Krum Regrets Becoming a Quidditch Star (Two-in-One Long Chapter)

A wild party 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 must win the championship!

"Oh, Angelina, have you forgotten me?" Fred said. "Hermione isn't the only Champion, 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."

Angeli 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 that instant, he seemed to understand why he had been chosen as the Champion, and not Fred.

In William's words:

I'm single!

The power of being single is boundless!

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 enjoys this kind of scene, he enjoys being complimented and flattered. Just like Krum, wherever he goes, people ask for his autograph.

Ron drank one glass of wine, then another.

When asked how he became Champion, 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, shaking 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 a bright red Gryffindor flag.

"... Harry, I am 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, his freckled face looking like a rotten dragon fruit.

"Harry, I am Champion!" he repeated.

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

"That's fantastic, Champion, amazing!"

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

"You don't know yet, do you? It's not just a thousand Galleon in prize money; the Champion doesn't even have to take the year-end exams... That's fantastic!!"

Harry murmured, "Yeah..."

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

Harry was just thinking: what if he became Champion too...

His face scrunched up in a grimace.

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

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

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

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 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 Champion, there's no reason why he can't.

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

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

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 to begin with..."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore won't just watch us die. They've already 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 why 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 drunkenly, "Harry... you'll help me, won't you?"

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

"Champion... I am Champion..." 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 Champion, but everyone else thought he was a fraud, even Ron... ignored him.

The revelry wasn't confined to Gryffindor House; Four Houses held celebrations to varying degrees.

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

A moment later, Hermione arrived. She was radiant and looked very energetic, showing no signs of sleepiness.

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

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

The academy also hosted song and dance performances, as well as instrumental music performances.

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

"Of course we celebrated." Hermione sat 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."

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

Hermione took their breakfast from the table.

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

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

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

"Okay, let's go to the Restricted Section of the library and borrow two books first," Hermione said. "I've already finished reading the ' Book of Curses ' that 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 Restricted Section.

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 the question.

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

"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 Champion, why don't you become Champion yourself?"

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

Are you teaching me how to do things?

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not accusing 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 Quidditch World Cup final? I was kidnapped too, and it was Mr. Stark who saved me.

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

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

Hermione also 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 "junk mail," and Ron had ended up taking it and keeping it.

Krum was somewhat annoyed, but quickly added, "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 Champion.

Since you have the ability to turn them into Champion, 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 Karkaroff."

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

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

"Karkaroff believes that William is too strong, and if he participates, your school has 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 Line 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 didn't you participate' anymore," Hermione said.

"Even if William doesn't participate, Hogwarts will still be the champion. I am one of the Champion 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 Room 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 tired. 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, you two?"

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

"Ron's still sleeping," Harry said, speechless.

Last night, Ron said he was going to the library early this morning. This morning, Harry woke Ron 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, 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 should I know?" Harry shrugged.

"William and Hermione are often nowhere to be seen all day, sometimes not even during mealtimes."

Harry looked at Krum and had an absurd thought: it seemed like this football 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 didn'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 Champion too."

Looking from afar, 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's 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 football star?"

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

William and Hermione frequently visited Professor Snape's office.

You can go there to find them!

"Professor Snape?" Krum glanced at Harry suspiciously.

"A very approachable professor," Harry laughed.

"Go quickly!"

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This is another two-in-one update, and there will be another update tonight, which is essentially a make-up chapter.