted.
"Ron, Cedric, Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, I suggest you go back to sleep." Dumbledore said, looking at the five of them with a smile. "I believe that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's classmates are waiting to celebrate with you. They finally have an excuse to kick up a fuss, and it's not right to take away this opportunity from them. "
Elwyn withdrew his gaze and looked at Dumbledore, not knowing if Dumbledore had noticed anything.
He originally thought that he would not get a response, but suddenly, he saw that Dumbledore was looking at him with a smile.
Dumbledore quickly nodded to Elwyn, his smile seemed to be particularly meaningful.
Tonight's events were too strange. The contest had already begun, and no one knew who would have the last laugh.
When they dragged Ron, who was almost unable to walk, out of the room, they found that the auditorium was now empty.
The flame of the candle was already very low, which made the pumpkin lantern's toothy grin flicker, treacherous and strange.
"Weasley, I didn't think that you would also become a warrior!" Cedric said with a forced smile, reaching out to Ron, "But no matter what, we are now representing the Hogwarts, even though you are my opponent."
"Only one person can represent the Hogwarts. I will win against you, I will prove that I am a true warrior!" Ron said loudly.
He did not shake hands with Cedric, and let the other party stand there awkwardly.
Ron now looked a little paranoid, after the huge pressure passed, followed by ecstasy.
His mind was a mess, and there was only one thought.
His identity as a warrior had been recognized by the Ministry of Magic and the school authorities, and his dream had become a reality.
He was a warrior of the Hogwarts, a true warrior.
Because he was too excited, Ron's face was flushed, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
"Well, then, farewell!" said Cedric coldly, withdrawing his right hand.
They quickly split up. Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the stairs to Gryffindor's Tower.
"I have become a warrior, I am a warrior, I am a warrior of the Hogwarts!" Ron muttered to himself.
Along the way, he kept repeating these words, as if trying to hypnotize himself.
Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione exchanged glances and looked at Ron worriedly.
"Ron, thou shouldst not speak to Cedric in that manner!" said Harry, hesitating; "he is in truth a good fellow."
"Then what should I say? We are now competitors. That gigolo doesn't acknowledge me at all." Ron said, "He and I are both warriors, but there is only one person who can represent the Hogwarts, isn't that right?!"
"Yes, but …" Harry paused, then continued, "Well, then, can you tell us how you put your name in the Goblet of Fire? Did you use the method Elwyn mentioned? "
"I didn't. I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Although I wanted to, I didn't have the chance. We were at Hagrid's place the whole day." Ron was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "Don't you believe me?"
"Don't be silly. Of course we believe you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have asked Professor Moody to help you!" replied Elwyn subconsciously.
He was still wondering why Barty Crouch Jr. would choose Ron. What was this guy's conspiracy?!
After Ron became a warrior, the entire plot and future development had changed too much.
A lot of things needed to be reversed and reasoned out.
"I'm willing to believe you too, Ron!" said Harry. "Although it's hard to believe."
"Alright, you three! The question now isn't whether Ron became a warrior or not, but who put his name in the Goblet of Fire, "said Hermione with a frown.
"No matter who it is, he's obviously helping me, isn't he?!" said Ron with a smile.
"Didn't you hear what Elwyn and Professor Moody said?!" Hermione raised her eyebrows again, this time very high. "That person wants to kill you!"
"Kill me?!" Ron was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think much of it.
"The professors said that the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous. It's not something we can handle. You might die there, Ron!" Hermione said worriedly. "You're not as strong as Elwyn. There are many …"
"What's going on with you guys?!" Ron interrupted Hermione. "I've become a warrior. You should congratulate me, not talk about this nonsense."
His gaze swept across Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione. The atmosphere was a little gloomy.
"Congratulate?!" Hermione was surprised. She looked at Ron in surprise. "You're crazy. This isn't a good thing. Those …"
"I know. You always think that I'm not as good as Elwyn, Harry, and even you!" Ron said loudly, interrupting Hermione again. The smile on his face gradually froze. "But I'm the warrior now, not you guys. This is enough to prove everything, isn't it?!"
There was an awkward silence. Hermione seemed to be stunned by Ron's words.
Elwyn knew that Ron had been repressed for too long. He had been overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being called a warrior all of a sudden.
If he had anything to say, it would be better for him to say it tomorrow. Perhaps he would be more clear-headed after seeing the first project.
Elwyn gently held Hermione's little hand, signaling her to stop talking.
Harry still wanted to say something, but they had already arrived in front of the portrait of the plump lady.
The plump lady was not alone in her portrait. Elwyn saw a wrinkled witch who had appeared in the room downstairs. She was now sitting proudly beside the plump lady. She must have dashed into every painting lined up on the seven flights of stairs in order to arrive here before him.
She and the plump lady looked down at Ron with great interest and smiles on their faces.
"Good, good, good!" The plump lady said. "Violet told me everything just now. Who was chosen as the school's warrior?"
"Nonsense." Hermione said impatiently. She was also angry.
If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have gone in to explain for Ron.
"Absolutely not. I saw it with my own eyes." The pale witch said angrily.
"No, no, Violet. This is the password." The plump lady comforted her.
Then, she opened the door and let the four of them into the common room.
When the portrait was opened, a deafening noise suddenly poured into their ears.
Everyone seemed to have planned to guard this place. About a dozen pairs of hands stretched out at the same time and dragged Ron into the common lounge.
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