A carnival erupts in the Gryffindor Tower.

Hermione, the most famous one, deserved the warmest cheer.

Angelina rushed to her and said excitedly: "Great, Gryffindor Warrior!

Hermione, you must win the championship!”

"Oh, Angelina, have you forgotten me?" Fred said. "Hermione is not the only warrior, so am I."

"Come on, Fred, you're not George!"

"Angelina, how did you tell us the two?" George, who was moving the wine, looked up and said in surprise.

"secret."

Angeli's arm was naturally placed on Fred's shoulder and blinked at him. "Is it, Fred?"

Watching Fred and Angelina interact, George was inexplicably a little disappointed.

It seemed as if Fred had completely gone away from him.

For a moment, he seemed to understand why he was chosen as the Warrior, not Fred.

In William's words:

Single!

The power of single dogs is endless!

No! I don’t want this kind of power!

Ron giggled in the crowd, he had never been paid attention to this way.

It was always Harry.

Every time someone saw Harry, he was left alone, and he endured it silently, never mentioning a word.

This time, it was his turn finally.

Ron likes this kind of scene, likes to be flattered and flattered. Just like Krum, someone asks him to sign wherever he goes.

Ron drank a glass of wine, then a glass of wine.

When others asked how to become a warrior, he described how he threw parchment into the gorge of fire.

After drinking seven or eight bottles of wine, the story became more and more complete and bizarre.

The fun was in the middle of the night, and there were few people in the lounge, so Ron walked towards the dormitory drunk.

He sat down next to Harry's bed and woke Harry who was sleeping.

In fact, Harry woke up after Ron came in. Or rather, he hadn't fallen asleep.

Harry sat up and looked at Ron, who was covered in alcohol. He was still wearing a bright red Grangedo flag.

"...Harry, I'm a Warrior." Ron burped.

Harry covered his nose and wanted to help him untie the flag, but was pushed away.

"Don't untie...I'm going to sleep with it..." Ron's face turned red, with freckled face, a dragon fruit that seemed to be broken.

"Harry, I'm a Warrior!" he repeated.

"Congratulations, Ron!" Harry said, his enthusiasm was a little exaggerated, and it didn't sound like his voice at all.

"Great, Warriors, it's amazing."

"I feel this way, Harry!" Ron said proudly.

"You don't know yet. It turns out that it's more than a thousand gallons bonus, and the Warriors don't have to take the year-end exam yet... It's great!!"

Harry murmured, "Yes..."

He didn't care about Yiqian Jialong at all, nor did he think it would be a good thing not to take the exam.

Harry was just thinking: If he became a Warrior too...

His face wrinkled.

He can't lie to himself, he certainly hopes that the warrior he selected is himself, not Ron.

Thinking of this, Harry felt unfairly treated.

William can make Ron a Warrior, why doesn't Dumbledore allow him to be a Warrior?

Harry felt that he could not compare to Hermione, regardless of his grades or magical strength... She and William had saved him many times.

But I am still better than Ron.

A voice sounded in his heart and said fairly: Maybe Dumbledore felt it was too dangerous.

But Harry believes that... the dangers he has experienced in the past few years have been more than once.

Ron can be a warrior, he has no reason.

Harry let out a sarcastic chuckle inside, but then he felt disgusted with himself again.

Ron is his best friend in this world. Is it because he has not become a warrior and he is depressed?

No!

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's expression and said excitedly: "Harry, if I can win the championship, I can not only pay off all the money, but also buy whatever I want in the future!"

"Well, then you have to be careful, I heard it's very dangerous," said Harry.

He heard his enthusiastic voice, which was no longer so false, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listen to me - Ron - you should be careful. We are only in the fourth grade and we don't master enough spells..."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore won't watch us die. Since they held the Triple Championship, don't you?"

Ron said without hesitation: "I'm not a fool either... If they can all handle the Trio, I have no reason not to do it!"

"Of course, I'm going to the library to study early tomorrow morning and find some useful magic."

Ron enthusiastically held Harry's hand and asked drunkenly, "Harry... will you help me?"

Harry nodded seriously and said, "Of course, we are our best friends!"

"Warrior...I'm a Warrior..." Ron, drunk, was still murmuring.

Harry looked at Ron lying on his bed and sighed.

He stood up again, struggled to untie the flag on Ron, dragged it to his own bed and covered it with a quilt.

After all this, Harry, exhausted, lay back on the bed, staring at the crimson curtain in a daze.

After staying up to the middle of the night, Harry, who finally fell asleep, had a dream:

He became a warrior, but others considered a liar, and even Ron... ignored him.

...

...

The carnival was not only held at Gryffindor College, but all the four major colleges held celebrations to varying degrees.

Therefore, when William came to the auditorium in the morning, there were almost no students.

After only a moment, Hermione came. She was energetic, looked very energetic, and was not sleepy at all.

William yawned and said, "Hey, did your yard celebrate last night?"

But Lavenclaw was furious until twelve o'clock, and Professor Flevy also came and brought a lot of wine.

The college also held a singing and dancing performance, blowing and playing.

If he hadn't made an appointment with Hermione, he might have been sleeping in the morning.

"Celebrate of course." Hermione sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

"But I only stayed for ten minutes and ran away. You know, I'm prone to getting drunk. If you're not here, I dare not drink."

"You didn't see how much he drank last night in autumn." William smiled. "But she has a good alcohol tolerance, and Professor Flevy was drunk."

Hermione took the breakfast for the two from the table.

She handed William a sandwich and asked, "What are we doing today?"

"Continue to make shampoo, I'll prepare several scents to see which one you like," William said.

He also planned to give Hagrid a taste he liked. Otherwise, it would be terrible to use lubricant every time.

"Okay, let's go to the library's restricted area to borrow two books first," said Hermione. "The book of Curse I borrowed last time has been finished."

"But you must not stay there, otherwise you will come to us for signature soon."

“…”

William felt it was necessary to suggest Dumbledore to remove all the books introducing the curse in the penalty area.

As time passed, there were more and more students around, and everyone pointed at the two of them.

Hermione swallowed the breakfast whole and urged William to leave quickly. She didn't want to be watched like a monkey.
To be continued...