I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Ron, the best brother in the world!

Fire clouds stretching for thousands of miles are rendered in the sky, and the earth seems to add a touch of red when the sun shines.

John withdrew his gaze, got up from the grass and sat down, looking forward.

"Ron, how long is it going to float?"

Fred made a serious mistake in estimating the useful time of Chocolate Flutters.

Ron has been flying in the air for several hours, the expression on his face has changed from anger to sadness, and now it has gradually returned to calm, even a little sleepy.

"I don't know, it's completely out of my control now."

Fred chewed a piece of green grass, and the bitter taste filled his mouth.

He thought that he hadn't figured out what went wrong even now, and maybe he would have to ask Ron to try a few more times in the future.

Fred looked at Ron with a kind smile on his face.

"How about we help him, such as letting the air out of his body?"

John squinted his eyes, carefully observing Ron's puffy body, wondering where he could carry out this plan.

After all, it was getting late and they should go back, otherwise Mrs. Weasley would have found out later.

On the first day he came, he put his son in the sky, and it didn't look good to say it.

"Maybe. This is also a way."

George touched his chin and said.

Fred said, "So what are we going to do? Put a hole in him and get the air out?"

The corners of John's mouth twitched slightly. He originally wanted to force the air out of Ron's original channel.

But Fred has started to get hurt again, isn't he afraid that what will be released at that time will not be Qi, but blood?
Ron heard Fred's words, anger ran to his face again, and he began to curse loudly, but unfortunately no one could understand what he said.

Fred saw Ron's antics, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

Ron was tired of resting, and seeing Fred still laughing, he became more and more angry, waving his hands and feet to get closer to Fred.

But he couldn't control the direction at all, and when he moved his hands and feet, his whole body slammed straight into the tree trunk.

After a few bangs, I don't know if the action of hitting the tree had an effect, or the effect of the fluttering chocolate finally came.

Ron's mouth opened uncontrollably, a gust of air gushed out from his mouth, and his body was pushed by the air to float around.

After a while, Ron's swollen body finally returned to normal, and he fell to the ground with a weak expression on his face.

Fred hurried forward and asked with concern, "Ron, are you alright?"

"Fred, I'm going to kill you!"

Ron regained his strength in an instant, got up and pinned Fred to the ground, with his hands on his neck.

"Ron, this is definitely an accident, you have to trust us." George explained from the side.

"And you, George!"

Ron heard George's voice and immediately let go of Fred, pushing George to the ground again.

John saw Ron who was "killing all directions and no one can beat him", so he hurriedly took out a piece of Galleon from his leather bag and put it in front of Ron.

"Ron, this is your reward."

Ron wanted to continue, but the sun shone on Jin Gallon, and the golden light reflected into his pupils.

Ron's eyes became blurred, he hesitated for a while, he let go of George, grabbed Jin Gallon and stuffed it into his bag, angrily walked towards the Burrow.

Fred quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Ron, don't tell mom when you go back!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely say it!" Ron replied loudly.

Fred and George looked at each other and sighed. They didn't do a good job today.

John got up and walked back to the Burrow with Fred and George.

On the way, John asked, "Will he tell Mrs. Weasley?"

Fred shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Sometimes he's stingy, but sometimes he's so big that he won't report on us," George said.

"Hopefully he's in the latter category today."

Fred prayed that if Mrs. Weasley found out, they would definitely be grounded in the future, and forget about research.

The Burrow was getting closer and closer to them. When John and the others stood under the crooked house, they all took a breath at the same time to strengthen their courage.

"Mom!" Fred called out, ready to start the conversation, as soon as he opened the door, "do you think who's here?"

"Who?" Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

There was no anger on her face, and John, Fred, and George all breathed a sigh of relief.

"John!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in surprise. She walked up to John and embraced him passionately. "When did you come? Long time no see. You seem to have grown taller again."

"At noon, you were not at home when I came." John replied politely.

"At that time, I had something to go out."

Mrs. Weasley glared at Fred and George, who scratched their heads and smiled mischievously.

"Go over and sit for a while, we can have dinner after a while!"

Mrs. Weasley let go of John and finished with a smile. She returned to the kitchen and continued to work.

Fred, George and John ran to the sofa and sat down.

"I declare that Ron is the best brother in the world. Which one of you agrees and who opposes?" Fred raised his hand happily and said in a low voice.

"I agree!" George replied immediately.

"What about you, John?" Fred and George looked at John simultaneously.

John didn't want to participate in their childish game, but he couldn't help it. He also raised his hand and said, "I agree too!"

Fred and George nodded in satisfaction.

"What are you cheering for?"

Mrs. Weasley sensed movement outside, her voice coming from the kitchen.

"It's nothing, Mom!" Fred yelled back.

"You two don't spoil John!"

"We don't, Mom, how can you think of us like that, we are your sons!" George replied.

"I'm only saying that because you're my 'good' sons!"

Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly rose a notch.

Fred and George shrank their heads, not daring to answer.

After a while, the kitchen heard the clashing sound of pots and pans again.

Fred approached the two and asked in a low voice, "Do you think Ron is still willing to try for us?"

"You probably don't want to," John thought for a while and replied.

Ron was miserable today, he probably wouldn't want to go through it again, would he?
"That's really a pity." Fred shook his head, and then asked, "Let's improve it tomorrow, and the three of us will take turns to try it in the future, how about it?"

"Okay." John nodded.

Although the swelling becomes bigger, the feeling of flying in the air is definitely not pleasant, but in order to make money, it is necessary to invest.

　Ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)