Chapter 747 Trophy

Mrs. Weasley looked confused.

Is it like this?

Hermione and Harry?

What about Robert?

No, wait, this is just someone else's guess, and you don't need to pay much attention to it.

Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me. I thought Hermione and Harry were together." Mrs. Weasley showed a reproachful expression, "They are just helping each other. You are overthinking, Charlie."

But Charlie is not so optimistic.

"No one can tell clearly what is going on in children's heads." Charlie was a little worried. "If they are seen together often, who knows what rumors will spread."

Mrs. Weasley wondered, "What's the point? Hermione often helps Harry. Isn't it common for them to be together? Besides, doesn't Hermione have a boyfriend?"

"Mom, how long has it been since you had afternoon tea with other people? Rumors without any evidence are the easiest to spread." Charlie looked at Mrs. Weasley speechlessly, "Besides, they are in fourth grade this year. I’ll be an adult in two years!”

Only then did Mrs. Weasley react, but she obviously didn't care about it and shrugged, "I won't believe that kind of gossip! I'm not a fool who can't judge for myself!"

Charlie laughed dryly.

Of course you are not a fool, but when it comes to gossip, you are always the first to believe it.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley has finally stopped asking questions about fire dragons.

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

If the mother knew that the fire dragons were actually sent to Hogwarts, they would not only put the fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest, but also wake them up and almost kill everyone in one go...

Then his career is estimated to be over in this life. Whether it is his father, mother, or his brothers and sisters, they will all protest in their souls and prohibit him from contacting the profession of dragon trainer again.

If this really happens, Charlie will definitely be very depressed. Being a dragon trainer is his lifelong dream! What a despair it would be to be banned.

"Harry, you need to concentrate." Hermione pointed out Harry's mental state without mercy. He was in a daze.

Harry suddenly reacted and looked at Hermione with some confusion, and then at Robert, Cedric and Qiu sitting in the corner.

So, why did it become like this?

Originally, Harry asked Hermione to help him practice the summoning spell, but Hermione invited Robert to participate, and Cedric happened to be present at the time, so he asked to come and practice together.

After everyone gathered together, they met Qiu Zhang who had finished Quidditch training.

Their team quickly grew from two people to five people.

The team grew rapidly, but Harry was not happy at all.

Hey, this is like a public execution! It's like asking me to show that I don't know how to summon spells in front of so many people!

Therefore, when Harry entered the Room of Requirement, he was in a state of floating in the clouds.

He had no idea what to do now.

"Sorry." Harry said dullly, "But with so many people looking at me, I feel a little..."

He wanted to ask Hermione if he could practice somewhere else, just the two of them.

But Hermione did not answer, but seriously pointed out something that Harry had ignored, "Harry, you are making excuses! If you can't even use the summoning spell when facing the four of us, , how can you be sure that you can still use it when facing thousands of viewers?"

Harry opened his mouth and found that he couldn't refute.

This is really depressing.

After a long while, he hesitantly picked up the wand and once again summoned the "Dictionary of Common Runes" that was placed at Hermione's feet.

Unfortunately, the effect is still not good.

He has begun to despair. Damn the dictionary, please move it!

Robert looked on with a rather strange expression, the kind that wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

How should I put it? This scene is probably similar to the scene in a certain fairy novel "Zhu Xian" that I read many years ago, which describes the fourth level of the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao Yu Qing realm to drive away objects.

Others wave, or perform weird sword techniques for visual presentation, but wizards are different. They hold a branch towards the object they want to drive.

It seems like a threat. If you dare not move, I will stab you to death with this holy sword!

This is very joyful.

As a result, everyone gathered around to watch the scene where Harry couldn't move the dictionary even though his face was red from holding it in.

Harry sat slumped on the ground, doubting his life.

Cedric scratched his head, not knowing what to say, but Qiu stood up and walked towards Harry, "Harry, what you did just now was right, but you were not focused enough."

"Don't be nervous, how about we try again?"

Harry raised his head and saw a beautiful woman with an encouraging face, and his little heart couldn't help but beat twice.

Oh my god, this girl...

So beautiful!

Harry, whose head was buzzing and could no longer hear other sounds, could only see this beautiful face that transcended racial and aesthetic boundaries.

Seeing that Harry didn't respond, but looked directly at herself, Qiu was a little confused.

She raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand, and waved it in front of Harry, "Harry? Are you listening to me?"

Harry came back to his senses and said calmly, "Um, um, I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Qiu glanced at him helplessly, and Harry seemed to see coquettishness in that look, which made his heartstrings waver again.

"I mean, you can try again." Qiu said seriously, "We all have rich experience in failed summoning spells and can help you quickly find a way to succeed in the spell."

Harry hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Why?"

"Huh?" Qiu blinked, which made her look even more charming, "Is there something wrong?"

Harry looked at Qiu, then at Cedric in the distance, and finally summoned the courage to ask, "Why do you want to help me? Cedric and I are rivals, aren't we?"

Qiu showed a surprised expression, "Aren't we all friends?"

"Huh?" Harry was startled and explained in a panic, "This, this, although they are also friends, they are also opponents during the competition!"

Qiu stared at Harry helplessly, as if she hated the fact that steel cannot become steel, "Have you ever thought about a question..."

Harry looked at her confused.

"Does the trophy of the Four-wizard Tournament belong to you or does it belong to Hogwarts?" Qiu asked a question that sounded a bit strange.