Chapter 655 Ron Is Confused

Hermione pursed her lips. She wasn't sure why Dumbledore had to let her do it, but she didn't feel embarrassed.

Weighing the weight of the sword, she wondered if the goblin's craftsmanship was too good. The last time she held the sword, it didn't feel heavy. When she held the sword again after five years, she didn't feel light either. It even felt like it was handy.

The sharp sword tip was pressed against the recess in the center of the crown, where the largest sapphire should have been set, but it was now empty.

The frequency and amplitude of the crown's trembling showed her own fear. Hermione pierced it without much effort, thick black mist spurted out, and an unknown magical disgust suddenly enveloped the entire office.

"Uh-huh...ah..."

Hoarse wails began to echo, and a sharp voice hissed from the crown: "I hear the voices in your head, and I know your desires."

Loren quietly held the wand.

Dumbledore sat behind the table, silent, his blue eyes as calm as a frozen lake.

"I hear your dream, Hermione Granger, you want to save those poor, mean elves, you want to-"

Before she could finish these words of temptation mixed with threats, Hermione had already stabbed her sword, and the crisp sound of broken metal sounded. After a shrill scream, the thick black mist dissipated, and the crown on the table was stabbed in the middle. Wear it through, with a slender gap running through it from front to back.

Hermione calmly put the sword back into the Sorting Hat, just like a heroic swordsman sheathing his sword. Loren must admit that the little witch like this was a bit handsome, almost comparable to herself.

At exactly this time, a roar of cheers came from the Quidditch pitch in the distance, causing the glass windows to tremble slightly.

"It's time to say goodbye..." Dumbledore smiled, "There will probably be a celebration party in the common room. Although it is not convenient to reveal the things here, I think it should not prevent you from enjoying your victory."

"..."

Loren and Hermione were filled with questions. They looked at each other, and their eyes conveyed similar messages.

No wonder Scrimgeour disliked Dumbledore.

The Riddler deserves it!

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The jubilant atmosphere erupted from the portrait hole and flooded the entire seventh floor. The little wizards of Gryffindor crowded in the common room to celebrate their victory excitedly.

The Creevey brothers gathered around Seamus and Dean, discussing loudly the game that had just ended. Their faces turned red, they danced, and they imitated the players' movements when they got excited. Some people were scolding the new Slytherin team as despicable as before, and some people were scorning the new commentator. Seamus and Dean felt very sorry for this, and introduced the grand occasion of Loren as the commentator to the people in the following years.

"Malfoy didn't play again. I wonder what they are doing?"

"That Seeker Harper is so lame, like a buffoon!"

"When Harry finally snatched the Golden Snitch from him, everyone was dumbfounded hahaha..."

"Ginny is so beautiful. I heard that she was originally a substitute seeker. I didn't expect that she could be so good as a batter!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"..."

Loren and Hermione didn't ask specifically. They pieced together today's battle situation from those excited words.

The Gryffindor players all performed exceptionally well and led the opponent by 60 points in half an hour. Ginny scored four goals by herself, leaving the entire audience stunned. Ron prevented all attacks, and Perks and Gut cooperated tacitly. On the contrary, the two veteran players Harry and Katie had almost no room to play.

The person who succeeded Lee Jordan as the commentator was Hufflepuff's Zachary Smith. His reputation was not very good. Gryffindor players generally disliked him. He always commented arrogantly on others, and his chatter looked like that of a second-year student. The Ernie kind of looks like that.

But Ernie is now in the sixth year and has become a prefect of Hufflepuff, and he has a vague sense of Cedric's demeanor...

Seeing the lively scene in the lounge, the heavy hearts that Loren and Hermione brought out of the principal's office gradually dissipated. Their shoulders relaxed and they did not continue to struggle. After all, it was not something they could change.

Instead of going to the liveliest place and avoiding the crowds, the two of them sat down at the small round table at their usual place. Crookshanks came out of nowhere, meowed twice, and put his head next to Loren's. Rubbing the upper of the shoe a few times, he lay down quietly.

Take out the snacks and pour hot tea.

Loren and Hermione watched with interest. The team members were thrown up and caught one after another, and waves of applause and cheers erupted in the lounge.

After throwing it several times, it still wasn't enough. The congratulatory crowd gathered around the most dazzling players and laughed loudly around them. Some young people winked at the players, without caring that some of them had company.

Harry and Ginny struggled to squeeze out, their hair was messed up, and their robes were wrinkled, before they arrived at the small round table in a bit of embarrassment.

"Tsk, what is the main character of the party doing on the fringes instead of staying in the center of the stage?"

"Stop being so mean, Loren."

Harry poured himself a cup of tea, poured it into his stomach, and exhaled a long breath of relief before he had time to straighten his robes.

Just now, he took Ginny and squeezed out of the crowd. He was only focused on protecting Ginny. He didn't notice that someone was taking advantage of him. He just pinched his arm muscles. There was actually someone pinching his butt, as if he was a boy!

"Pooh!"

Ginny also drank a cup of tea and slowly recovered, vaguely feeling that someone was missing nearby: "Where's Ron?"

"Here, it's in the middle of the crowd."

"The person holding the flowers next to him looks familiar..."

"It's Lavender! My roommate!"

"Tsk..."

Following Loren's line of sight, the crowd that was tightly packed together a few minutes ago automatically made room, and the little wizards consciously formed a circle, excitedly watching the blonde girl holding the flowers walk towards the captain of the Quidditch team.

Ron looked a little dazed.

"Ron Weasley!"

Lavender Brown's voice was a little trembling. She handed the flowers in her hand and said tremblingly, "I like you, can we be together?"

"Uh..."

Ron's mind was blank, and some instinct drove him to take the flowers and stand there stupidly.

Before he could react, amid the cheers and shouts of a group of people, Lavender threw herself into his arms, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, planting a long kiss that lasted for a long time.

The unique perfume smell of the girl, the soft body in his arms, the wet heat in his mouth... These unprecedented experiences came up all at once, and Ron's brain crashed and he almost suffocated.

After a long time, fresh air filled his chest again, and Ron came back to his senses. In front of him was the blonde girl, and around him was the shrill cheering.

He blinked blankly:

"It seems, it feels... not bad?"