All things are three at Hogwarts

While Alan devoted himself to the study of dementors, Harry was restless and extremely depressed.

Harry was treated like a hero when he returned to Gryffindor. The Gryffindors enthusiastically stuffed food into his arms. Everyone was asking him how he put his name into the Goblet of Fire. .

He explained over and over again that he didn't know what was going on.

But no one wanted to hear him say that he was not hungry, no one wanted to hear him say that he did not put his name into the goblet, and no one seemed to notice that he was not in the mood to celebrate at all...

What made him most desperate was that when he returned to the dormitory and thought he could have a good chat with Ron about this strange incident, Ron questioned him with an expression that was both strange and familiar to him.

Familiar because when Ron talked about Allen, the expression on his face was exactly the same; unfamiliar because

"It doesn't matter, you know, you can tell me the truth." Harry once again recalled the way Ron said that, but it was a very awkward and forced smile, "If you don't want others to know , very good, but I don't understand why you lied. You didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady, that Violet, she has told us all that Dumbledore asked you to be selected. A bonus of a thousand galleons, right? And you can also choose not to take Defense Against the Dark Arts classes..."

Harry squatted down in despair and held his head.

He originally thought that at least a few people would believe him, and one of them was Ron.

"Harry, what are you doing squatting here?" a surprised girl said.

"Hermione..." Harry didn't know how to express his feelings for a moment. The last time he had a serious conversation with Hermione seemed to be a long time ago.

"Why isn't Ron with you?" Hermione looked around in confusion.

"Ron, he asked me how on earth I threw my name into the Goblet of Fire," Harry muttered.

"Oh, I see." Hermione tossed her long, disheveled hair back, "Harry, he's just jealous."

Hermione's voice didn't rise much, but the tone of stating the facts made Harry feel more and more that what she said was the truth.

"Think about it," Hermione said patiently, "At home, he is the least visible one; at school, it is always you who attracts everyone's attention, and he doesn't get any attention."

Hermione paused, tilted her head, and studied Harry's expression. There was no expression of anger on Harry's face, and he stared blankly at Hermione.

So Hermione continued: "It's understandable if you think about it. Compared with you, he is a little transparent; compared with me, he is a scumbag; compared with Allenby... hum!"

Although Hermione didn't say the next words, Harry nodded involuntarily.

"Alan and I have drifted away from him. Only you, as his best friend, and so famous. Every time other people see you, he is left aside. I think this time he may not be able to bear it anymore." …”

"You mean, he said that on purpose?" Harry's voice sounded extremely bitter, and the closer he got, the deeper the hurt.

Hermione patted his shoulder in silent comfort.

"Hermione, do you believe me?" Harry looked up suddenly and asked.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up." Realizing that her next words might be a bit hurtful, Hermione swallowed the last sentence "You don't have the ability yet" in her stomach.

Harry took Hermione's words as her wholehearted trust in him, and his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"Harry, I believe you too." Ginny walked out from the corner.

Hermione was a little embarrassed when Ginny heard her talking about Ron in front of Harry. She smiled awkwardly at Ginny, but Ginny didn't care.

"You know, Ron is like this sometimes. He can be jealous and jealous, but he is not bad." Ginny explained for Ron.

"Harry, I believe you didn't put your name in it. You can tell by the expression on your face at that time. It was full of disbelief." Ginny stepped forward and took the initiative to hug Harry.

A smile appeared on Hermione's face. Ginny was really a smart witch who knew how to seize opportunities. She had liked Harry for so long, and now was the perfect time to get in his good graces.

When Alan came out of the tower, it was already time for dinner.

He hurried to the auditorium. He didn't want to eat the leftovers left by others.

"Hey, Alan." Alan stopped, it was Cedric.

"Ellen, congratulations on becoming a Hogwarts warrior. I wanted to congratulate you last night, but you left too late." Cedric's expression was very sincere.

This made Allen's smile become more sincere. Although Cedric has now lost his reputation as a Hogwarts warrior, his life is safe because of it.

Allen's appearance was warmly welcomed by the young wizards of Hogwarts. Compared with Harry, they were more willing to believe that Allen was the real warrior of Hogwarts.

Unlike Alan, who won the respect of the young wizards at Hogwarts with his strength, Harry felt the disgust and dissatisfaction of the young wizards. In addition, Ron and he had fallen out, and Hermione had already walked away from them. Even though Ginny showed trust in him, Harry still felt extremely lonely.

He wanted to go to Hagrid in order to get some warmth, but Hagrid was always acting out of character lately. He not only wore suits and ties, but also put on a bow tie and sprayed on cologne.

Harry observed Allen and had to admit that Allen was more of a warrior than him, with his handsome appearance, graceful temperament, and world-renowned reputation...

In just a few days, he had seen girls begging Allen to sign their schoolbags more than once.

And it was Pansy, a Slytherin, who inspired Harry to fight from low to angry.

When he went to his torturous Potions class, he found the Slytherin students waiting outside the classroom, each with a large badge pinned to the front of their robes.

Harry didn't react for a moment, but when he got closer, he saw clearly that the badges all had the same words printed on them. The bright red letters glowed in the dim light of the underground corridor, as if they were on fire:

Support Alan Harris

Hogwarts' strongest warrior!

"Do you like it, Potter?" Pansy said loudly when she saw Harry approaching, "They have other tricks, look!"

She pressed the badge hard on her chest, and the words on it disappeared, and then another line of words appeared, shining green:

Penguin Shit Porter