Harry Potter Morning Light

"Hurry up, come here!"

The house-elves of Hogwarts pushed a dozen large oak barrels deep into the Forbidden Forest, leaving a strong smell of gasoline all the way.

"What is this doing?" Ron asked because he didn't know.

"It was Neville's idea to set a trap, lure those spiders, and then detonate it." Hermione couldn't hide her excitement and said, "Those are not real gasoline, but Babo tuber pus, but they can explode, too, Simon." It’s time to have an explosion.”

Ron just shook his head.

The babo tubers looked like slimy slugs emerging from the soil, and he felt like throwing up even more.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked angrily.

"nothing."

"You don't look okay."

Ron ignored her, turned and left.

Hermione covered her face, looking like she was about to cry, but there was nothing he could do, 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 immediately recognize that it was Voldemort's dark 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, but he didn't feel relieved because of it. The knot was always there. Why would Hermione choose him instead of Victor or Harry?

Even Draco Malfoy's little boy can do it. His father, Lucius Malfoy, finds him girls to marry everywhere, as if they are afraid that the father and son will be caught in Azkaban, and the Malfoy family will never be born.

He has no talent, no money, no eloquence, no good looks, and he can't joke like George Fred. Victor Krum can get whatever he wants, and girls are always Victor Longwei. Kedoshorn, oh he's also friends with his sister-in-law Fleur, what the hell.

"Hi, Ron."

Just as he was walking in the forest, Luna suddenly stopped him. She was sitting on a wooden box, and her fiancé, Rolf Scamander, was sitting next to her. author's grandson.

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

Ron walked over 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. The pain was so painful that he wanted to knock his head off.

Drinking in cold weather would quickly warm him up, and he was greatly relieved by the spicy taste of the alcohol.

"You look like you're in trouble and want to talk?" Rolf asked.

"No." Ron straight up refused.

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

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

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

"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. "You are so brave to marry a woman like Hermione, my friend."

"You know her?"

"Harry Potter got on the Chocolate Frog. It won't be long before the two of you. The three of you are quite famous, and I've heard of you in foreign countries."

"Oh, it's no big deal," said Ron triumphantly and with mock modesty.

"It's difficult for strong women to get along well at home. My mother and my grandma don't get along well. I see your mother is also very powerful. They often quarrel."

Ron sighed and took a sip of his wine in silence.

"That's why I'm a traveling naturalist, so I don't have to go home." Rolf took the bottle in Ron's hand and took a sip, with a weird expression on his face.

They all forgot that Ron had just vomited and didn't rinse his mouth, and Ron himself was about to die of nausea.

As if his day wasn't bad enough, Lavender Brown showed up, glared at Ron for a dozen seconds, and finally charged like a cow with its tail on fire, snapping him a Loud slap.

"You deserve it, bastard!" Then the girl with a werewolf bite mark on her neck and a disfigured face strutted away.

"Whiw!" Lavender yelled as they walked, apparently looking for Neville Longbottom.

Even the ex-girlfriend he dumped dumped Ron, and poor Ron was so depressed he looked like a homeless puppy.

"Scottish women are very strong. If girls from other countries become like her, they would not want to live." Rolf gave the bottle to Ron, opened his suitcase, and there were all kinds of animal howls in it. cry.

"Be quiet, keep quiet." Rolf said to the animals below, and then summoned a bottle of wine with a summoning spell, and then quickly covered the suitcase.

"What are you doing in England this time? Applying for the Hogwarts Magical Beasts teacher?"

"No, I'm very interested in the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. I heard that there are real wolves in it."

"A real wolf?" Ron asked confusedly.

"You know, werewolves usually reproduce by attacking non-werewolves, and because werewolves have such a bad reputation, they rarely marry and have children. However, if werewolves marry human spouses, there is no evidence that their wolf nature will be passed on to their offspring. Interesting The thing is that if two werewolves meet and mate on a full moon, they will have pups, and apart from their superior intelligence, they will be no more aggressive than real wolves, nor will they attack humans alone, in Albus Dumble Under Lido's tolerance and permission, the cubs were secretly released in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and they grew up to be beautiful and intelligent real wolves, I want to get to know them."

"I don't think it's interesting for two werewolves to mate," Ron said in disgust.

Rolf shrugged, noncommittal.

"Do you know how to kill a werewolf?" Ron asked.

"Ordinary silver bullets are absolutely unacceptable. Silver arrowheads treated with special potions should be used. Silver powder mixed with white moss can seal newly bitten wounds and prevent victims from bleeding to death. Hope dies, like I said Scots are tough, Remus Lupine has been a werewolf since he was 4, right?"

Ron subconsciously touched his shoulder.

"The inventor of that wolfbane potion, he really saved a lot of people. Although the price is expensive, at least you don't have to lose your mind and attack people casually. I once saw a transformed werewolf reading a newspaper, but that kind of The pain of transformation still cannot be eliminated, only the wolf-binding juice can keep the werewolf in human form on the night of the full moon, it is really a cross-generational invention..."

"The genius you mentioned is dead." Ron coldly interrupted Rolf's chatter. "White moss and silver powder, it sounds so easy. Are you sure you have these two things with you at all times?"

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