A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 646: Friendship crisis

"It must be a cat, your patron saint is a cat."

When the students returned to the castle in the dark, Harry told Neville firmly, but Hermione had a different opinion.

"There is not yet enough data to suggest that—

"Come on, Hermione, in practice, those of us who have mastered the Patronus are always more sensitive to the creatures in the form of the Patronus, and the time to maintain sanity is longer, which is very telling. You This cannot be denied.

Harry looked very excited, he felt that he was emotionally closer to Sirius and his father.

He counted with his fingers, "Think about Sirius, Professor McGonagall, and my father—three full examples, we can also ask Professor Hemp, right, Ron?" He was excited Ask Ron for support.

Ron returned an awkward, forced smile. Harry immediately calmed down, and he suddenly realized that among the four of them, only Ron had failed, and he was still yelling about Animagus with Hermione and Neville. This is too inappropriate.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Hermione also noticed Ron's abnormality, and she asked cautiously, "I heard that everyone has two chances,

Even if it doesn't work this time

"I'm fine." Ron said immediately, with a hint of stopping there. .

Everyone was silent for the rest of the journey.

They parted in the lounge, Dean and Seamus had already gone to bed, Harry changed into his pajamas, and then adjusted the alarm clock for tomorrow morning, he looked at Ron's bed, the crimson curtain was pulled down rarely, so that He could only see a vague silhouette. Harry hesitated for a moment and still didn't speak.

When he was lying on the bed, he thought optimistically: Ron has every reason to feel uncomfortable. Anyone who persists for a month and is told that he is unqualified will be unacceptable for a while. The next morning, Harry was woken up by the alarm clock. Before dawn, he yawned and moved to Neville's bedside, "Wake up, Neville, wake up!" Neville opened his eyes in a daze, closed his eyes and fumbled for his clothes.

When Harry came out of the dormitory, Harry always felt that there was something missing. It wasn't until he saw Neville following behind with flimsy steps that he realized that he didn't hear Ron's snoring today.

"Let's go." Hermione who was waiting in the lounge said happily, "I'm going to call you in five minutes." She pointed in one direction,

Crookshanks curled up on an empty sofa chair and dozed.

They descended the spiral staircase, crossed the foyer, and stood on the white stone steps outside the castle. The air was very cool at dawn, and the thin winter mist wandered in the Forbidden Forest in the early morning light.

"Morning."

said a weak voice. The three of Harry were startled, and upon closer inspection they found that it was Hannah Abbott.

"You got up so early?" Neville asked calmly, fully awake.

"I didn't sleep all night." She gasped, trying to open her eyes wide and said, with a somewhat Luna-like expression. "I feel that the time is almost out, and the sky is dark

·…

No, I have to finish the spell quickly so I can go back to catch up on sleep. There are classes during the day.

She tossed her braids, bathed in the pale golden sunlight, and shouted a spell.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus - Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus - Amado, Animo , Animado, Animagus.

She repeated it twice in a row. Although Professor McGonagall told them that they only needed to recite the spell once in the morning and in the evening, no one raised any objections, as if Hannah's approach could not be more correct. Harry pointed his wand at his heart as well, and said the spell aloud. It was too late yesterday and he didn't have time to understand it carefully. He had never discovered that speaking loudly was such a beautiful thing. His voice spread far away like undulating waves, as if blending with the glow of the sky. After reading the three (Hermione said it five times, Neville was always worried that he would make a mistake, so he repeated it a dozen times), and when they were walking back, Draco Malfoy came out of the hall, and Harry stared at His back, speaking irrelevant words.

"You say, Ron"

Is the attitude a little weird? Harry swallowed the words as soon as he opened his mouth. However, it turned out that his judgment was very correct. Ron kept a straight face in the classroom all day on Friday,

He didn't say a word after class, and on weekends he became even more out of order, sneering at Ginny who was doing homework with them, from picking on her clothes, to beating around the bush and saying that Ginny had been thinking about it since she was ten years old. In a way, Harry was delighted by that statement.

"—Up to now, kissing in public is shameless——"

"Say it again," Ginny shrieked, drawing her wand, as if about to cast her best Bat-Spirit Charm. "Don't be impulsive, Ginny, and you, calm down, Ron!" Harry said bluntly, dragged Ginny away before the situation completely got out of control, and pushed Shaw away from the fat lady.

"Let's go out for some air," he said to Ginny.

"If you continue to be so violent, I won't open the door for you!" The fat lady yelled at their backs.

Harry and Ginny walked around the castle, and when they returned to the courtyard, Ginny was still angry.

"He's just a kid who didn't grow up," said Ginny, "with a mix of low self-esteem and arrogance. It's amazing how he does it."

"You can't say that about him, Ginny, he's your brother," said Harry.

"Oh, your tone is like my mother's, this won't solve the problem." Ginny immediately turned her gun, "You shouldn't accommodate him, he has some reputation, but it must be admitted that all his achievements so far are comparable It's about you, if you didn't meet our family that day but Neville and his grandmother, with his virtue she froze suddenly, Harry felt a chill down his back, and he turned around slowly.

It's Ron.

The blush on his face slowly spread to his neck, and then the color tended to turn purple.

"She was just talking, Ron—" Harry said quickly, and he stepped forward, trying to stop Ron, because Ron seemed to have the urge to rush up and give Ginny a hard time, or Ron just wanted to rush over and fight face to face, spit in his own sister's face, and Harry didn't want to gamble on the outcome.

He found himself holding Ron down effortlessly.

"Do you think so too?" Ron stepped back again and again, asking hoarsely, panting heavily, his eyes were horribly frightening, and Harry could even see Mandela trembling violently in Ron's mouth grass blade

"What? Oh, of course not" said Harry.

But even he could feel the perfunctory in the words, let alone Ron, so Ron showed that weird, stiff smile again, "Hey, buddy, there's no need to take care of my emotions, I want to hear some truth.

"I'm telling the truth." Harry raised his voice unconsciously, and he was a little annoyed.

"Really?" Ron looked at him, then at Ginny, "I'll tell you what's the truth, the truth is that my sister and my best friend talk about me behind my back, happy How does land exchange look down on my thoughts

"I didn't! I've been talking for you!" Harry couldn't help yelling at him, "If that's considered looking down on you, yes, you're right, I really look down on you."

Ron's eyes were red, and the muscles on his face were twitching unnaturally.

"Ron, what are you crazy about?" Ginny called.

"Shut up, I haven't said anything about you yet!" Ron roared loudly, staring at the bull's eyes in disbelief, "I know that in your eyes I'm just an idiot, a follower and a burden, is it possible? No character! He swears a rude swear word.

"The bats are swarming!" Ginny raised her wand, her eyes glistening with tears.

Ron's face was immediately covered by a group of black, wriggling creatures. He screamed in pain and waved away. When the bats dispersed, Ron's nose was swollen to twice its size, and his nostrils seemed to be plugged The next Golden Snitch Ron held his nose, spat viciously on the ground, and spit the mandrake leaves on the snow, "Are you satisfied now? I failed again, and you have new evidence to say Ginny looked shocked, and Ron pushed Harry away, and strode towards the school hospital. Harry stared at the **** leaves on the ground, bright red and dark green intertwined, dazzling against the white snow . "Ginny, how can you use the bat spell

"He said angrily that he asked for it, you didn't hear how he taunted me in the morning." Ginny said angrily: "I'm tired of him taking it easy on me, so don't lecture me

"He also has good times, and he still cares about you." Harry retorted palely.

"That's when he's in his right mind."

Seeing that it was about to turn into another quarrel, Hermione appeared in time with obvious confusion and dissatisfaction. Seeing Harry and Ginny, she walked over three steps in two steps and asked angrily: "What's going on? I saw Ron covering his nose, and just asking a question, he seemed to have taken gunpowder, oh my god, who's blood is this?,

"It's his, he's sick," said Ginny grimly.

"Don't make trouble." Harry said sullenly, Ginny snorted, flung her hair back, turned and left proudly.

"What a lovely girl," said Hermione, "so what's going on?"

"He's sick ~IndoMTL.com~ Harry opened his mouth and finally said a little angrily. Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I just came back from the library, you expect me to deduce things from these few words What happened? "Well, because

" Harry dryly recounted what happened just now.

"I never thought he was a burden, nor did I think he was a follower, an idiot or something like that." Harry defended himself.

Hermione sighed understandingly.

"Well, I've been worrying about this."

"Worried about—what?"

"Sensitive, vulnerable, suspicious I don't know, Harry. But I've been worried about breaking out, just—" She shook her head,

Sadly said: "We even dealt with Voldemort.

The next week, things didn't get any better.

Ron treats Harry and Ginny as air most of the time, turning a blind eye to them, or completely going to the opposite side, and every time he appears, he is accompanied by sarcastic remarks. Even Hermione, who tried to dissuade her, was implicated. He was often out of reach on weekends, which made him abandon most of his daily social circles, but fortunately, they still saw Ron on one occasion - at the Quidditch training ground.

But that conversation fell apart, and Ron armed himself like a hedgehog, pricking any hand that reached out to him. Harry predicted pessimistically that maybe, as Hermione said, Ron would only return to normal if he didn't rely on them to get a thing done.

"Or unless Voldemort escaped from classroom seven." Harry said quietly.

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