Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 399 Ron's Worst Day (Middle)

   "Hurry up, come here!"

  The house elves of Hogwarts pushed a dozen large oak barrels to the depths of the forbidden forest, leaving a strong smell of gasoline along the way.

   "What is this doing again?" Ron was unsure, so he had to ask.

"This is Neville's idea. Set up a trap to lure those spiders and detonate it." Hermione said excitedly. "Those are not real gasoline, but Balbo tuber pus, but they can explode, Simon. You can explode this time."

   Ron felt shook his head.

  Babo tubers looked like slimy slugs emerging from the soil, and he wanted to vomit even more.

   "What's the matter?" Hermione asked dissatisfiedly.

"It's nothing."

   "You are not a okay face."

  Ron ignored her, turned around and left.

  Hermione covered her face as if she was about to cry, but he was helpless. His wife was better than him. What could he do to help her? It would be nice not to be her burden.

That day in the Forest of Dean he could instantly recognize that it was Voldemort’s black magic because of Harry’s eyes. His eyes were green, like clear lake water, not pure black. When Ron raised his sword and split Slater. Lin's locket didn't feel relieved because of this. The knot was always there. Why did Hermione choose him instead of Victor or Harry?

  Even Draco Malfoy’s little white face is okay. His father Lucius Malfoy is looking for girls to marry him everywhere, just like fearing that the two of them will be taken into Azkaban, Malfoy’s family will be the last.

He has no talent, no money, he can’t speak well, he doesn’t have a good-looking appearance, and he doesn’t joke like George Fred. Victor Krum wants what he wants. The girls are always Victor Changwei. Kedo short, oh, he's still a friend of his sister-in-law, Furong, so hell.

   "Hi, Ron."

Just as he was walking in the woods, Luna suddenly stopped him. She was sitting on a wooden box, next to her fiancé Rolf Scamander, where is the book of Fantastic Beasts? The author's grandson.

  "Come and have a chat, friend." Rolf said loudly, "I have whiskey here."

  Ron passed by immediately.

  He was also drunk on the wedding night. He couldn't remember what happened or how it happened. He only remembered the hangover when he woke up the next morning, and it hurt so much that he wanted to knock his head off.

  Drinking in cold weather will soon warm up, and the spicy taste of alcohol made him greatly relieved.

   "You look like you are in trouble, do you want to talk?" Rolf asked.

   "No." Ron felt that he refused.

   "Your friends seem to be busy, go and help them." Rolf said to Luna.

   "Okay." Luna stood up without hesitation, and hopped to the tent area.

   "Why does she listen to you so much?" Ron asked incredulously.

   "She didn't listen to me, but she knew that some topics were inconvenient for women to listen to." Rolf patted Ron on the shoulder, "Dare to marry a woman like Hermione, you are so brave, friend."

   "Do you know her?"

   "Harry Potter got on the chocolate frog, and you two don't expect it to be long. You three are quite famous, and I have heard of you abroad."

   "Oh, it's nothing great." Ron said triumphantly and pretending to be modest.

  "Strong women are hard to get along at home. My mother doesn't get along well with my grandmother. I think your mother is also very good. They quarrel no less."

  Ron sighed and drank silently.

   "That's why I am a traveling naturalist, so I can go home less." Rolf took the bottle in Ron's hand, took a sip, with a weird expression on his face.

  They all forgot. Ron just vomited and didn't rinse his mouth. Ron himself was almost sick.

As if he still didn't think he was bad enough for this day, Lavender Brown appeared. She glared at Ron for ten seconds, and finally rushed over like a cow with a burning tail, and gave him one with a "slap". Loud slap in the face.

   "This is what you deserve, bastard!" Then the girl with a badly ruined face left with a werewolf bite mark on her neck walked away proudly.

   "Why!" Lavender shouted as he walked, apparently looking for Neville Longbottom.

  Even his ex-girlfriend dumped Ron. Poor Ron was so frustrated that he looked like a homeless puppy.

"Scottish women are very strong. If chicks from other countries become like her, they don't want to live long ago." Rolf gave Ron the bottle and opened his suitcase, and all kinds of animals suddenly heard from inside. Scream.

   "Quiet, keep quiet." Rolf said to the animals below, and then used the summoning spell to attract a bottle of wine, and then quickly closed the suitcase.

  "What are you doing in the UK this time? Apply for the Hogwarts Fantastic Animals teacher?"

   "No, I am very interested in the werewolves of the Forbidden Forest. I heard that there are real wolves inside."

   "True wolf?" Ron asked, confused.

"You know, werewolves usually reproduce by attacking non-werewolves. Because werewolves have an extremely bad reputation, they rarely marry and have children. But if a werewolf marries a human spouse, there is no evidence that their wolfness will be passed on to offspring. Interesting. The thing is that if two werewolves meet and mate at the full moon, they will give birth to little wolf cubs. In addition to their extraordinary intelligence, they will not be more aggressive than real wolves, nor will they attack humans alone. In Abth Dumbu With the permission of Lido's tolerance, the little wolf pups were secretly released in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. They grew up into beautiful and intelligent real wolves. I want to get to know them."

   "I didn't find it interesting for two werewolves to mate." Ron said in disgust.

  Rolf shrugged, noncommittal.

   "Do you know **** a werewolf?" Ron asked.

"Ordinary silver bullets are absolutely not acceptable. Silver arrows must be treated with a special potion. Silver powder mixed with white moss can seal the newly bitten wound and prevent the victim from bleeding and death. But most people do. Hope it's dead. Like I said, the Scots are strong. Remus Lupin has been a werewolf since he was 4 years old, right?"

   Ron touched his shoulder subconsciously.

"The inventor of the wolf poison potion, he really saved a lot of people. Although it is expensive, at least you don’t have to lose your mind to attack people casually. I once saw a transformed werewolf holding a newspaper and reading it. It’s just that. The pain of transformation still cannot be eliminated. Only wolf-binding juice can keep the werewolves in human form on the night of the full moon. That is really a cross-age invention..."

   "The genius you mentioned is dead." Ron coldly interrupted Rolf's chatter. "White moss plus silver powder, it sounds so easy. Can you be sure you have these two things on your body at any time?"

  After speaking, he stood up and walked away. He was drinking while walking. He was full of anger that had nowhere to vent, and looked like a fighting hound.

  (End of this chapter)