Chapter 229 Please Give Me a Rejection

Maca's action was very neat this time. After he used the Shrinking Curse to pack away all the petrified werewolves, he took Leni and Lena out of the almost destroyed room. finished basement.

He planned to take the two werewolf girls to Hogwarts, and believed that Dumbledore would arrange them properly.

As for Logan, he did not go to Hogwarts Castle with Maca. As he said before, he intends to start from the remaining ordinary werewolves and move towards his desired goal step by step.

To be honest, although Maca can show enough respect to everyone who is full of ambitions, he is actually not optimistic about Logan.

In order for wizards to have a sense of identity with werewolves, in addition to the popularity of Wolfsbane Potion, speaking with benefits is obviously the most realistic and effective way.

However, Logan obviously does not have this ability.

Of course, there are always various methods. In this regard, Maca will not assert that he will never succeed.

"I will support you," Maca said with a smile, "...Of course, I mean on the spiritual level."

Logan took a deep look at the werewolf sisters, then waved his hand, turned and left without saying anything.

"I don't dare to expect your support. As long as you don't object, then thank God." He murmured to himself as he walked.

Standing on the side of the street, watching Logan's receding figure, Maca turned her head as if suddenly remembering something.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Hungry!" Leni said unceremoniously, "Do you want me to take a bite?"

Lena stretched out her hand to pull her, but she didn't care, instead she raised her head and looked at Maca.

"Hey... it's time for a change in your recipes from now on."

Maca pressed her face and pushed her aside, then walked past her and walked forward, causing her to hum in dissatisfaction.

"Where is Lena?" He suddenly asked again, "I think you are much more reliable than your sister... What do you like to eat?"

"... shredded pork with green peppers."

"what?"

...

The next morning, in the common room of Gryffindor College.

"Hermione!"

Hermione, who had just come down the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, was suddenly stopped by Ron, but she didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and she still walked forward quickly.

It was as if she hadn't noticed that there was another person beside her at all.

But Ron reached out and grabbed her arm.

"What on earth are you going to do!" Hermione shook his hand violently, without looking back, "First you let Lavender steal my things, and now you want to apologize? Do you think I will forgive you?" ?"

"No... Hermione..." Ron's voice sounded dry from behind her, "I have something to tell you... I... I like you!"

"Sorry, but I don't like you."

Hermione's answer was decisive and quick, as if trying to get rid of something as much as possible.

"I know..." Ron was only silent for a moment, and then continued, "I asked Lavender to steal the dress, how did you know?"

"Is there any point in asking this now?"

Hermione dropped a sentence in a cold voice, and then planned to leave again. But just as she raised her leg halfway, Ron grabbed her arm again.

"you……"

"Hermione! Listen to me!" Ron grabbed Hermione's arm and continued to ask stubbornly, "Did you hear the conversation between me and Maca?"

"So what? Can't you?" Hermione asked, standing still, her back turned to Ron.

"Since this is the case, it's easy to say..." Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Hermione, I know very well that you never liked me...I came today just to give myself an explanation."

"I know, Maca is right - I can now face up to my weaknesses,

And if you want to grow further, you must break through your own weaknesses! "

"But... I thought about it for a long time after I went back... Then I understood. I am not Maca, and I don't have the ability to become him or replace him!"

"The only thing I can do is like today - confess my heart to you, and then wait for your rejection from me."

Having said that, Ron closed his eyes and shook his head in pain.

"For me, 'giving up' is my greatest courage."

These words seemed to consume most of Ron's strength, and his whole body was full of powerlessness.

But at the next moment, he suddenly raised his lowered head and looked at Hermione's back.

"But, Hermione, you are different." He said firmly, "You are much smarter than me... No, you are smarter than most of my classmates! I think only you can keep up with Maca...you You should go and make it clear with Maca!"

"...'Giving up' is the courage that only belongs to me, it is definitely not suitable for you!"

Ron's words were very loud, causing many students in the lounge to look over here.

Hermione turned around, but her eyes fell elsewhere.

She shook her arm slightly, and said expressionlessly: "Let go...you scratched me."

"Uh... sorry..."

Ron let go of his hand subconsciously, but Hermione glanced at him suddenly.

"You don't need to tell me, I won't give up." Hermione looked at him and said, "But, I won't go to Maca either—at least not now! Maca has important plans, and I definitely won't will interfere with him!"

After that, Hermione turned around decisively and walked out of the lounge.

But after walking a few steps, she stopped again, leaned sideways and said "thank you" to Ron softly.

Clever as Hermione, she already understood why Ron stole her dress. And her "thank you" was not so much her gratitude to Ron for his thoughtfulness for her, but rather the last "salvation" she bestowed on Ron.

Ron watched her leaving back, rubbed his face with a wry smile, and let out a long breath.

"Okay! It's finally over!"

"What's over?"

Harry just came out of the dormitory at this moment, he didn't know that he had missed a lot of exciting programs recently.

"my love!"

Ron looked at Harry, finished speaking with a serious face, and then burst out laughing on his own.

He felt that now he was much more relaxed-he didn't have to think about those boring things anymore, and he could enjoy the fun of life again.

Although life is not always satisfactory, he still feels inferior because of certain facts. But he thinks that this is his true self, not anyone else...

As Ron said, the recent mess is almost over - at least for the three of Harry, it is.

And soon, the summer semester started without everyone's knowing.

As usual, the start of the summer term meant that Harry and the others had to step up their training and prepare for the last Quidditch match of the season.

But this year, the last project of the Triwizard Tournament completely occupied this major school event—even though the warriors still don't know anything about the content of the third project.

Finally, in the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept Harry and Hermione after Transfiguration.

"Potter, Granger...you go down to the Quidditch pitch below at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall told them, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the warriors what the third item is there."

Yes, under the auspices of Dumbledore, the Triwizard Tournament continued as usual, and there was no change due to the appearance of the Dark Mark.

So, at half past eight that night, Harry and Hermione separated from Ron in the Gryffindor Tower and went downstairs. Maca was coming up the basement stairs as he walked through the hall.

"Maca?" Harry asked strangely, "Where are you from?"

"Professor Snape's office..." Maca replied casually, "well, to be precise, it's Professor Snape's private potion preparation room."

He seemed to be thinking about something, looking a little absent-minded.

On the other hand, Hermione just secretly looked at him a few times without saying a word.

"What do you think it could be?" Harry asked Maca as the three of them walked down the stone steps together into the overcast night, "I heard that Miss Delacour seemed to be nagging Down the tunnel, she thinks we're looking for treasure."

"That's not bad." Maca said perfunctorily, "You can borrow a basket of Niffles from Hagrid, and leave the work to them..."

They walked down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and then entered the pitch through a passage between the stands.

"What were they doing in there?" Harry said in surprise, stopping abruptly.

The Quidditch pitch has completely changed!

Although the surrounding lawn is still flat and smooth, there is an unbelievably large hole right in the middle of the field!

"Is it really an underground tunnel?" Harry said, walking cautiously to the edge of the huge pothole and looking down.

But he just raised his head, glanced at it, and immediately took a few steps back.

"My God! This... is this too deep?" He said loudly.

"Hello!" a cheery voice called.

Ludo Bagman appeared behind them, followed by Fleur.

Harry and the others turned around and walked towards them. When Maca came nearby, Fleur smiled brightly at him, but Maca continued to think about something unconsciously.

"How, what do you think?" Seeing everyone approaching, Bagman asked happily, "It's progressing well, isn't it? In another month, the next one will be fully arranged, so don't worry!"

He saw the displeased expression on Harry's face, and said with a smile: "As soon as the Tournament is over, your Quidditch pitch will be restored to its original state! Well, you can guess what test you are about to face Bar?"

"Cave treasure hunting?" Furong seemed very happy, she thought she guessed it right.

"No, it's not..." Bagman said with a smile, "Of course, before we announce the correct answer, the first thing we have to announce... is the score of the second item!"