Ron!" Harry bellowed. "What is this

Ron!" Harry bellowed. "What is this garbage!" he shouted.

Ron glared back. "Hey, look. She took everything out of context, alright?" he cried out defensively.

"I could believe that if it doesn't say…" Harry pointed to one particular quote. "…Would not have survived his first year of Hogwarts if I hadn't helped him through the Third Floor Corridor, claims his best friend." Then his finger slid further down the article. "Or how about this… 'I practically saved him from getting his brains scrambled by Lockheart…What the hell, Ron!"

"Well, at least you came off as some martyred hero!" Ron said mulishly. He gestured to the small sidebar dedicated to him. "This makes me sound like some childish brat who's sick of standing in your shadow and is jealous of your fame! They even called me a sidekick."

Harry stared incredulously at the other boy. "You know what? It's useless talking to you. You're delusional and you have no idea what is going on. Just do me a favor and stop talking about me to the press, or I'll have Andromeda slap a gag order on you."

Ron watched Harry storm off with a shrug. "What's his problem," he muttered darkly, before returning to his breakfast. Maybe a little food in his belly will cheer him up. It always did.

For the rest of the day, it seemed like a storm cloud was hovering over Harry's head. It was made worse by Malfoy, who found every occasion to call him a cry baby, making obscene 'boo-hoo' noises. At the end of the day, he was so tense that he even snapped at poor Dennis Creevy for just passing on a message from Hagrid.

"I'm sorry, Dennis, that was uncalled for," Harry sighed, when Dennis stared up at him wide blue eyes. "It's just been a crazy day on top of my crazy life. So, you said Hagrid has something for me?"

"Oh, yes!" Dennis stuffed a wrinkled piece of parchment into Harry's hands. "He says to read it alone," he whispered secretly.

Harry couldn't help but grin. Dennis had to be even smaller than he was as a first year. "Thanks."

Dennis bobbed his head and ran off.

Harry then turned to the parchment in his hands. It was written in Hagrid's heavy scrawl.

Got sumthing ta show you.

Come to my hut after dinner tonite.

And bess bring your cloke.

-Hagrid

Harry raised an eyebrow at the cryptic message before incendio-ing it. Unlike last year, Harry made it a point this year to visit the half giant more often, having tea and listening to tales about Buckbeak. This made him wonder why Hagrid just couldn't wait for their normal weekly tea time to talk to him. It wasn't like the half giant to act all secretive…although there was that time with Norbert... Shrugging at himself, he'd find out soon enough anyway.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry was glad to see that his fellow house-mates weren't much affected by Rita's article. In fact, judging by how everyone was seated, the Gryffindors didn't appreciate Ron blabbing out his friend's personal information. For them, anything that happened under the cover of darkness in their dorms was sacrosanct.

After all, if Ron could talk to the press about Harry's nightmares, he could also talk about how many times Seamus jerked off at night, or how Neville had to sleep with a small night light on when the Dementors were at school, or how Dean liked to shave his legs because he was on a muggle swim team over the summer, something his fellow wizards would not understand. Dorm-life made for very few secrets between dorm-mates and it was generally understood that you absolutely did not go to the press with their shared secrets.

Even Gryffindors understood that much.

Ron, predictably was not handling his isolation very well. Even Dean and Seamus, who had worn the S.P.E.W. badges last month, were keeping their distance from him.

Finally, dinner was over, with blissfully little talk about the article. Throughout the meal, Hagrid kept trying to get his attention, rather obviously in Harry's opinion, looking like he was going to burst any moment. When Hagrid left the table, Harry waited about half an hour before he also excused himself to don his invisibility cloak. It wasn't nearly curfew yet, but Hagrid's note did say for him to sneak to his hut, so Harry did.

When Harry arrived, Hagrid quickly ushered him inside like he was afraid someone would see him there. This was decidedly odd behavior for the jubilant man, and Harry's curiosity was certainly peaked.

"Glad ya can make it, 'arry," he said. "Any er…trouble gettin' here?"

Harry shook his head and took a seat. "No. What's so urgent that it can't wait for our tea time?"

Hagrid shook his head. "Not yet. Still waitin' fer…" Suddenly a knock sounded at the door, and judging by the relieved look on Hagrid's face, he had been expecting it.

"Hey, Hagrid." Ron stepped into the hut, looking quite unhappy. "I'm here for detention…what is he doing here?" Ron had spotted Harry sitting at Hagrid's table.

"Oh don' be like tha'," Hagrid scolded and gestured to the other empty chair at the table. "Have a seat. Now, wha's been goin' on between you two, eh?"

Harry and Ron refused to look at each other or answer the man's question.

Hagrid sighed sadly. "Tis sad ter see two bess friends fight like this," he said. "But thas not why I asked you two ta come 'ere."

Harry's interest returned. "Why did you want us here," he asked.

"How are ye gettin' along on the First Task?" Hagrid returned, seemingly out of no where.

"Well, it's not like we can really prepare for it, right?" Harry said, shrugging. "I've just been practicing spells and stuff." Ron simply nodded, though Harry knew for a fact he hadn't put much effort in preparations.

"Just as I thought," Hagrid replied and then leaned forward. "I'm gonna give you two a little hint about the First task then, and not because you two are the youngest either, though I still think it ain't fair that you two haff ta compete against the 7th years." Hagrid shook his head. "No, tis because I saw Headmaster Karkaroff and Madam Maxime snoopin' around when I was helpin' organize the Task."

Both Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows. "Why those cheating…!" Ron began protesting.

Hagrid merely shrugged. "Tis the way of these things," he said. "And why I be tellin' yer that the first task has to do with Aragog and his nest."

"Aragog?" Harry repeated, stunned. "Aragog, the acromantula?"

Hagrid nodded and glanced at Ron worriedly. "Er…you alright there?" he asked. "Yer lookin' rather pale."

Harry turned to look and had to agree that Ron looked one breath away from fainting.

"Sp…spider?" he croaked. "Humungous, monstrous spiders!"

Harry grinned. "I bet Severus knew it was going to be acromantulas all along, and that's why he suggested you to participate in the First Task as part of your punishment. Everyone knows you're terrified of them."

Ron shot Harry a nasty glare before turning back to Hagrid. "Well, we're not supposed to fight them, are we?" he asked, still looking quite shocky.

Hagrid 'pffted' and laughed. "Fight them? Nay. Yer not supposed to fight 'em. Yer only supposed ta get past them. See, they're guardin' the clue to the next task."

Harry had to admit, he was quite relieved to hear that. An acromantula's exoskeleton, while not as resistant to damage as dragons, were still rather tough and their webbings are as strong as steel. Not to mention the young ones could actually spray their venom at their prey.

Harry knew of several ways to kill an acromantula, but they were too dark, and he doubted that would go very well with the judges or the audience. "Well, thanks Hagrid," Harry said earnestly. "I think I've got a few ideas, but I better hit the library before curfew."

Ron watched his former friend smile as easily as if he wasn't going to face spider-monsters the very next day, before disappearing under his cloak. "Umm, yeah. So, thanks Hagrid. I think I'm gonna go do some research too."

"Prob'ly a good idea," Hagrid agreed. "Good luck to ya."

Ron gave a wobbly smile before racing back to Hogwarts, and to the kitchens, where he knew Hermione was still serving her detention. Hermione would know what to do, she always did. He was still repeating that mantra in his mind when he tickled the pear and the portrait opened up, wafting the wonderful kitchen smells towards him.

Inside, the elves were cleaning up the kitchen, after having served dinner to the students. Ron spotted Hermione, mostly alone, putting some utensils away in the cupboards. "Thank Merlin I found you!" Ron practically shouted, causing several elves to glare at him.

Hermione nearly dropped a bowl in surprise. "What are you doing here, Ron?"

"You've got to help me. It's awful!"

Seeing how panicked and stricken the other boy was, Hermione quickly guided him to a stool for fear that he might collapse on her or something. "Okay, start over. What has gotten you into such a state?"

Ron took a deep breath. "Hagrid called me and Harry to meet him in secret to tell us about the first task."

Hermione gasped. "He can't do that! Harry said you're not supposed to get help from teachers." Then her eyes narrowed, suspiciously. "Wait a minute. You can't ask for my help either!"

"But 'Moine…" Ron whined, dragging out the vowels. "You've got to help me. They've got acromantulas. You remember them, right, from 2nd year? Aragog?" His eyes were wide and flickered with real fear.

"Of course I don't! I was petrified at the time, you prat," Hermione returned irritably. "They told you this tournament's supposed to be real dangerous, but you said you could handle it." She crossed her arms. "How did Harry handle the news?"

Ron shrugged. "Dunno, but he's not scared of spiders either," he answered.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll make you a deal."

Ron nodded desperately. "Anything. I'll do anything."

Hermione snorted. "My detention's almost over," she began. "If you come with me to apologize to Harry about how you've been treating him, then I will help you."

"What!" Ron squawked indign

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Ron!" Harry bellowed. "Những gì là rác thải này!", ông hét lên.Ron glared trở lại. "Hey, nhìn. Cô đã cho tất cả mọi thứ ra khỏi bối cảnh, được chứ?"ông khóc ra phòng thủ."Tôi có thể tin rằng nếu nó không nói..." Harry chỉ tới một báo giá cụ thể. "… Sẽ không có sống sót sau năm đầu tiên của trường Hogwarts nếu tôi đã không giúp anh ta thông qua các hành lang tầng thứ ba, tuyên bố bạn bè tốt nhất của mình." Sau đó tiếp tục trượt ngón tay của mình xuống bài viết. "Hoặc làm thế nào về điều này... ' Tôi thực tế đã cứu anh ta từ nhận được bộ não của mình tranh giành bởi Lockheart... Những gì địa ngục, Ron!""Vâng, ít bạn đến tắt một số anh hùng martyred!" Ron nói mulishly. Ông gestured để thanh bên nhỏ dành riêng cho ông. "Điều này làm cho tôi âm thanh giống như một số brat trẻ con người là bệnh của đứng trong bóng tối của bạn và là ghen tuông của sự nổi tiếng của bạn! Họ thậm chí còn gọi là tôi một sidekick."Harry incredulously stared lúc cậu bé khác. "Bạn biết những gì? Nó là vô dụng nói chuyện với bạn. Bạn là ảo tưởng và bạn không có ý tưởng những gì đang xảy ra. Chỉ cần làm tôi một ưu và ngừng nói chuyện về tôi với báo chí, hoặc tôi sẽ có Andromeda slap một lệnh gag trên bạn."Ron dõi Harry bão ra với một shrug. "Những gì là vấn đề của mình," ông muttered người da đen, trước khi quay trở về Bữa sáng của mình. Có lẽ một chút thức ăn trong bụng của mình sẽ vui anh ta lên. Nó luôn luôn đã làm.Cho phần còn lại trong ngày, nó có vẻ như một đám mây bão lơ lửng trên đầu của Harry. Nó đã được thực hiện tồi tệ hơn bởi Malfoy, người đã tìm thấy mỗi dịp để gọi anh ta một em bé khóc, làm cho tiếng ồn khiêu dâm 'boo-hoo'. Vào cuối ngày, ông là như vậy căng thẳng rằng ông thậm chí gãy ở nghèo Dennis Creevy cho chỉ cần đi qua trên một tin nhắn từ Hagrid."Rất tiếc, Dennis, đó là chưa bôi cho," Harry thở dài, khi Dennis stared lên lúc ông mắt xanh nước biển rộng. "Nó chỉ là một ngày điên trên đầu trang của cuộc sống điên của tôi. Vì vậy, bạn nói Hagrid có một cái gì đó cho tôi?""Oh, có!" Dennis nhồi nhăn mảnh giấy vào tay của Harry. "Ông nói để đọc nó một mình," ông thì thầm bí mật.Harry không thể giúp đỡ, nhưng nụ cười. Dennis đã nhỏ hơn so với ông là một năm đầu tiên. "Cảm ơn."Dennis bobbed đầu và bỏ đi.Harry sau đó quay sang giấy làm từ da trong tay của mình. Nó được viết trong của Hagrid nặng ngoạc.Có sumthing thi Hiển thị bạn. Đi đến túp lều của tôi sau khi ăn tối tonite. Và bess mang cloke của bạn.-HagridHarry nâng lên một lông mày tại các khó hiểu thông điệp trước khi incendio-ing nó. Không giống như năm ngoái, Harry đã làm cho nó một điểm năm nay để thăm người khổng lồ một nửa thường xuyên hơn, dùng trà và lắng nghe câu chuyện về Buckbeak. Điều này làm cho anh ta tự hỏi tại sao Hagrid chỉ không thể chờ đợi của họ thời gian trà lượt bình thường để nói chuyện với anh ta. Nó không phải như người khổng lồ một nửa hành động bí mật tất cả... mặc dù có là thời gian đó với Norbert... Shrugging chính mình, ông sẽ tìm đủ sớm anyway.Tại bảng Gryffindor, Harry là vui mừng khi thấy rằng nhà của mình đồng bạn bè không nhiều bị ảnh hưởng bởi Rita's bài viết. Trong thực tế, xét xử theo như thế nào tất cả mọi người đã ngồi, các Gryffindors đã không đánh giá cao Ron blabbing thông tin cá nhân của bạn mình. Đối với họ, bất cứ điều gì đã xảy ra dưới bìa của bóng tối trong ký túc xá của họ là bất khả xâm phạm.After all, if Ron could talk to the press about Harry's nightmares, he could also talk about how many times Seamus jerked off at night, or how Neville had to sleep with a small night light on when the Dementors were at school, or how Dean liked to shave his legs because he was on a muggle swim team over the summer, something his fellow wizards would not understand. Dorm-life made for very few secrets between dorm-mates and it was generally understood that you absolutely did not go to the press with their shared secrets.Even Gryffindors understood that much.Ron, predictably was not handling his isolation very well. Even Dean and Seamus, who had worn the S.P.E.W. badges last month, were keeping their distance from him.Finally, dinner was over, with blissfully little talk about the article. Throughout the meal, Hagrid kept trying to get his attention, rather obviously in Harry's opinion, looking like he was going to burst any moment. When Hagrid left the table, Harry waited about half an hour before he also excused himself to don his invisibility cloak. It wasn't nearly curfew yet, but Hagrid's note did say for him to sneak to his hut, so Harry did.When Harry arrived, Hagrid quickly ushered him inside like he was afraid someone would see him there. This was decidedly odd behavior for the jubilant man, and Harry's curiosity was certainly peaked."Glad ya can make it, 'arry," he said. "Any er…trouble gettin' here?"Harry shook his head and took a seat. "No. What's so urgent that it can't wait for our tea time?"Hagrid shook his head. "Not yet. Still waitin' fer…" Suddenly a knock sounded at the door, and judging by the relieved look on Hagrid's face, he had been expecting it."Hey, Hagrid." Ron stepped into the hut, looking quite unhappy. "I'm here for detention…what is he doing here?" Ron had spotted Harry sitting at Hagrid's table."Oh don' be like tha'," Hagrid scolded and gestured to the other empty chair at the table. "Have a seat. Now, wha's been goin' on between you two, eh?"Harry and Ron refused to look at each other or answer the man's question.Hagrid sighed sadly. "Tis sad ter see two bess friends fight like this," he said. "But thas not why I asked you two ta come 'ere."Harry's interest returned. "Why did you want us here," he asked."How are ye gettin' along on the First Task?" Hagrid returned, seemingly out of no where."Well, it's not like we can really prepare for it, right?" Harry said, shrugging. "I've just been practicing spells and stuff." Ron simply nodded, though Harry knew for a fact he hadn't put much effort in preparations."Just as I thought," Hagrid replied and then leaned forward. "I'm gonna give you two a little hint about the First task then, and not because you two are the youngest either, though I still think it ain't fair that you two haff ta compete against the 7th years." Hagrid shook his head. "No, tis because I saw Headmaster Karkaroff and Madam Maxime snoopin' around when I was helpin' organize the Task."Both Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows. "Why those cheating…!" Ron began protesting.Hagrid merely shrugged. "Tis the way of these things," he said. "And why I be tellin' yer that the first task has to do with Aragog and his nest.""Aragog?" Harry repeated, stunned. "Aragog, the acromantula?"Hagrid nodded and glanced at Ron worriedly. "Er…you alright there?" he asked. "Yer lookin' rather pale."Harry turned to look and had to agree that Ron looked one breath away from fainting."Sp…spider?" he croaked. "Humungous, monstrous spiders!"Harry grinned. "I bet Severus knew it was going to be acromantulas all along, and that's why he suggested you to participate in the First Task as part of your punishment. Everyone knows you're terrified of them."Ron shot Harry a nasty glare before turning back to Hagrid. "Well, we're not supposed to fight them, are we?" he asked, still looking quite shocky.Hagrid 'pffted' and laughed. "Fight them? Nay. Yer not supposed to fight 'em. Yer only supposed ta get past them. See, they're guardin' the clue to the next task."Harry had to admit, he was quite relieved to hear that. An acromantula's exoskeleton, while not as resistant to damage as dragons, were still rather tough and their webbings are as strong as steel. Not to mention the young ones could actually spray their venom at their prey.Harry knew of several ways to kill an acromantula, but they were too dark, and he doubted that would go very well with the judges or the audience. "Well, thanks Hagrid," Harry said earnestly. "I think I've got a few ideas, but I better hit the library before curfew."Ron watched his former friend smile as easily as if he wasn't going to face spider-monsters the very next day, before disappearing under his cloak. "Umm, yeah. So, thanks Hagrid. I think I'm gonna go do some research too.""Prob'ly a good idea," Hagrid agreed. "Good luck to ya."Ron gave a wobbly smile before racing back to Hogwarts, and to the kitchens, where he knew Hermione was still serving her detention. Hermione would know what to do, she always did. He was still repeating that mantra in his mind when he tickled the pear and the portrait opened up, wafting the wonderful kitchen smells towards him.Inside, the elves were cleaning up the kitchen, after having served dinner to the students. Ron spotted Hermione, mostly alone, putting some utensils away in the cupboards. "Thank Merlin I found you!" Ron practically shouted, causing several elves to glare at him.Hermione nearly dropped a bowl in surprise. "What are you doing here, Ron?""You've got to help me. It's awful!"Seeing how panicked and stricken the other boy was, Hermione quickly guided him to a stool for fear that he might collapse on her or something. "Okay, start over. What has gotten you into such a state?"Ron took a deep breath. "Hagrid called me and Harry to meet him in secret to tell us about the first task."Hermione gasped. "He can't do that! Harry said you're not supposed to get help from teachers." Then her eyes narrowed, suspiciously. "Wait a minute. You can't ask for my help either!""But 'Moine…" Ron whined, dragging out the vowels. "You've got to help me. They've got acromantulas. You remember them, right, from 2nd year? Aragog?" His eyes were wide and flickered with real fear."Of course I don't! I was petrified at the time, you prat," Hermione returned irritably. "They told you this tournament's supposed to be real dangerous, but you said you could handle it." She crossed her arms. "How did Harry handle the news?"Ron shrugged. "Dunno, but he's not scared of spiders either," he answered.Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll make you a deal."Ron nodded desperately. "Anything. I'll do anything."Hermione snorted. "My detention's almost over," she began. "If you come with me to apologize to Harry about how you've been treating him, then I will help you.""What!" Ron squawked indign