Chapter 560 Hogwarts Warriors

After everyone left, the room suddenly became deserted.

"Ron, Cedric, Ivan, 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 All of your classmates are waiting to celebrate with you. They finally have an excuse to make a scene, and it is too wrong to take this opportunity away from them."

Ivan looked back at Dumbledore, wondering if Dumbledore had discovered anything.

He thought he wouldn't get a response, but suddenly saw that Dumbledore was looking at him with a smile.

Dumbledore nodded quickly to Ivan, and his smile seemed to have a particularly deep meaning.

What happened tonight is really weird, the contest has already begun, I don't know who will have the last laugh.

When they dragged Ron, who was almost immobile, out of the room, they realized that the auditorium was now empty.

The flame of the candle was already very low, which made the grinning smile of the jack-o-lantern flickering and weird.

"Weasley, I didn't expect you to become a warrior!" Cedric said with a forced smile, reaching out to Ron, "But anyway, we are all representing Hogwarts now, although you are me opponents..."

"There is only one person who can represent Hogwarts, and I will win you, and I will prove that I am a real warrior!" Ron said loudly.

He didn't shake hands with Cedric, who just stood there in embarrassment.

Ron looked a little paranoid now. After the great pressure passed, ecstasy followed.

There was chaos in his head, and there was only one thought.

His warrior status has been recognized by the Ministry of Magic and the school, and his dream has become a reality.

He's a Hogwarts warrior, a real one.

Because of being too excited, Ron's face was flushed, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Okay then, goodbye!" Cedric said coldly, retracting his right hand.

Several people separated quickly, and Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm a warrior, I'm a warrior, I'm a Hogwarts warrior!" Ron muttered to himself.

Along the way, he kept repeating these few words, as if hypnotizing himself.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione exchanged glances and looked at Ron worriedly.

"Ron, you shouldn't be talking to Cedric like that!" said Harry hesitantly. "He's actually a nice guy."

"Then what should I say, we are competitors now, and that little boy doesn't recognize me at all." Ron said, "He and I are both warriors, but there is only one who can represent Hogwarts, right?!"

"That's right, but..." Harry paused, and continued, "Well, then can you tell us how you put your name in the Goblet of Fire? It's the way Ivan said ?"

"I didn't. I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire. I wanted to, but I didn't have the chance. We've been with Hagrid all day." Ron froze for a moment, and said angrily, "You guys Don't you believe me?"

"Don't be silly, of course we believe you, otherwise we wouldn't ask Professor Moody to help you!" Ivan replied subconsciously.

He was still thinking about why Barty Crouch Jr. chose Ron. What conspiracy does this guy have? !

After Ron became a warrior, the entire plot and future development have been deflected too much.

Many things need to be overthrown and re-deduced.

"I'd like to believe you too, Ron!" said Harry, "though it's hard to believe."

"Okay, you three! The question now is not whether Ron has become a warrior, but who should put his name into the Goblet of Fire." Hermione said with a frown.

"Whoever it is, he's clearly helping me, isn't he?!" Ron laughed.

"Didn't you hear what Ivan and Professor Moody said?!" Hermione raised her brows up again, "That person wants to kill you!"

"Kill me?!" Ron froze for a moment, somewhat disapproving.

"The professors have said that the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous, and it is not something we can handle. You are likely to die there, Ron!" Hermione said worriedly, "You are not as strong as Aiwen. a lot of......"

"What the hell is going on with you?!" Ron interrupted Hermione, "I became a warrior, you should congratulate me instead of talking about these nonsense things."

His eyes flicked across Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"Congratulations?!" Hermione was surprised, looking at Ron in surprise, "You're crazy, it's not a good thing, those..."

"I know, you always think I'm not as good as Ivan, not as good as Harry, not even as good as you!" Ron said loudly, interrupting Hermione again, and the smile on his face gradually froze, "But I'm the warrior now, not you, and that's enough to prove everything, isn't it?!"

There was an awkward silence, and Hermione seemed transfixed by Ron's words.

Ivan knew that Ron had been depressed for too long, and was dazzled by the ecstasy of being suddenly called a warrior.

Let’s talk tomorrow if you have anything to say, or let him see the first project, I believe he will become more sober.

Ivan gently held Hermione's little hand, signaling her to stop talking.

Harry still wanted to say something, but this was when they were in front of the portrait of the fat woman.

The fat lady is not alone in her picture frame. Ivan saw that a wrinkled witch who appeared in the downstairs room just now is sitting proudly beside the fat lady. Into every painting that lined the seven flights of stairs, just to get here before him.

Both she and the Fat Lady were looking down at Ron with great interest, smiling.

"Yes, yes, yes!" said the Fat Lady. "Violet just told me everything. Who's just been chosen as a school champion?"

"Nonsense," said Hermione gruffly, and she was angry too.

If I knew this, I wouldn't go in and 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 fat lady comforted.

Then, she unscrewed forward, allowing the four of them into the common room.

When the portrait was opened, the sudden uproar in the ears was deafening.

Everyone seems to have planned to stay here specially. About a dozen hands stretched out at the same time and dragged Ron into the common room.

Inside was the entire Gryffindor House class, all screaming and cheering and whistling. (To be continued.)

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