Harry nodded and waited until Dumbledore and Cedric were gone, then followed. Instead of going to Gryffindor Tower however, he went to the seventh floor and promptly destroyed the training room in a mad fit of anger. Harry wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but after he’d bisected a dummy from the head down with so much force that the massive sword he was wielding actually cracked the stone floor he decided to head back to bed. Hopefully by now the excitement had calmed down enough that nobody would be there to congratulate him for something he didn’t even do.