Chapter 382 Trust

While Allen was devoting himself to the study of dementors, Harry was restless and extremely depressed.

Harry, who returned to Gryffindor, was treated like a hero. The Gryffindors enthusiastically stuffed food into his arms, and everyone was asking how he put his name into the Goblet of Fire .

He explained over and over that he didn't know what was going on.

But no one wants to hear him say that he is not hungry, no one wants to hear him say that he did not put his name in the goblet, and no one seems to notice that he has no mood to celebrate this at all...

What made him most desperate was that when he returned to the dormitory, thinking that he could have a good chat with Ron about this strange thing, Ron questioned him with an expression that made him both strange and familiar.

Familiar because when Ron talked about Allen, the expression on his face was exactly the same as at this time; unfamiliar because this time Ron's expression was for himself.

"It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth." Harry recalled the way Ron said that sentence again, but it was a very awkward and forced smile, "If you don't want others to know , fine, but I don't see why you're lying, you didn't get in trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all that Dumbledore got you in Yes. A bonus of a thousand Galleons, yes? And you can choose not to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Harry crouched down in despair, hugging his head.

He originally thought that there would be at least a few people who believed in him, and one of them was Ron.

"Harry, what are you squatting here for?" A surprised woman asked.

"Hermione..." Harry didn't know how to express his heart for a moment. The last time he had a serious conversation with Hermione seemed to be a long time ago.

"Why isn't Ron with you?" Hermione looked around suspiciously.

"Ron, he asked me how on earth I put my name into the Goblet of Fire -" Harry murmured.

"Oh, I see." Hermione tossed back her long, unkempt hair. "Harry, he's just jealous."

Hermione's voice didn't fluctuate much, but this tone of factual statement made Harry feel more and more that she was telling the truth.

"Think about it," Hermione said to her friend patiently, "at home, he is the most inconspicuous one; focus on."

Hermione paused, tilted her head, and looked at Harry's expression. There was no anger on Harry's face, he just stared at Hermione blankly.

So Hermione continued: "It's understandable when you think about it. Compared with you, he is a little transparent; compared with me, he is a scumbag; compared with Allen... hehe!"

Although Hermione didn't say the following words, Harry nodded involuntarily.

"Alan and I have broken up with him and drifted away, only you, as his best friend, and so famous-every time someone sees you, he is left out in the cold, I think this time he It's probably unbearable..."

"You mean, did he say that on purpose?" Harry's voice sounded extremely bitter, and the closer he got, the deeper the hurt.

Hermione patted him on the shoulder, silently reassuring.

"Hermione, do you trust me?" Harry asked suddenly, looking up.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up." Realizing that her next words might be hurtful, Hermione swallowed the latter sentence "You don't have that ability yet".

Harry, on the other hand, took Hermione's words as a wholehearted trust in himself, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

"Harry, I believe in you too." Ginny came out from around the corner.

Hermione was a little embarrassed that Ginny heard herself talking about Ron in front of Harry. She gave Ginny an unnatural smile, but Ginny didn't care.

"You know, Ron, he's like that sometimes,

He can be jealous, jealous, but he's not bad. Ginny explained for her brother Ron, "As long as you give him time patiently so that the conflict does not escalate, he can recover by himself every time. "

"Harry, I believe you didn't put your name in it. You can tell from the expression on your face at that time, it was full of disbelief." Ginny stepped forward and gave Harry a hug.

A smile appeared on Hermione's face, Ginny is such a clever witch who knows how to seize opportunities. She has liked Harry for so long, now is the best time to brush Harry's favor.

When Allen came out of the tower, it was already time for dinner.

He hurried to the auditorium, he didn't want to eat other people's 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 more sincere. Although today's Cedric has lost his reputation as a Hogwarts warrior, his life is safe because of this. Looking at the other person's face that many little witches are obsessed with, he couldn't help but joke in his heart: "At least You don't have to go to America to become a vampire..."

Alan's appearance was warmly welcomed by the young Hogwarts wizards. Compared with Harry, they were more willing to believe that Alan was the real Hogwarts warrior.

Unlike Alan, who won the respect of the little wizards of Hogwarts by virtue of his strength, what Harry felt was the resentment and dissatisfaction of the little wizards of other colleges except Gryffindor. In addition, Ron had a falling out with him, and Hermione was no longer as close as she was in previous years because of Ron's problems. Even though Ginny showed trust in him, Harry still felt extremely lonely.

He wanted to go to Hagrid in order to get some warmth, but lately Hagrid has always been uncharacteristically, not only wearing a suit and leather shoes, but also wearing a bow tie and cologne for himself.

Harry observed Allen, and had to admit that Allen was more of a warrior than him, with his handsome appearance, personable temperament, and world-renowned fame...

In just a few days, he has seen girls begging Allen to sign their schoolbags more than once.

And it was Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin who inspired Harry to fight from depression to anger.

When he went to his tortured Potions class, he found the Slytherins waiting outside the classroom, each with a large badge pinned to the front of their robes.

Harry didn't react for a while, but he saw clearly after getting closer, the same words were printed on those badges, each bright red letter shone brightly in the dim light of the underground corridor, like it was on fire:

Support Alan Harris --

The strongest warrior of Hogwarts!

"Like it, Potter?" cried Pansy, seeing Harry approaching. "They've got other tricks too—look!"

She pressed the badge hard on her chest, and the words on it disappeared, and then another line of words appeared, shining green:

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