Chapter 562 (1/2)

Harry woke up on Sunday morning and it took him a while to remember why he was so sad and upset.

Last night's scenes come to mind.

He sat up, draped his bed, ready to talk to Ron, to make him believe himself - only to find Ron's bed empty, and apparently he had gone to breakfast.

Harry dressed and walked down the spiral stairs into the common room.

As soon as he appeared, the breakfast people clapped again.

Go down the hall and face the people who think he's a hero? I'm afraid the prospect is not very optimistic, but stay here?

The Weasleys would force him into a corner and force him to join them. He made up his mind to move towards the portrait, pulled it open, climbed out, and found himself facing Hermione and van Lin, both of whom had just returned from dinner.

”Hi,” said Hermione, holding up the toast wrapped in the paper. ”I got you this Want to go out for a walk

”Good idea.” Harry was grateful.

They went downstairs, did not look into the hall, quickly passed the population hall, and soon walked on the lawn leading to the small lake.

Durmstrand's boat stopped by the lake, shadowed in the water. It's cold in the morning.

They chewed toast as they walked. Harry told her and what happened to van Lin after he left the Gryffindor table last night.

He was relieved to find that Hermione believed what he said without asking.

As for Vaseline, he should know better than anyone else.

Harry was very glad that his two friends were on his side without hesitation.

Maybe van Lin and Hermione have said it, but he doesn't care. He just wants to say it. It's much more comfortable to say it.

He told her what it was like in that room after leaving the hall. She said, ”of course I know you didn't sign up. Just look at the way you look when you hear Dumbledore announce your name! But the question is, who put the name in? Harry, Moody's right. I don't think any student can do that, except for van Lin But you also know that there is no reason for van Lin to let you take part in the competition, which is not a good thing, as for the rest of the people They can't fool goblet or Dumbledore -- ”

” have you seen Ron? ” Harry interrupts her.

Hermione hesitated.

”Well, yes, he's having breakfast.”

”Does he still think I signed up for it?”

”No, I don't think so. No, really.” Hermione was embarrassed.

”No, really. What does that mean?”

”Harry, isn't that obvious?” Hermione said, ”I think he's jealous.”

”Jealousy?” Harry felt unreasonable. ”What are you jealous of? He wants to make a fool of himself in front of the whole school? ”

”Well,” Hermione explained patiently, ”you know, you always get attention I know it's not your fault. ”

Harry tried to explain, and Hermione quickly sped up her voice. ”I know you don't want to, but, er, you know, at home Ron has to compete with his brothers. You're his best friend. You're really famous. Every time people pay attention to you, he always quietly back to one side. He was enduring it, though he never mentioned it. This time, I guess, he can't stand it any more. ”

” good, really good. ” Harry said bitterly, ”tell him that I'll trade with him whenever he wants to. Tell him that I welcome him to change Instead of people paying attention to my forehead scar... ”

Hermione said immediately, ”I don't tell him anything. Say it yourself. It's the only solution.