A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 605 Regrets Becoming a Football Star: Krum (Two Chapters Combined)

A carnival erupted in the Gryffindor Tower.

Hermione, being the most famous, naturally received the loudest cheers.

Angelina rushed up to her, excitedly saying, "Great, Gryffindor champion!"

Hermione, you have to win the championship!

"Oh, Angelina, have you forgotten me?" Fred said. "Hermione isn't the only warrior, I am too."

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

"Angelina, how did you tell us apart?" George, who was carrying bottles of liquor, looked up in surprise and asked.

"secret."

Angelina casually draped her arm over Fred's shoulder and winked at him. "Right, Fred?"

Watching Fred and Angelina interact, George felt inexplicably disappointed.

It was as if Fred had completely left him.

In an instant, he seemed to understand why he had been chosen as a warrior, and not Fred.

In William's words:

I'm single!

The power of being single is boundless!

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No! I don't want that power!

Ron grinned foolishly in the crowd; he had never received such attention before.

It used to be Harry.

Whenever someone saw Harry, he would be ignored and left out, which he silently endured without ever uttering a word.

This time, it was finally his turn.

Ron enjoyed this kind of scene, he loved being complimented and flattered. Just like Krum, wherever he went, people would ask for his autograph.

Ron drank one glass of wine after another.

When asked how he became a warrior, he described how he threw parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

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

The revelry continued until late into the night, when there were only a few people left in the lounge. Ron then staggered drunkenly toward his dormitory.

He plopped down next to Harry's bed and shook the sleeping Harry awake.

Actually, Harry woke up after Ron came in. Or rather, he hadn't been asleep at all.

Harry sat up and looked at Ron, who reeked of alcohol. He was still wearing the bright red Gryffindor flag.

"...Harry, I am a champion." Ron let out a burp.

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

"Don't untie it... I want to sleep with it on..." Ron's face was flushed, and his freckled face looked like a spoiled dragon fruit.

"Harry, I am a champion!" he repeated.

"Congratulations, Ron!" Harry said, his enthusiasm almost exaggerated, sounding completely unlike his own voice.

"That's awesome, Warriors, truly amazing."

"I think so too, Harry!" Ron said smugly.

"You don't know yet, do you? It's not just a 1000 Galleons bonus; the warrior doesn't even have to take the year-end exams... That's fantastic!!"

Harry murmured, "Yeah..."

He didn't care about the thousand gallons at all, nor did he think that not taking the exam was a good thing.

Harry was just thinking: what if he became a warrior too...

His face scrunched up.

He couldn't lie to himself; he certainly hoped that he, not Ron, would be the chosen warrior.

Thinking about this, Harry felt he had been treated unfairly.

William could make Ron a warrior, so why wouldn't Dumbledore allow him to become one?

Harry felt he couldn't compare to Hermione, whether in academics or magical abilities... and she and William had saved him many times.

But I am still better than Ron.

A voice within me spoke justly: Perhaps Dumbledore felt it was too dangerous.

But Harry believes that... he has faced danger more than once in the past few years.

If Ron can become a warrior, there's no reason why he can't.

Harry let out a mocking chuckle inwardly, but then felt disgusted with himself.

Ron is his best friend in the world. Just because he didn't become a warrior while Ron did, does he have to be unhappy?

No, you can't!

Ron, oblivious to Harry's expression, continued excitedly, "Harry, if I win the championship, not only will I be able to pay off all my debts, but I can buy whatever I want after that!"

"Well, you should be careful then. I've heard it's dangerous," Harry said.

He heard his own enthusiastic voice, which no longer sounded so fake, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listen to me—Ron—we still need to be careful. We're only in fourth grade; we don't have enough spells yet..."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore won't watch us die. Since they've organized the Triwizard Tournament, don't you think?"

Ron said nonchalantly, "I'm not stupid... If they can handle the Triwizard Tournament, there's no reason I can't!"

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

Ron grabbed Harry's hand enthusiastically and asked, slightly drunk, "Harry...you'll help me, won't you?"

Harry nodded earnestly and said, "Of course, we're best friends!"

"Warrior...I am a warrior..." Ron muttered, still drunk.

Harry looked at Ron lying on his bed and sighed.

He stood up again, laboriously untied the flag from Ron's body, dragged him to his own bed, and covered him with a blanket.

After finishing all this, a completely exhausted Harry lay back down on his bed and stared blankly at the deep red curtains.

Harry, who had finally fallen asleep late at night, had a dream:

He became a warrior, but was considered a fraud by others, even Ron... ignored him.

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The revelry wasn't confined to Gryffindor; all four houses held celebrations of varying degrees.

Therefore, when William arrived at the auditorium in the morning, there were hardly any students.

A moment later, Hermione arrived. She looked radiant and full of energy, showing no signs of sleepiness.

William yawned and said, "Hey, didn't your department celebrate last night?"

Ravenclaw made a ruckus until midnight, and Professor Flitwick even showed up, bringing a lot of alcohol with him.

The college also held song and dance performances, as well as instrumental music performances.

If he hadn't made an appointment with Hermione, he probably would have slept in that morning.

"Of course we celebrate!" Hermione said, sitting down at the Ravenclaw table.

"But I only stayed for ten minutes before leaving. You know I get drunk easily. I don't dare drink without you around."

"You didn't see how much Qiu drank last night," William laughed. "But she has a high tolerance for alcohol; even Professor Flitwick got drunk."

Hermione reached out and took their breakfast from the table.

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

"Keep making the shampoo. I've prepared several scents; see which one you like," William said.

William was also planning to get Hagrid a scent he liked. Otherwise, using lubricant every time was just too awful.

"Okay, let's go to the restricted area of ​​the library and borrow two books first," Hermione said. "I've already finished reading the Book of Curses I borrowed last time."

"But you absolutely can't stay there, or soon everyone will be coming to ask for our autographs."

"..."

William felt it necessary to advise Dumbledore to remove all the books about the curse from the Forbidden Zone.

As time passed, more and more students gathered around, and everyone pointed and whispered about the two of them.

Hermione wolfed down her breakfast and urged William to leave quickly; she didn't want to be stared at like a monkey.

Just then, Krum walked into the Great Hall. Surprisingly, he didn't sit at the Slytherin table, but instead walked towards the two of them.

However, his walking style looked a bit uncoordinated; his legs were slightly turned outwards, and his shoulders were noticeably bent forward.

This is clearly the result of prolonged training while sitting on a flying broomstick.

Well... Krum successfully dissuaded William from becoming a Quidditch player.

Why don't you just buy your own club and have some fun?

Krum approached and stared at William, asking a question.

"How did you do it? How did you turn so many people into warriors?"

"Sorry," William said, wiping his mouth. "I didn't quite understand what you meant."

"Come on, I know you did it, even though my classmates won't admit it." Krum raised his thick eyebrows.

"I'm just curious, if you can turn them into warriors, why don't you become one yourself?"

William glanced at Krum with a puzzled look, his expression seeming to say:

Are you teaching me to do things?

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not blaming you, Mr. Stark," Krum said slowly.

"I'm actually a fan of both of you. I started following you after the Paris incident last year."

Do you remember that night of the World Cup final? I was kidnapped too, and it was Mr. Stark who saved me.

I also wrote to you to express my gratitude. Did you receive it?

William shook his head and said, "I don't think so, Hermione?"

Hermione gave a vague answer: "Probably not."

She suddenly remembered that the two of them hadn't even read the letter; they had treated it as spam, and Ron had taken it to keep.

Krum was somewhat annoyed, but quickly said, "Mr. Stark, I know you are a student at Hogwarts, and I was very excited when I came here."

I'd love to fight you... as a warrior.

Since you have the ability to turn them into warriors, why don't you participate yourself?

To be honest, I'm really a little disappointed...

"Disappointed? What do you mean? You think William is too scared to participate?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Why he didn't participate? You can ask your principal, Karkarov."

"What do you mean?" Krum stared at Hermione.

"Your headmaster forbids William from participating," Hermione said impatiently.

"Kakaloff believes that William is too strong, and if he participates, your school will have no chance!"

"If William isn't banned, Durmstrang won't participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Hermione snorted and said:

"What, your principal didn't mention this? Otherwise, what do you think the age limit is all about?"

Krum was taken aback and looked at Hermione, saying, "He didn't say that."

"Now you know, don't say stupid things like 'Why aren't you participating' anymore," Hermione said.

"Even if William doesn't participate, Hogwarts will still be the champion. I am one of the warriors too!"

Krum stared wide-eyed at Hermione.

More and more students gathered around, and William and Hermione stood up at the same time, preparing to go to the House of Requirement.

"Hey, where are you two going? I'm not familiar with Hogwarts. Could you show me around the school?" Krum asked eagerly.

William looked speechless. They're both too busy to be your tour guide.

Hermione clearly thought so too; she frowned and said:

"Sorry, if you need a tour guide, I can introduce you to a friend."

His name is Ron, and he's a fan of yours.

Hermione suddenly waved and called out, "Harry!"

Harry walked into the Great Hall looking sleepy. He hadn't slept well the night before and had been woken up by Ron's snoring this morning.

Just as he entered the Great Hall, he heard Hermione calling him.

Harry went over and found Krum there too.

"What's wrong with you two?"

"Where's Ron? Our fellow student from another school seems to need a guide," Hermione asked.

"Ron is still sleeping," Harry said, speechless.

Last night, Ron said he was going to the library early this morning. This morning, Harry woke him up, but he said he'd go tomorrow and then went back to sleep.

Harry believed his lies!

Krum stared intently at Harry's forehead and noticed two scars there.

As more and more students gathered around to watch, Hermione tugged at William's sleeve.

William understood and immediately took out his wand and cast the Disillusionment Charm.

Amidst the students' astonished gazes, the two vanished into thin air and ran away.

Krum was still staring at the scar, a knowing look on his face.

Harry quickly covered his forehead with his bangs and reminded him, "They're both gone."

Krum turned his head and found that the person was really gone!

"Where do you think those two usually go?"

"How would I know?" Harry shrugged.

"William and Hermione are often nowhere to be seen all day, and sometimes they don't even show up for meals."

Harry stared at Krum, a bizarre thought forming in his mind. It seemed the soccer star was also a fan of celebrities.

"You might want to check out the library," Harry suggested.

"Hmm... are they a couple?" Krum suddenly asked.

"When I read the newspaper, they were usually seen together. They even went to Venice together during the summer vacation."

"Probably... They've never publicly acknowledged it," Harry chuckled. "But they've been inseparable for years."

He simply couldn't believe that William and Hermione weren't a couple!

Krum's face darkened, and he suddenly pointed to the door and asked:

"Huh, who's that girl... she seems to be one of the warriors too."

Looking into the distance, Harry realized that Krum was referring to Cho.

"That girl is quite pretty too," Krum said.

Harry suddenly stopped laughing; his expression wasn't much better than Krum's.

"Yes, it is very beautiful." Harry's tone turned harsh.

"But she has a boyfriend. He's a big guy, jealous, and likes to hit people. You absolutely mustn't mess with that girl."

Otherwise you'll get beaten up!

Harry started talking nonsense.

Krum grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Sigh, all the pretty girls are already taken. What's the point of being an international soccer star?"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Oh, right, don't go to the library."

William and Hermione often went to Professor Snape's office.

You can go there to find them!

"Professor Snape?" Krum glanced at Harry suspiciously.

"A very easy-going professor," Harry laughed.

"Go quickly!"

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