Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 Ron's Review Plan

In the library, the three little ones watched from a distance Professor Ollivander and Mrs. Pince who were talking.

Ron covered his face with a large book, only showing his eyes, and began to imitate the conversation between the two.

"Oh, my God, Mrs. Pince, how could you do such a thing without my permission!"

He kept his voice low, trying to show Professor Ollivander's usual calmness and composure.

After clearing his throat, Ron's voice soon became thin again, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"As long as it makes you calm down, I'm willing to do anything."

"Aha, what did I hear? That's what you said, Mrs. Pince, please allow my next offensive request..."

Hermione kicked Ron hard, and she said angrily, "Who do you think Professor Ollivander is?"

"That's outrageous, Ron." Harry shook his head.

Rubbing his calf in pain, Ron muttered, "It was just an art process, okay, okay, I'll change it."

His dark eyes rolled slowly through the tome, and Ron said in a low voice, "Mrs. Pince, please don't say that."

"You are like an unappreciated rose blooming in the dark, how could I have the heart to punish you."

"But, but, I have caused you trouble and put you in a difficult situation."

"Then let the trouble come more violently."

Before Ron could finish, Harry nudged him. "They're done."

Ron put down the tome that covered his face, blinking his eyes curiously, "What's going on?"

Hermione and Harry shrugged at the same time: "How do we know?"

"Don't make any noise, or you won't be able to study in the library before the final exam!"

Mrs. Pince yelled in a shrill voice, and the feather duster in her hand made a "chichi" sound as she waved it.

Ron shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice: "From the way she looks, she should have been rejected by Professor Ollivander."

"No, on the contrary." Hermione raised her chin confidently, "This is the Mrs. Pince we know. She is in a good mood now."

Facing Ron's confused gaze, Harry spread his hands, "Hermione is right, women understand women."

"That's not like something you could say, Harry." Ron curled his lips.

On weekends, the weather was fine.

Ron just got out of bed, and it was already 11:[-] noon.

In the dormitory, it was quiet, and Harry and the others all soaked in the library early to review.

He dressed lazily and went to the auditorium to finish his Chinese meal.

Immediately after taking classes for an afternoon, the sky outside the corridor has already dimmed.

"It's unbelievable that the day ended like this?"

He looked at the ticking owl alarm clock and said in disbelief.

"Hey, it can't be like this, Ron, you have to hurry up and review!"

After cheering himself on, he quickly returned to the dormitory and made a plan for a surprise review at night.

"Eight required courses, I review each course efficiently for an hour, and I can easily get back the time wasted during the day."

Looking at the plan on the parchment in front of him, Ron smacked his lips in satisfaction.

When he lay down on the table in the dormitory and opened the textbook for the History of Magic class, he suddenly found a little spider spinning a web everywhere.

"Hey, my desk is not your lair!"

He bent down and looked at the drawer under the table, which was full of dust and the corners were full of silvery white cobwebs.

"It's so dirty."

"Spiders running around will distract me. If they are poisonous, they may bite me and I will be in the infirmary tomorrow."

He thought to himself.

So, at 8pm, Ron made up his mind and started cleaning his own table.

As much as he wishes he could just wave his wand and fix everything.

However, he did not perform the magic spell of "Cleaning Up" stably, and sometimes a raging flame would burst out from the tip of the wand, which was not what he wanted.

Wipe the tabletop and drawers vigorously with a rag.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, in the bottom cabinet, he accidentally found a large pile of crumpled old books.

"Hey, it's the diary I kept writing for a while in first grade!"

Excitedly, Ron pulled out a booklet with a rotting cover from a pile of old books.

He spread it out with great interest.

11 month 2 day.

I plan to write this diary in order to supervise myself to study hard like Hermione after class, strive to gain the favor of the professors as soon as possible, and work hard towards the goal of being a prefect.

On the first day, let’s review the course content that we took during the day.

11 month 3 day.

read magazine.

11 month 4 day.

read magazine.

11 month 5 day.

read magazine.

11 month 6 day.

read magazine.

11 month 7 day.

Oh, Ron, look at it!How can you be so depraved!Have you forgotten the original intention of writing this diary?

11 month 8 day.

read magazine.

11 month 9 day.

read magazine.

Suddenly closing the diary in front of him, Ron coughed violently, and stuffed it into a pile of old books while looking around.

"How come it's almost ten o'clock?" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

Not far away, after washing, Harry was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, and the Quidditch training after dinner made him exhausted.

Soon, everyone in the dormitory fell asleep, and only Ron was alone, lying in front of the cleaned table.

"My plan must be unreasonable," he muttered, "If you start with the subject you are best at, it will make people relax, so..."

"Then let's start with Potions class, which is my biggest headache."

Flipping through the handwriting of Potions class with a vow, only the titles of the chapters were written on the clean parchment.

"Where are the notes? Where are my notes?" Ron clattered through the pages, and then suddenly realized: "I don't seem to take notes very much in class..."

He stood up with his hands on the table, and tiptoed to find Harry's Potions notes.

While rummaging through the cabinet, the new ink in the cabinet was overturned by Ron's arm, and his chest and neck were stained black.

"Oh, damn it, it's terrible!" Ron's eyebrows were immediately drawn into a line.

He packed his things in a hurry, put Harry's class notes on the table, and then hurried to the bathroom by himself.

When he came out of the bathroom refreshed, the owl clock on the wall had already pointed to 11 o'clock in the evening.

"Grumble~"

There was a loud sound in Ron's stomach, and a strong sense of hunger and weakness made him dizzy.

"Dizzy, so dizzy..." Dizzy, he came to sit by the fireplace in the common room, and had no choice but to take out a bag of snacks from the dormitory and start eating.

"Only when you're full will you have the strength to review!" He bites into the twenty-fold cheesecake in his hand, "Oh, my God, this is so delicious..."

In the early morning, Ron sucked his fingers, stroked his round belly contentedly, and hiccupped loudly.

"Hiccup~"

(End of this chapter)