HP Magic Biography

Harry immediately yawned.

This is really too much, what is this, under the circumstances that I tried my best to avoid, forcibly Amway a wave of dog food?

He hadn't expected this or heard this. They were friends, but if Ron started calling Lavender Lav-Lavne he would have to take a firm stand.

what is this?

Giving a friend a head-on crit?

Originally, Harry thought he had a strong heart. After all, Fan Lin and Hermione had been feeding them dog food for several years, and then Harry felt that he could not be surprised in this kind of thing, but first here I am?

After getting used to Fan Lin, what about Ron?

With his little 'Lavin'?

? ? ?

Harry felt a tightness in his chest, and there was something McPie wanted to tell Ron.

Harry glanced at Fan Lin with some resentment, which made Fan Lin feel that something was wrong.

Hmm... Maybe, anyway, for Ron and Lavender, Fan Lin wanted to bring them together early on, and up to now, the result is not bad anyway, although it is not very good for Harry. friendly.

That was also the fault of Harry's mental instability.

Originally, Harry had many opportunities to stand here and give Ron a critical blow, but there were too many people dangling around, and finally Harry's target fell on Ginny at the beginning.

oh,

Ginny has been in pain for several years, and then the two of them are like the bloodiest plot show, and they missed it perfectly?

Why didn't you eat breakfast because of this? Fan Lin asked with a dry smile, trying to make this conversation normal.

I don't think she knows I exist, said Ron desperately.

Of course she knew of your existence, and she even kissed you. Harry said impatiently, Lavender gnawed with Ron all day long, and even others... one way or another...

Harry was a little hesitant to repeat, and if Ron was saying such stupid things, Harry wouldn't mind a close hand-to-hand fight with Ron?

Feel the power of philosophy...

Ron blinked, Who are you talking about?

Who are you talking about? Fan Lin felt a little confused. Ron acted unnaturally. He should have seen all kinds of Lavender before, so he was concentrating on angering Harry here?

Admittedly, Ron was pretty similar, but not funny at all.

Romedal, Ron said very softly. While he was speaking, his face seemed to be illuminated by a ray of pure sunlight, like a clear sky that peeled off the clouds and mist. It's like returning to the embrace of a goddess.

The three of them stared at each other for nearly a minute, and the atmosphere froze in a strange way. To be precise, the smiles on the faces of Fan Lin and Harry disappeared. As for Ron, Ron is now smiling like a neighbor's silly son.

Harry said a little dullly: It's a joke, isn't it? You're kidding!

Yes, must be joking, Harry thinks Ron is a...

I think . . . friends. I think I love her, said Ron in an unfamiliar voice.

You love her? Romidal? Fan Lin was a little weird, as if he had heard of this name before.

Okay, said Harry, walking up to Ron, looking into his glass-paned eyes and pale face, ok... now to be honest again.

I love her, Ron gasped. Didn't you see her head, it was black and shiny and smooth... her eyes, her big black eyes, and—

It's ridiculous, said Harry, shaking his head immediately, but the joke's over, isn't it?

In fact, Harry was a little annoyed that the joke wasn't funny at all.

Harry turned immediately to leave; he had only taken two steps towards the door when something knocked his right ear. Looking around wobbly, Ron's fist had just been retracted, his face was contorted with anger, and it looked like he was about to hit again.

Almost at the same time, Dao Ruo instinctively took out his wand from his pocket and shouted a spell without much thought: Fuchsia!

Ron was hung upside down with his heels twisted together; his robes hung down and swayed helplessly.

Are you crazy Ron? Fan Lin said incredulously, if there is no problem with Ron's brain, then there must be a problem with the way Fan Lin got up today.

Why is that? Harry yelled too, was he attacked by Ron?

You insulted her, you said it was a joke! Ron yelled, his face slowly turning purple as most of the blood rushed to his head.

It's so stupid, how did this happen? At this moment, Fan Lin suddenly saw the open box on Ron's bed. The postmark on it caught his attention. To be exact, it was originally given to Harry. of.

Where did you get those chocolate frogs? Fan Lin shouted.

It's a birthday present! Ron yelled at Harry, who was writhing and twirling slowly in mid-air to free himself. I let you have a piece too, remember?

You picked it up off the floor, didn't you? Harry also realized the problem. .

They fell off my bed, didn't they? Let me down! Ron kept wriggling his body like a big caterpillar.

They didn't fall out of your bed, you fool, don't you understand? These chocolate frogs are mine. I threw them out when I was looking for a map. They were given to me by Romidal before Christmas. , and they were all given love potions.” Harry said a little badly, he should have thought of it earlier, oh, the name Romidal is really a bit long, just glanced at it, and then Fan Lin teased him twice Next, but no one remembers it at all.

But it looked like there was only one word left in Ron's mind.

Romedal? he repeated. You mean Romedal? Harry—you know her? Can you introduce me to her?

Harry stared at the swaying Ron, whose face had an eerie hope, and a wishful smile. Part of him - the part near his aching right ear - was in favor of putting Ron down, and watching him go mad until the effect of the potion wore off...

But the other part, they were friends, couldn't leave him alone when he was having a hard time, maybe he could take another hit if he could go along with Ron's proclaimed eternal love for Romedal.

Hey, Harry will introduce you, may I put you down now? Fan Lin shook his wand, causing Ron to fall back to the floor (this action made Harry's ears hurt badly again), but Ron just hopped on his feet and smiled.

So, Harry, why didn't you throw him away?

Oh, I forgot. Harry said with a guilty conscience. At that time, all his thoughts were on Ginny.

Who is Romedal? Can I eat it?

Oh, don't talk about that. Harry was a little annoyed, and then turned to Ron.

She's supposed to be in Scathorn's office, said Harry confidently, leading the way to the door.

Why is she there? Ron said worriedly, but his body hurried to follow.

Oh, she has extra Potions, Harry imagined. Maybe I can ask that I take these classes with her.

Ron said enthusiastically. Good idea, said Harry.

Harry had no foreknowledge - Lavender was waiting at the portrait hole. Oh dear, Ron-Ron! she pouted. I want to give you a birthday—

Leave me alone, said Ron immediately, Harry is about to introduce me to Romendall. Without another word, he walked out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to apologize to Lavender, but it might have been easier and more pleasant to turn around and go, because she looked very unhappy as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them.

This made Harry a little sullen, and he figured Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he knocked on the door of Slughorn's office anyway, and Slughorn, in green velvet pajamas and nightcap, drove up. Sleepy-eyed.

Harry, he murmured, it's too early...I usually sleep in on Saturdays...Professor, I'm sorry to bother you, Harry said as calmly as Ron tiptoed , trying to look past Slughorn to see his room, But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, can you detox him, can't you? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, But we can't say it's a Weasley's Wizardry bauble, you know...

Stupid question... I guess you must be planning to come over to him and try to cure him, Harry, a potion expert like you, aren't you? Slughorn asked cheerfully.

Hmm, Harry said, looking distraught but actually Ron was elbowing him in the ribs trying to get in.

Well, I've never taken a love potion, sir, and I can't do that this time when Ron looks serious.

In fact, Ron picked this time to start moaning so effectively that he ate more than half of the Chocolate Frogs, God knows how many bottles.

I can't see her, Harry, are you hiding her?

The medicine still works? Slughorn asked, looking at Ron professionally,

The potions are still strong, you know, and they last a long time, continued Harry breathlessly, nearly falling over trying to stop Ron from beating Slughorn.

It's his birthday today, Professor, Harry added, all he wanted now was for Slughorn to get over it and Ron to lie around like a dead dog, or get back to normal.

Oh, well, come in, come in, said Slughorn graciously, I have the necessities in my belt, it's not a hard drug...

Ron sprinted into Slughorn's overcrowded study, tripped over a tasseled ottoman, and kept his balance until he grabbed Harry's neck, muttering, She's not here. , where is she?

She's not here, said Harry impatiently, noticing that Slughorn had opened his potion chest and added something to a small crystal vial.

Nice, said Ron eagerly. How do I look?

Very handsome! Slughorn said calmly, and he handed Ron the small bottle of clear liquid, Drink it now, it's a tonic of courage, it will keep you calm when she comes ,you know……

Great, said Ron eagerly, swallowing the antidote in one gulp. Harry and Slughorn looked at Ron, and after a while, very slowly, Ron relaxed with a smile that was no longer utterly panicked.

Normal? Harry asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

Thank you so much, Professor.

You're welcome, my boy, you're welcome, said Slughorn, and Ron sank into the chair next to him, looking terrible.

Help him up, that's what he needs most, continued Slughorn, picking up a drink from the cluttered table, I've got butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got the last bottle of oak mead . . . Hmm... I was going to give Dumbledore this Christmas... ah well, he went on with a shrug, he mustn't miss this! Why don't we open him now to celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday? Nothing beats driving away The pain of falling out of love needs more courage...

Slughorn smiled smugly again, and Harry realized that this was the first time he had been nearly alone with Slughorn since the fiasco of his questioning of real memories.

Maybe, he can keep Slughorn in a good mood... Maybe they'll have enough oak mead...

Here, said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron each a glass of mead, holding his own glass aloft, well, happy birthday, Ralph—

Uh...it's Ron... Harry whispered.

But Ron, who didn't seem to hear, had already poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it. For a second or two, the heart almost stopped beating, and Harry and Slughorn realized that something seemed wrong.

Uh... can I have another drink... Ron!

Suddenly, Ron had dropped his glass, half of his nose wrinkled, his hands and feet started twitching uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes bulging.

Professor! Harry yelled, help him!

But Slughorn already looked stunned by the sudden turn of events, and Ron was convulsing, breathing hard, his skin starting to turn blue.

What...but... Slughorn said hastily.

Harry jumped over the low table and hurried to Slughorn's open medicine chest, rummaging through the bottles and cans. Ron's hard breathing filled the room. He found...bezoar...it seems to be The medicine that Slughorn had taken from Harry earlier.

He hurried back to Ron, opened Ron's jaw, and stuffed the bezoar into Ron's mouth. And now, Harry could only hope that the Half-Blood Prince wouldn't lie to him. For the poison, all he needed was a piece of bezoar, like this, stuffed directly down their throats.

Ron was shaking badly, but luckily he calmed down after a gasp.

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