Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Romilda!" said Ron in a soft, goosebump voice, his face as if illuminated by a holy ray of sunlight as he spoke.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for nearly a minute, and then Harry asked in exasperation—

"This... is a joke, right? You're joking!"

"I think...Harry...I think I love her!" said Ron in a strange, determined voice.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Harry said as he walked over to Ron and looked at his beaded eyes and pale face, "Okay, now you'll be honest again"

"I love her!" said Ron, gasping for breath, "don't you see her hair, black and shiny and smooth...Her eyes, her **** eyes, and also-"

"This is so ridiculous!" Harry interrupted immediately, "But, the joke is over, okay, please stop now, let's go to breakfast together."

Harry turned to leave, but he had only taken two steps toward the door when he felt something hit his right ear.

Harry looked around shaky, Ron's fist just pulled back, his face contorted with anger, and it looked like he was about to hit him again.

Harry instinctively took out his wand from his pocket and didn't think much about shouting a spell: "Turnover spell!"

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

"What are you doing?" Harry also shouted angrily.

"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, what's going on?" Harry just felt inexplicable

It was then that he noticed the open chocolate box on Ron's bed, the postmark on it caught his attention.

"Where did you get those chocolate frogs?" Harry asked.

"It's a birthday present! It's my birthday present!" Ron yelled at Harry, who struggled to get free by twisting and spinning slowly in mid-air, "I'll let you eat a piece too, remember?"

"You picked it up from the floor, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"They fell out of my bed, didn't they? Get me down!" Ron yelled, looking furious.

"They didn't fall off your bed, fool, don't you get it? They're mine, they fell off my bed, Romilda gave me before Christmas, and they've all been put on love potions !" Harry said angrily and hilariously.

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

"Romilda?" he murmured. "You mean Romilda? Harry, you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

Harry stared at Ron, who was hanging and swaying upside down, with a terrifying hope and a hopeful smile on Ron's face.

Part of him, near his aching right ear, was very much in favor of putting Ron down, and watched him go mad until the potion wore off...but the other part, they were friends and Ron couldn't be alone Staying in when he's in trouble, maybe he can take another shock, if he can agree with Ron's open and undying love for Romilda.

"Oh... well, I'll introduce her to you, shall I put you down now?" Harry said helplessly.

Harry let Ron fall back to the floor, Harry rubbed his ear that had just been knocked down, but Ron just hopped on his feet and laughed.

"She should be in Slughorn's office..." Harry said in a confident tone, ready to lead Ron toward the door.

"Why is she there?" Ron said worriedly, and quickly followed.

"Oh, um...she...she's not very good in potions, she has extra potions..." Harry fanned out and made up his mind.

"Maybe I can ask Horace to let me take these classes with her!" Ron said enthusiastically and whimsically.

"Oh... well, great idea!" Harry praised against his will.

But soon, Harry bumped into a factor he hadn't foreseen at all—

Lavender was waiting at the entrance of the portrait hole.

"Ronnie! Oh! Ronnie!" She pouted and said sullenly, "I'm going to give you a birthday present, guess what—"

"Fuck off! Ugly woman left me alone." Ron said impatiently, "Harry was about to introduce me to Romilda."

Then Ron didn't say anything, he hurriedly followed Harry out of the portrait hole.

Harry tried to apologize a little to Lavender, but soon, Harry thought about it, maybe it would be easier and more pleasant to turn around and walk away, because Harry saw Lavender's already bulging face out of the corner of his eye. It was more round now, and it looked like a puffed toad, or a frog with puffed cheeks.

Harry was a little sullen. He figured Slug might be at breakfast, but he knocked on the door of Slug's office anyway. Slug was wearing green velvet pajamas and nightcap. He looked sleepy and sleepy. wake up look.

"Ah...Harry..." he murmured, "it's too early...I usually sleep in a bit on Saturdays..."

"Oh, Professor UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, I'm sorry to disturb you..." Harry said as calmly as possible, but at this moment Ron tiptoed and tried to look past Slug. In his room, "But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, can you detox him? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, but we can't say it's Weasley magic. The problem with the gadgets in the store, you know...stupid question..."

"I think you're going to come over and try to cure him, Harry, an apothecary like you, isn't it?" Slug asked.

"Um..." Harry thought, looking a little distracted. In fact, Ron was elbowing him in the ribs trying to break into Horace Slughorn's office.

"That's it, sir...I've never had a love pill, sir, I can't do it this time when Ron looks serious..." said Harry, "I Means... I don't want to risk my best friend's brain... After all, there have been cases in Hogwarts where taking a love potion and drinking it stupid... So I think it's better to let a more experienced veteran do it, what do you think?"

Ron's choice to start moaning at this time was very effective, "I can't see her anymore, Harry, are you hiding Romilda?"

"Is this medicine still effective?" Horace Slughorn asked. He looked at Ron with a very professional eye. "The medicine seems to be very effective."

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