#364 - Chapter 364 You Don’t Understand My Happiness

Having bid farewell to Malfoy and Cedric, Harry walked briskly towards the Gryffindor common room.

As soon as he opened the portrait of the Fat Lady, he was almost knocked off his feet by the deafening cheers.

Immediately following, a dozen hands suddenly reached out, and Harry was dragged into the common room before he could even react.

Everywhere, hands were grabbing at him: patting his shoulders, ruffling his hair, and even taking the opportunity to grope him.

Harry was pushed back and forth incessantly, his entire being in a state of confusion.

Merlin!

This was too enthusiastic.

He felt like someone caught by zombies in a Muggle movie scene.

Of course, his classmates weren't zombies; they were simply expressing their joy in this way.

The young wizards cheered, screamed, and whistled incessantly. Fred and George even produced several confetti fireworks to celebrate Harry's selection.

"Professor McGonagall is overjoyed and has granted us special permission to celebrate properly tonight!" Fred yelled, looking extremely excited.

"That's right, we won't be in trouble with the professors for being too noisy tonight, so cheer as much as you like!" George grabbed Harry, ready to spin him around.

"Fantastic, Harry, you're Gryffindor's only champion!" Angelina shrieked, patting Harry.

Lee Jordan excitedly produced a huge Gryffindor banner and draped it over Harry's shoulders like a cloak.

In an instant, Harry was completely the center of the party. The whole scene was lively, filled with laughter and conversation.

Harry relaxed and joined in the revelry with everyone.

While celebrating, his eyes kept scanning the crowd, searching for Hermione and Ron.

However, he searched for a long time without seeing either of his friends.

This discovery made his heart sink slightly, and he felt endless worry for Ron.

Ron didn't come... Is it because he wasn't chosen as a champion and is too sad?

It must be so!

It seems this matter has really hit Ron hard. How should he comfort him later?

No, he can't just keep making a fuss here.

He should go find Ron as soon as possible.

Harry originally wanted to slip away as soon as possible to return to the dormitory and comfort his good buddy, but it was completely impossible to escape.

Whenever he tried to approach the stairs leading to the dormitory, he would be blocked by the surrounding classmates. Everyone cheered and pulled him back while stuffing him with cup after cup of butterbeer.

"I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore."

Harry covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly, struggling greatly to get away from the crowd.

He hurried back to the dormitory, only to find it empty, without a single person.

Strange, where's Ron?

It wasn't until nearly curfew that Ron returned to the dormitory, his face bearing a peculiar smile that made Harry worried.

Smile?

How could he be smiling?

Moreover, he had never seen this kind of smile on Ron's face before.

"Ron..." Harry hesitated, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! What could be wrong with me?" Ron lay on the bed, resting his arms behind his head, his eyes staring straight at the top of the bed curtains, revealing an absent-minded expression.

Hermione is really so gentle.

What to do, the more I think about it, the more I like her.

Harry didn't know what Ron was thinking, but he just felt that Ron's reaction was very abnormal.

"Ron, it's not your fault that you weren't chosen as a champion. Don't be too sad."

Sad?

Ron raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Harry.

"I'm not sad at all, on the contrary, I'm very happy."

"By the way, congratulations again on becoming a champion, Harry! You must do your best."

Hehe, Harry, what is a champion? You simply don't understand my happiness.

Seeing Harry's hesitant look, Ron quickly said, "I'm serious, Hermione has already enlightened me, and I've now seen through everything."

"Hurry up and go to sleep. I've already arranged to go to the library with Hermione tomorrow to study and prepare for the mid-term and final exams."

Exams?

Isn't it too early for that?

Ron was indeed stimulated; you must know that he used to only start revising before the exams.

"Okay," Harry nodded, "I'll go study with you."

"No need," Ron waved his hand casually, "There are only three weeks left until the first task, so you must make full use of this time to prepare properly."

"Especially since you, Malfoy, and Cedric have to form a completely new team. Just getting in sync will take a lot of effort."

"Not to mention, the division of labor among the three of you is a big problem, after all, your and Malfoy's fighting styles are very similar, both being speed-attack types."

"This problem can only be solved by the three of you. No one else can intervene. I won't say anymore, I'm going to wash up first."

Watching Ron's retreating figure as he went to wash up, Harry shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, let time slowly heal the wounds in Ron's heart. With his personality, he'll be lively again in a few days.

For Harry, in just one night, his life at Hogwarts had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, Harry found Ron's bed curtains wide open, the bed neatly made.

Did he really go to the library to study?

So early!

Harry washed up, and as soon as he arrived in the common room, the Gryffindor students cheered again.

When he left the common room and walked around the campus, he found that this situation was even more exaggerated. It seemed that all the Hogwarts students regarded him as a hero.

Everywhere, there were admiring glances. Some girls whispered as he passed by, unable to resist curiously peeking at him, their faces flushed slightly.

There were even a few lower-year students who mustered up the courage to come forward, excitedly holding magical cameras to take photos with Harry as a souvenir.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, the Harry Potter fan support group organized by the Colin brothers was already waiting there, wearing fan badges and asking him for autographs.

Harry was embarrassed to refuse them, so he could only keep thanking them and then take out a pen to sign for them.

Among the fans, there was also a little girl, Ron's sister, Ginny.

When it was her turn, her body trembled slightly, as if it took a lot of courage for her to hand her satchel to Harry.

"Ginny, do you want me to sign on this?" Harry pointed to the satchel in his hand and asked.

Hearing Harry call her name, the little girl's face immediately turned red. She stared at Harry and nodded, taking a long time to utter an "Um".

"Okay, here you go, thank you for your support!"

The support of his classmates made Harry feel a little elated.

Unlike the attention he had previously received due to his Savior title, this time he had won it fairly and squarely with his own strength.

Speaking of which, he could be considered to be enjoying the Krum-style treatment.

Not to mention, this feeling was not bad.

However, in less than half a day, Harry regretted his thoughts.

No matter where he went, he would be followed by fervent little fans, which left him with no personal space at all, even when he returned to the dormitory.

He once again began to miss the days of being a nobody, and could only pack his bag in embarrassment and slip away to the library to find Ron and Hermione.

Mrs. Pince was watching over there, and no young wizards dared to make noise there.

The sky gradually darkened, and Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Just as he was hesitating about how to go to the Great Hall to eat, Malfoy found him with a pale face and dragged him directly outside the library door.

"Harry, we're in trouble!"