Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 2 Cursed?

"Ron!"

"What's the matter with you, Ron?"

Mrs. Weasley strode forward, her chubby body became extremely agile at this moment, she put her hand on Ron's shoulder, looking at the face like a pig's head, tears streamed down her eyes.

"Arthur, what's the matter? What's the matter with Ron?"

Molly turned her head to look at her husband in a bit of a breakdown. Arthur Weasley, who was wearing a messy Mediterranean hairstyle, stepped forward and came in front of Ron with a solemn expression.

They held Ron's shoulders and wrists on one side. They were afraid that Ron would reach out and leave a few more handprints on his pig's head. There was no room for handprints on that swollen head.

"Don't worry Molly, Ron will be fine."

Although when he saw his pig-headed son, Arthur's eyes still flashed a flash of shock and astonishment, but as the head of the family (in name), he must stabilize the overall situation.

"Fred, George, hold Ron down for me and your mother, don't let him hit himself again, I want to check if he is under a curse."

"curse?"

The tears on Mrs. Weasley's face became more turbulent at this moment, like a broken pearl necklace, dripping down, wet the pajamas on Ron's left hand, with a trace of cold air.

"Arthur. Is it really that serious? He's just a kid, who would do such a thing to him."

"Don't worry mom, Ron will be fine." X2
It was rare for the twins to speak in unison, holding Ron firmly with four hands, and the mischievousness that hung on their faces in the past could not be seen at all.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley stared at Ron's swollen face very seriously, his mind was spinning crazily at this moment, and he was constantly recalling the spells he had learned, thanks to his prohibition of drug abuse From time to time, he needs to deal with those "prank" items aimed at Muggles. He has some knowledge about detecting curses, and he still has some insights.

I saw the wand waved gently, and Mr. Weasley completed several commonly used spells for breaking curses and detecting curses at the fastest speed in his life.

In normal times, Mr. Weasley might even joke with the children: If I go to a duel match, no one will be faster than me.

However, Mr. Weasley, who was getting more and more nervous at the moment, had no interest in joking at all.

His dignified expression made Mrs. Weasley suffocate. He stared at her husband nervously and helplessly, and from time to time glanced at the pig-headed boy sitting on the chair, which was his child. , youngest son Ron.

"Send Ron to St. Mungo's."

"Arthur! What's going on! What's going on with our son Ron? What's going on with him!"

"Molly."

Mr. Weasley held his wife's hand, and said with some difficulty: "I can't check it out. It may be that the curse is too deep. I will write to Principal Dumbledore later and ask him."

"dad."

This whisper interrupted Mr. Weasley's speech.

"Mother."

The pig-headed boy tilted his head and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Fred, George, Percy, Ginny"

The pig-headed boy spoke in a soft voice, his eyes were no longer dull as before, and he looked at everyone present very seriously, as if confirming and delighting.

No one spoke, and no one wanted to interrupt Ron's words. Ginny was held in Percy's arms. She leaned against her brother, clutching the hem of her clothes nervously, while everyone else stared at Ron intently, waiting He continued.

"I am not cursed."

Ron said calmly, but all he saw was growing concern.

"Really do not have."

Ron looked at Mrs. Weasley, and there was a funny smile on the pig's face.

"I just"

His voice deepened slightly.

"I just think I was so stupid before."

"Fred, George, let go, I'm really fine, your hands are so strong, it hurts me to death."

The twins are batsmen for the Gryffindor Quidditch school team, and their hands are as strong as they swing their sticks. Ron guessed that the place where he was pinned would definitely turn blue. People really don't hold back.

"Unbelievable!" Fred exclaimed in surprise.

"What a miracle!" George continued.

"You can actually think! Ron!" The two of them opened their eyes and said in unison in horror.

"Send him to St. Mungo's, it's absolutely hopeless!"

Those shaking their heads in unison made people stunned, it seemed that something really happened.

"Fred! George!"

Mrs. Weasley glared at the twins.

"He is your brother!"

"It's because he is my younger brother!" Fred looked at his mother with seriousness in his eyes.

"We know him better than anyone else!" George's words seemed to have missed something, and as soon as he finished speaking, a leaky voice appeared.

Everyone turned their heads, only to see a bit of helplessness on Ron's swollen pig-headed face. The sound was his discouraged exhalation.

"Just because I believed in your evil, I took the words daisies, sweet cream and sunshine as a mantra, and foolishly recited them several times?"

The twins put on a tense face, but there was still a "puff, puff, puff" laugh from the corner of their mouths.

"No, that's a real spell, you must shout it when you are sorting."

"Yes, how could we lie to our dearest little brother? If we don't shout out, we will be assigned to Slater."

"Enough!" Mrs. Weasley gave the twins a majestic look, which made them shrink their heads and shut their mouths.

"Ron."

After staring at the twins, Mrs. Weasley gently reached out and touched Ron's pig's head with a touch of love.

"I'm really fine, mom, who would curse someone like me who hasn't entered school yet and can't even be considered a wizard, and I've been at home these days, so I don't have a chance to go out."

"Unless it's Fred and George."

"I do not have!"

"He's talking nonsense!"

The twins who had been beaten upside down glared at their dear little brother, and the strength in their hands was a little stronger, which made Ron grit his teeth involuntarily.

"Well, Ron, if that's the case, why did you... turn yourself into a pig's head?"

Mr. Weasley, who was silent for a while, spoke. He motioned the twins to release Ron, and knelt down to look at his little son.

"I just thought I was so stupid before."

After moving his numb arm, Ron organized his words and thought about how to deal with this matter.

"There is still more than a month before I go to school. I had a dream tonight. I dreamed that I was stupid about everything. I couldn't study or do anything. I didn't go in Gryffindor and was caught Sorted to Hufflepuff."

"Bill is the head of the Boys' Council, Charlie is the captain of the Quidditch team, Percy is also a prefect this year, Fred and George are particularly good at deducting points"

"Huh???" the twins let out a long sound through their noses.

"Ahem~"

"I mean." Ron cleared his throat, "I'm enlightened, I can't continue to be stupid, being a stupid thing will embarrass our family, Ginny is going to Hogwarts next year, I can't miss my brother There are too many of them."

"Mom, Dad."

Ron watched them speak seriously.

"I definitely don't want to become like the dream, me."

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley hugged the pig-headed boy, "You've grown up, you've grown up."

The tears continued on the line again at this time. After giving Ron a big hug, she stretched out her hand to carefully hold her son's pig-headed face, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Arthur, Ron is his own."

"Well, that's right."

Mr. Weasley groaned, then nodded affirmatively.

"No mistake."

Could it be that their own incompatibility has already caught the eyes of the two of them?

But it seems to be normal, the eldest sons are all very smart, even Fred and George are far more clever than others in some aspects, such a comparison, the clumsy youngest son... is indeed Very conspicuously suspicious.

"Kids, then go back to sleep."

Mr. Weasley waved his hand majestically, showing the air of the head of the family.

"By the way, Dad, I have something good to tell everyone."

Ron called to stop Mr. Weasley, and everyone stopped walking away.

"I won the lottery, I just found out."

"Ok?"

A group of suspicious eyes turned to Ron, and they were puzzled.

"I filled out a prize questionnaire before, and I seem to have won a fortune. The grand prize of 666 Galleons will be delivered tomorrow morning."

This is the answer given by Ron after asking the master of the system. The reward will be sent for a suitable reason, so you can use it with confidence.

"Um!!!"

After hearing the news, the drowsiness of being woken up in the middle of the night disappeared immediately!
For this family, 666 galleons can definitely be regarded as a huge sum of money. It is a miracle that Mr. Weasley's meager salary can support a family of nine and seven children. No one will not be excited.

"Really?"

"Really." Ron nodded and answered affirmatively, "It will be delivered by the owl tomorrow morning."

"Even if not, we actually have nothing to lose."

"No, yes." Fred said quietly.

"Yes, there are." George responded quietly.

Then they had a familiar smirk on their faces, and walked shoulder to shoulder towards their room on the third floor.

"Ugh"

Mrs. Weasley didn't bother to scold the twins. Anyway, fighting between sons was normal, and she was almost used to it.

"Go back, children, have a good night, I'll get some ointment for Ron, there should be medicine to reduce swelling at home"

Not long after, the lights of the Burrow went out, and in the silence, the garden gnome, "Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey", continued his useless work of pulling carrots without making any progress.

(End of this chapter)