I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Ron had never seen Hermione so passionate and unrestrained before. He just stared blankly at Hermione who was so close to him, and it took him a long time to react to what was happening.

The students in the auditorium were also stunned, but after coming to their senses, they still gave the couple a warm round of applause.

As a result, all the rumors about Hermione and Harry disappeared magically, and were replaced by praises for Hermione and Ron's relationship.

What about love being stronger than gold? What about the best wife to marry is Hermione? Some people also say that Ron is just lucky.

Ron didn't care about these rumors. As a good man, he only cared about whether Hermione was happy.

Now he has been completely captured by Hermione, and follows Hermione to run SPEW affairs every day - that string of characters is the abbreviation of the Society for the Protection of House-Elves...

If Louis hadn't reminded him, Ron would have forgotten about protecting Harry.

When I was having dinner with Patchouli in the evening, I heard her talking about the library.

When talking about the library, we have to mention Hermione, a frequent visitor to the library. She can be seen almost every day, and she has a good relationship with Patchy. But Patchouli specifically mentioned Viktor Krum's name, and her face was full of annoyance when she mentioned him - not because Viktor Krum was causing trouble for anyone, but because he himself was trouble.

There would often be groups of girls hiding behind the bookshelf to spy on him, making quite a noise, which made her lose interest in reading.

"Mmq! He doesn't look good at all!" Patchouli complained to Louis angrily, "I don't think they like him very much, at least not because of his appearance - God, he looks like a black blind man... Mmq, I think these girls only approach him because he is famous. If he didn't do that fake thing of stealing chickens -"

"It was a Wronski feint!" Elizabeth gritted her teeth and said, in her eyes, Quidditch is sacred and inviolable, and an amateur like Patchouli who messes around with Quidditch terms is simply unforgivable...

"Mm-hmm, it was Wonski's fake move." Patchouli corrected immediately. She put the teacup on the table, propped up her chin and sighed, "Can't they just read quietly? I mean... at least they should be reserved and not make any noise. It's so rude, Mm-hmm..."

"You can't stop them from being crazy about it, Patsy." Catherine said casually, "For those of them who have nothing to do and are doing nothing, only this kind of fanaticism like chasing stars can consume their vigorous energy."

"That's very pertinent." Hermione nodded quickly. "What Catherine said is very right. Actually, I have had my fair share of troubles... Ever since that lady on the beach, Rita Skeeter..., wrote a long article about me in the Daily Prophet, my life has changed very quickly... There are a few girls in Beauxbatons who look at me as if I were an enemy and often speak ill of me, but I didn't provoke them... Ron was even put in detention for standing up for me and teaching them a lesson..."

That was why Ron didn't come to dinner tonight. He was still helping Mr. Filch clean the house. It was Professor McGonagall's order. As expected, she also deducted five points from Gryffindor.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Professor McGonagall was very happy, and she even praised Ron highly in front of those Beauxbatons students who had been taught a lesson. Ron was confused, but also somewhat happy, because at least he rejected Louis's intention to take him away.

Filch also promised that he would not let Ron do any hard work, and he still had to give Louis some face.

It should be said that Mr. Filch is not so annoying now, at least in the eyes of Gryffindor students.

"Hermione, I should tell you something." Louis crossed his arms and spoke slowly under Hermione's expectant gaze, "When an ugly pig comments on another ugly pig, it will not hesitate to praise it, because it knows that even if it praises it to the utmost, it is still a pig in essence and is of the same kind as itself. Praising it is also praising itself."

"When an ugly pig comments on a beautiful pig, the ugly pig will emphasize the shortcomings of the beautiful pig, and at the same time secretly aim to become a beautiful pig, longing to become one someday... But when a pig comments on a peacock, it knows clearly in its heart that it and the peacock are not even of the same species, and it will never be able to become a peacock, so it will speak harshly and hysterically, and always hope that the peacock will suffer..."

"Oh Louis!" Hermione held her heart with both hands, smiling like a flower, "So I am a peacock in your heart..."

"If you could be less controlling of Ron, you'd still be worthy of the role of Peacock," Louis said, raising his glass to Hermione.

Without saying a word, Hermione picked up the cup and created one with Louis, draining it in one gulp.

"Let's talk about SPEW, Louis..."

Hermione was halfway through her speech when she was interrupted by Louis.

"We can talk about this when we have time. Let's have something fun to talk about while we eat today. We will start our first project in a few days... Harry, how are your preparations going?" Louis turned to look at Harry beside him.

Draco, who was sitting next to Harry, picked up the "Potter Stinky Shit" badge on his chest and bared his teeth at Louis.

"Oh...oh..." Harry said unnaturally, "I, I don't know how well I'm prepared. I'm a little confused. I don't know what the first event will be...Oh my God, can I finish the competition well? Sigh..."

At this point, Harry suddenly felt as if he was shaking a little. That feeling of panic was so familiar - just like the first time he played Quidditch. Louis patted him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, even insects can eventually break out of their cocoons and become butterflies. I watched you grow up, you can definitely do it... This Triwizard Tournament is the stage for you to become a butterfly and fly freely in the air!"

"But I...I..." Harry was somewhat touched, yet somewhat unconfident, "Can I really do it?"

"Of course, believe in yourself, Harry." Louis patted him on the back.

"What about me? What about me, Louis?" Seamus, the explosive genius, asked excitedly, "Can I also become a butterfly in the future?"

Louis' face darkened: "Not all insects can turn into butterflies, some are fucking maggots..."

Seamus: ...

Oh my god, I am a maggot, right?
He suddenly shut himself in. After dinner, Hermione took out a notebook and started writing and drawing. Louis took a look and saw the list of SPEW members, including his, Ron, and Harry's names - yes, there were only a few people in the entire association. The president was Hermione Granger, the vice president was Louis Mountbatten, the permanent secretary was Ron, and the treasurer was Harry.

Originally, Hermione invited Catherine, but Catherine declined - not that Catherine had any opinion on Hermione, but she had a lot of opinions about the association itself.

God knows she has been cooking for her mother since she was a child, and how much she wants a house-elf to share her pain when she is so exhausted.

"Why did you invite my little deer to join your association?" Catherine looked at the notebook in Hermione's hand with a complicated expression. "Don't you think his background is not good and will affect the purity of your association?"

"Ah? Why do you say that?" Hermione looked at Catherine in confusion, wondering why Catherine suddenly brought this up. "Isn't he your boyfriend? How can you say that about him?"

"That's not a bad thing to say about him." Catherine folded her arms. "This guy is a member of the family of the largest feudal landlord in the whole of Britain. In other words, he is one of the top exploiters. Do you think he will sincerely work with you to protect the interests of house-elves? Even work with you to liberate the house-elves?"

"Hey, little moon, how can you talk like that!" Louis pulled Catherine back, "Can't a crocodile shed a few tears? Can't I be an enlightened aristocrat?"

Catherine looked at his head, then at his feet, and twitched her lips: "I would rather believe that there are no ghosts in this world."

Louis suddenly felt very upset. He pointed at Catherine with a trembling hand: "You...you wait for me..."

……

The consequences of Louis' anger are naturally very serious, but as for how serious...that cannot be elaborated.

According to Louis's observations over the past few days, the fates of several warriors are different. For example, Harry has a group of good friends around him, and Gryffindor is his die-hard supporter, so his life is relatively comfortable. The same is true for Cedric. This gentle and cheerful boy is very popular in Hufflepuff. No matter where he goes, he will be surrounded by a circle of die-hard supporters, and they are very fanatical.

As for Catherine... well, no one dared to support her like they did Harry and Cedric, but occasionally someone would cheer her up when she passed by, and Catherine would naturally not pretend not to see it, but would smile and greet them politely. As time went by, she did have a group of followers.

The same goes for Viktor Krum. Just as Patchouli said, he is always surrounded by a group of crazy girls - but Patchouli is obviously conservative. Many male Quidditch enthusiasts are not much worse than those crazy girls. They follow him every day like stalkers. And Krum is not only supported by his supporters, but his headmaster Karkaroff also favors him very much.

In comparison, Vasily Petrenko is more depressed. His grandmother and uncle don't love him, his classmates all surround Krum and ask about his well-being, Karkaroff only has eyes for Krum, and even many students at Hogwarts are Krum's fans, but Vasily only has himself.

The two girls from Beauxbatons were even more embarrassed. Compared to Krum, no one in Beauxbatons even openly supported the two girls. Each of them faced the two girls with deep hatred and resentment, as if they were the murderers of their fathers - probably because they felt that Marilyn and Fleur had taken their places.

Days passed by one after another, and time always accelerated inadvertently, as if it had been accelerated. Before I knew it, it was the day before the start of the first project.

At dinner time, Harry came to Louis' office in a hurry, followed by Cedric who also looked puzzled.

"Louis." Harry greeted, looked around and couldn't find Catherine, so he asked, "Where is Catherine?"

"Oh, you mean Catherine..." Louis scratched his head, "Catherine went to the library and will be back in about ten minutes... What happened to you?"

"Let's talk about it when Catherine comes back." Harry took two breaths and suddenly looked up and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Louis spread his hands, "I'm waiting for Catherine to come back and eat together."

"Then let's eat together." Harry suggested, "Cedric and I haven't eaten yet. As soon as we finished class, I stopped him and called him over."

"I don't know what you want." Cedric said gently, "But since you are so anxious, I followed you."

As they were talking, Catherine pushed the door open and walked in. When she saw Harry and Cedric sitting on the sofa, she looked at Louis in confusion.

"Don't look at me. They came here to discuss something important with you." Louis spread his hands and said, "I am also in the dark..."

Harry was not in a hurry at this time. He was writing what he was going to eat tonight on the coffee table. He didn't look up in a hurry. After he finished writing, he knocked on the corner of the table before looking up: "I received a message from Hagrid last night. He said he had something to talk to me about, so I wore the invisibility cloak and went to his hut. As a result..."

Harry shuddered uncontrollably at this.

"What's going on? Just tell me." Cedric urged. Harry's suspense made him a little crazy.

If anyone else came over, they would slap him in the face.

"I saw dragons." Harry said anxiously, "and Madame Maxime was there too—Hagrid mainly invited Madame Maxime and brought me along. And, I also saw Ron's brother Charlie. Charlie told Hagrid that those dragons are the first event that our warriors will face!"

Cedric gasped. He looked at Harry with an expression of disbelief and asked in a low voice: "Dragon - you said it was a dragon? Oh, God! They are really crazy, ha! Dragon, are they asking us to duel with a dragon? How is this possible... We are just children..."

Yes, you are just children, please don't let you go...

"I really don't know what the Triwizard Tournament organizers are thinking..." Harry said a little frustrated, "They can really think of asking us to deal with a dragon..."