Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ron couldn't help but steal a glance at Hermione sitting in the front row.

The little girl looked serious, holding a quill, distinguishing useful information from Professor Quirrell's intermittent words, and excerpting them in her notebook.

Ron lowered his head and glanced at the textbook, "...the most effective way to deal with vampires is to use garlic essence, which is purified garlic juice. There is evidence that high concentrations of garlic essence can cause burning pain to vampires and Effectively inhibiting its self-recovery ability..."

Well, it seems that Professor Quirrell is really afraid of vampires, and he smells like garlic. He thought so and looked up at Hermione again.

"Man..." Harry couldn't help but speak. He considered his words and asked carefully, "Can you stop looking at her? You have already looked at her more than twenty times in this class."

As if someone suddenly discovered his little thoughts, Ron jumped up from his seat, "You, you, you, what are you talking about? I'm not looking at anyone, no!"

He said it categorically, but his voice and movements were a bit loud. Fortunately, the two of them were sitting on the far right. Everyone's attention was attracted by Professor Quirrell standing on the left, and they did not notice his gaffe.

Harry quickly pulled the man to sit down, but he didn't know what Ron was thinking. His ears were red and his face was slightly red. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or ashamed.

Finally, under Harry's pleading eyes, Ron sat down, but he lowered his head and remained silent, looking very worried.

Harry felt a headache.

What is going on with this friend of mine? Every time it comes to that top student, he loses his mind. It feels like...

just like……

Quietly, Harry lowered his voice and asked, "Ron, you don't mean..." He looked around uneasily, and after finding that no one was paying attention to him, he continued, "It doesn't mean you like Hermione. Bar?"

"Who likes that ugly guy!" Ron's reaction was even bigger this time. He looked at Harry with an incredulous look, as if someone had told him that his friend was the reincarnation of Voldemort, "How could I Do you like such an ugly woman?"

The classroom fell silent.

Everyone looked over, and the movements in unison were like hundreds of people being hit by the Imperius Curse at the same time.

Harry smiled awkwardly and covered his face with the "Dark Arts: Self-Defense Guide" in his hand.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!

However, Ron seemed not to notice. He widened his eyes and glared at him with a look that Harry couldn't understand at all. "Harry, I thought you were my friend, but you can't joke with such words. Really?" Yes, I would rather find a female ghost than find her to be my girlfriend!"

Harry felt like he was going to get cancer from embarrassment. Big brother, big brother, can we talk about this kind of thing after class? Don't you see everyone staring at you?

Even Hermione looked at Ron with a curious look on her face. She smiled and said something to the girl next to her. The two of them snickered and turned around, ignoring the two people behind them.

Harry knew that girl, Hannah from Hufflepuff, and she was basically one of the few good friends who could hang out with Hermione.

Now Harry only had one thought.

Ten million, ten million! Hermione can't be allowed to know that the ugly one Ron was talking about is her!

Otherwise, Harry simply couldn't imagine what kind of horrific quarrel would break out between these two people!

"Mr. Weiwei Weasley," Professor Quirrell said stutteringly, "Please sit down, sit down, sit down, we are... in class."

He tried hard to control himself and act less like a stutterer, but it didn't seem to be working and the poor professor looked a little desperate.

Harry wanted to reach out and grab Ron, but Ron seemed to realize that he had attracted everyone's attention. His face instantly turned red and he ran out of the classroom without looking back.

"Luo..." Harry almost cried, what is happening!

This friend of mine wouldn't be the first student in history to skip class in front of a professor, right?

Shouldn't he have mentioned Hermione?

Merlin! Someone come and save him!

It is indeed a big deal for students to skip class, unless you are sick or can't get out of bed, otherwise...

"Mr. Weasley, I have never known a student to do such a thing." Professor McGonagall said coldly, the muscles on her face twitching unnaturally, as if she was suppressing the anger in her heart, "In class. He made such a fuss and left the classroom without explaining it to the substitute professor?”

Ron lowered his head, not daring to look at her face, looking resigned.

Seeing him like this, Professor McGonagall felt very angry.

"Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall raised her voice a little, "Are you listening to me?"

Ron cautiously glanced at Professor McGonagall, then lowered his head and said in a loud voice, "Listen, listen clearly."

Professor McGonagall frowned, and she could easily tell the perfunctoriness in Ron's words.

The youngest son of the Weasley family is different from his older brothers. If it were Bill or Charlie, he would definitely apologize and explain why he did what he did.

If it were Percy, maybe he would write a review.

If they were twins, they would probably... no, they would probably prefer to tease Professor Quirrell after class because they had more time.

Only this young boy can do anything when his brain is hot. When he scolded him, he looked like "I won't dare to do it next time." In fact, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall felt that he had to discipline this boy, especially since he was Harry's only good friend.

It would be nice if he could be like Miss Granger and keep people out of trouble.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but rub her temples, "Mr. Weasley."

Ron said nothing, staring at his toes, as if looking at the golden patterns embroidered on the red carpet in front of him.

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, with a hint of anger in her tone.

Ron flinched and looked up at Professor McGonagall, confusion written on his face.

All he can think about now is, haven't you taught me a lesson? Why are you angry again? What do you want me to do?

Seeing his expression, Professor McGonagall felt that all her anger had turned into powerlessness.

She had begun to wonder if this boy was from the Weasley family. Why was it that while his brothers were all so stupid, he was the only one with a confused look on his face that made people kick him when they saw him? foot.

wrong!

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but shook her head, Merlin! What am I thinking! If this stupid boy is as skinny as his brother, wouldn't I be so worried that I have to use a hair growth spell to save my hairline?

Ron swallowed, feeling like he was done for.

Why is Professor McGonagall shaking her head?

Did I go too far this time?

But, what Harry said was really scary!

How could I like that ugly Hermione?

It's all that guy's fault!