Harry felt that his future was utterly bleak.
He did not even dare meet Xu Yue anymore, having no idea what face he could possibly show him.
Now he felt that wherever he went, he would draw strange looks.
The only difference was that most girls looked at him with sympathy, while the boys' reactions were much more complicated.
Even Ron had been avoiding him lately.
Even some of the comforting words were hard for him to accept.
"Rebellious phases are nothing. Everyone goes through them."
"Just little troubles of adolescence."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots of people are like that."
"This is Britain."
Even Cho Chang, for whom he had some feelings, was looking at him encouragingly, leaving Harry devastated.
"I'll kill her! I swear!"
Harry viciously tore up another copy of the Daily Prophet, his expression somewhat twisted.
But then "Moody" called out to him.
"Harry, I think you should prepare for your competition now. As a lower-year student, don't go dying before you even get the chance to admit defeat. Come on, I'll give you some special training."
The upheaval this time had been too great. Even Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Moody, felt that things had gone somewhat beyond his control. So, in order to ensure Harry's victory, he had no choice but to be more direct.
And conveniently, there was a vulnerability in Harry's heart right now, and he did not want to see his friends. So he threw all his energy into training...
"I don't really mind."
After finishing her special training in the Room of Requirement, Shirley said as calmly as ever, sweat gleaming on her tired forehead.
Xu Yue could not help laughing wryly. Rita, that unscrupulous reporter, really had a knack for finding bizarre angles. Somehow, she had dragged