A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 648 Friendship Crisis
"It must be a cat. Your Patronus is a cat."

When the students returned to the castle in the dark, Harry told Neville firmly, but Hermione disagreed.

"There is not yet enough data to suggest that—"

"Come on, Hermione, in practice, those of us who have mastered the Patronus always feel more sensitive to the creatures in the form of the Patronus, and maintain their sanity for a longer time, which is very telling. You can't deny this." point."

Harry looked hyper, feeling closer emotionally to Sirius and his dad.

He counted with his fingers, "Think of Sirius, Professor McGonagall, and my father—three full examples, we can also ask Professor Hemp, right, Ron?" He asked Ron excitedly. Grace 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 quickly, with a hint of stopping there.

For the rest of the journey, everyone was silent.

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 he could only See a blurry silhouette.Harry hesitated for a moment and still didn't speak.

While lying on the bed, he thought optimistically: Ron has every reason to feel uncomfortable. Anyone who persisted for a month and was told that he was unqualified would find it hard to accept for a while.

The next morning, Harry was woken up by the alarm clock. It was still dark. He yawned and moved to Neville's bedside, "Wake up, Neville, wake up!" Neville opened his eyes in a daze. Eyes closed, groping for clothes.

When he came out of the dormitory, Harry always felt that something was 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 cheerfully, "I'm going to call you in five minutes." She pointed in one direction, and Crookshanks curled up on an empty sofa chair to take a nap .

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

"morning."

said a feeble 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, wide awake.

"I-ha-didn't sleep all night." She gasped, trying to open her eyes wide, with a somewhat Luna-like expression. "I think it's almost time, and the sky is dark... No, I have to finish chanting the spell quickly so I can go back to catch up on sleep. There are still 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, Animagus Nimador, Animagus."

She repeated it three times 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 so late yesterday that he didn't have time to appreciate it carefully. He had never discovered that speaking loudly was such a beautiful thing. His voice spread far away like undulating waves, as if it merged with the glow of the sky.

He stopped after reading it three times (Hermione said it five times, Neville was always worried that he would make a mistake, and repeated it a dozen times), and as they were walking back, Draco Malfoy came from the hall. Coming out, Harry stared at his back, speaking irrelevant words.

"You say, Ron, he—"

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 class all day on Friday, and did not say a word after class.

By the end of the week he'd gotten worse, sneering at Ginny, who was doing homework with them, from finding fault with her clothes, to beating around the bush and saying that Ginny had wanted to be in a relationship since she was ten—in a way, huh Leigh was delighted with that statement.

"——Until now, kissing in public, I don't feel ashamed——"

"Say that again," shrieked Ginny, 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 got completely out of control, and pushed the fat lady's portrait away.

"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 grounds, Ginny was still angry.

"He's just a kid who didn't grow up," Ginny said, "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 is somewhat famous, but he must admit that all his current achievements are related to you. If you hadn't met our family that day but Neville and his grandmother, in his virtue—"

She froze suddenly, and Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he turned 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 He just wanted to rush over and have a face-to-face fight, spit on his own sister's face, and Harry didn't want to gamble on the outcome.

He found himself holding Ron down easily.

"Do you think so too?" Ron backed away again and again, hoarse voice asked, panting heavily, his eyes were so scary that Harry could even see the mandrake blade trembling violently in Ron's mouth.

"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 Tell the truth."

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

"Really?" Ron looked at him, then at Ginny, "I'll tell you what's the truth, the truth is my sister and my best friend gossip about me behind my back, how about a happy exchange Look down on my thoughts—”

"I didn't! I've been talking to you!" Harry couldn't help yelling at him. "If that counts as contempt, yes, you're right, I do despise you."

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

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

"Shut up, I haven't talked about you yet!" Ron roared loudly, staring at the bull's eyes in disbelief, "I know—I'm just a straw bag, a follower and a burden in your eyes, so it's not necessary role!" He swears a rude expletive.

"Swarms of bats!" Ginny held up her wand, 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 swarm of little bats dispersed, Ron's nose was swollen to twice its size. 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, Ron pushed Harry away and strode towards the school hospital.

Harry stared at the bloodstained 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.

"He asked for it, you didn't hear how he made fun of me this morning," said Ginny angrily. "I've had enough of him pissing me off, 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 in three steps and asked angrily: "What's going on? I saw Ron held his nose, and just asked a question, he looked like he had taken gunpowder - oh, my god, whose blood is this?"

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

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

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

"He's sick." Harry opened his mouth and finally said angrily.Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I just came back from the library, you expect me to deduce what happened from these few words?" "Well, it's because..." Harry dryly explained what happened just now Say it again.

"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 worry about that all the time."

"worry about what?"

"Sensitive, vulnerable, suspicious... I don't know, Harry. But I've always been afraid of an outburst, and it's just—" She shook her head and said sadly, "We've got even Voldemort to deal with."

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 be able to return to normal if he didn't rely on them to get a thing done.

"Or unless Voldemort escapes from Room Seven," Harry said quietly.

　One of the lines in the sixth-grade plot of this book is the adulthood of the trio, and the author designed a short plot respectively.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)