After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 172 Return to Hogwarts

"It's still better to be home." Ron threw himself heavily on the soft sofa and let out a sigh of satisfaction. They were now gathered in the Room of Requirement, a cozy little nest, which had long become their secret base.

"Yeah." Harry nodded vigorously, indicating that he completely agreed with Ron's point of view. Although they were both in Hogwarts, for some reason, that world always made people feel inexplicably tense.

The scrutinizing and calculating looks from those around him irritated him. In his own world, the four houses coexisted harmoniously, while in the other Hogwarts, the atmosphere, subtly tinged with tension, made him feel particularly uncomfortable. Moreover, despite the similarities between the two worlds, there was a strange sense of disconnection.

Most importantly, he had completely lost his patience with Harry Potter! He kept talking about Draco all the time, and if Draco Malfoy coughed, he'd think he didn't like him anymore.

Huh? Excuse me? I'm really impressed by this love-brained person. Harry couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Harry?" Draco looked at the expression on Harry's face, which changed like a palette, and a trace of worry rose in his heart. Although it was a good thing that Harry no longer pretended to be himself in front of everyone, it meant that he had truly accepted everyone.

However, the number of times Harry was in a daze increased sharply, as if he was lost in some thoughts, which confused Draco.

Is there some secret between them?

"It's like this..." Harry keenly noticed Draco's mood change. He immediately put down what he was doing and patiently coaxed Draco.

What's wrong? He just wants to comfort Draco, so what? After all, everyone needs care and comfort.

I can only say that you Harry Potters really all end up in the same place!

Blaise couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out and gently stroking Ron's hair. Ron squinted his eyes in pleasure, pretending to be dissatisfied and muttering something about not touching his head or he wouldn't grow taller, but his body honestly enjoyed Blaise's gentle gesture.

Blaise ignored the teasing looks from George and Fred, and continued to listen intently to Ron's story about his experiences in another world.

"Qiu Zhang?" Theodore had been leisurely flipping through a book when he suddenly stopped after hearing Ron's description. He keenly grasped the key information from Ron's words and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, looking at Cedric curiously.

Cedric suddenly became very reserved and scratched his head in embarrassment. After all, that wasn't him! He didn't know any Qiu Zhang, and he definitely didn't have any female crushes!

"Yes, she is a super beauty!" Hermione looked up from the magazine Pansy handed her and said seriously.

"Well... Cedric is so popular wherever he goes. It's really enviable." Theodore lowered his eyes and continued to look at the book in his hand, but in fact he couldn't read a single word.

He was aloof and aloof, and he had always been puzzled as to why this popular figure in Hufflepuff house was so determined to make friends with him.

When he heard that Cedric in another world was with a great beauty, a strange emotion surged in his heart, which made him want to stimulate Cedric with words.

Although he quickly realized that it was inappropriate to do so and stopped speaking in time, the feeling of discomfort seemed to remain in his heart, making it difficult for him to read even his favorite knowledge.

Is it because it's so rare to have a friend? It's normal to feel possessive of friends, right?

Cedric glanced helplessly at Pansy and Hermione, who were covering their mouths and laughing. What else could he do in this situation? He could only choose to forgive them and try to make Theodore, whom he regarded as a precious treasure, happy again.

After all, he knew they meant no harm and were just joking. He was more concerned about how to eliminate Theodore's discomfort and eliminate any barriers between them.

After all, Cedric is older than Theodosius, and Hufflepuff's personality is not as reserved and arrogant as Slytherin's.

When dealing with emotional issues, Slytherins usually strictly observe etiquette and will not ask questions easily. Even if they have feelings for each other, they will try to test each other's feelings in a roundabout way.

In contrast, Hufflepuffs were much more frank in this regard. In fact, it wasn't that no one had confessed their feelings to Cedric, but he had always rejected them.

Therefore, Cedric quickly confirmed his feelings for Theodore. However, Theodore was still young, so he decided to take one step at a time, carefully laying traps and patiently waiting for Theodore to fall into them.

He wanted to slowly lead Theodore into this sweet trap like boiling a frog in warm water.

Neville's eyes widened as he listened curiously to Ron's narration of their adventures and heroic deeds in another world, his eyes full of admiration and envy for Ron, Hermione and Harry.

When Neville heard them describe the game, he couldn't help but get as nervous as Harry Potter, feeling the excitement and pressure as if he were there himself. However, when he learned that Voldemort was dead, tears welled up in his eyes.

He felt both relieved and sad, as he had always longed to be able to contribute to the fight.

"Maybe I can have a chance to participate in it?" Neville whispered to himself, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew it might just be a fantasy, but deep down he still hoped that one day he could become a real hero.

Draco and Harry were back to normal, and they were so close that even the hot weather couldn't stop their sweetness. Seeing this, Neville felt a little lonely.

But then, Draco's words instantly dissipated his feeling of loss, replaced by excitement and hope.

"Maybe there really is still a chance!" Draco said to Neville with a smile, his eyes revealing sincerity. These words were like sunshine illuminating the dark corners of Neville's heart, and rekindled his longing for the future.

He believed what Draco said and thought that maybe one day he could really stand on the battlefield and fight for justice.

Neville sat aside, lost in his beautiful imagination. He began to imagine how he would kill Voldemort, not missing any detail.

He wanted to look his best and bravest and amaze everyone.

Of course, he also planned to have Draco and the others film this moment so that he could take it home to show his parents and grandmothers. This thought made him even more excited, as if he were already in that heroic moment.