[hp] Pure White Age

ass and let the twins blow them up together.

Ron didn't have time to tell Harry the funny imagination, because they might really miss the first potions class.When they entered the classroom under Snape's bleak gaze, the seats were already taken, and Ron saw Hermione sitting so close to the podium that she turned and glared at them.

[Late for class without reason, Gryffindor will deduct [-] points. 】

Now there is only a vacant seat on the right of Malfoy. Ron and Harry looked at each other, and they both saw in each other's eyes a firm determination similar to [Heroic sacrifice] and [Must get up early tomorrow].

As soon as he was seated, Malfoy leaned into Ron's ear, and sarcastically sarcastically in his pretentious tone (unless Ron admits that this is the elegance of the upper class unless he dies): [Why, poor Weasleys don't even have roads? Don't recognize it?That's right, the Hogwarts toilets can fit your house in, right? 】

[I didn't intend to beat you up in class, but if you insist, I'm not unhappy. ] Ron shot back in a low voice, Snape's slimy slug-like eyes were still glued to him and Harry, Merlin must know that he was just trying to be brave.

【snort. ] Malfoy seemed to remember something, stared at him for a while, turned his head away and read "A Thousand Herbs and Mushrooms".

Only then did Ron turn his attention to Harry. The miracle boy was covering the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and was staring at Snape blankly. Poke his thigh.

Only then did Ron react to Snape's question just now: [Potter, what happens when you add narcissus powder to the wormwood infusion? ] At the same time, he also saw Hermione's raised hand in front of him. If the eyes were real, Snape would have been hooked by Hermione's eyes long ago.

Stop poking, Harry.Ron thought dejectedly, how would he know such a question?

[Tsk, it seems that fame is not everything.I'm afraid you—] Snape glanced at Ron contemptuously, [you two—didn't you read a single book before school started? 】

There was laughter in the classroom, Malfoy's voice the loudest.

Snape divided the students into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies.Ron was of course with Harry, and Hermione and another Hufflepuff girl switched places beside them, although Malfoy was still on Ron's left, which made him very unhappy.

Snape spelled out the precautions (Ron only remembers him yelling: [Remove the pot from the heat before putting the porcupine quills in!]), and then let them do as they please.

Snape was right, Ron hadn't turned a single page of his textbook all summer, maybe Harry read a little, but the result was the same.They weighed dried nettles clumsily and smashed snake fangs, but luckily they didn't do anything else that would have caused Snape to roar triumphantly: [Ten points from Gryffindor! 】mistake.

While Ron and Harry were discussing in low voices the utensils for cooking slugs, Snape was raving about how perfect Malfoy's method was, obviously he was his favorite student.Ron pretended to look down at the book, not to look at Malfoy's upturned mouth and high head—whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that the eyes of the annoying ghost were always looking at him vaguely.

Ron carefully lowered the porcupine quills into the pot - the last step - and Harry was relieved that nothing happened.Ron looked at Hermione with some complacency, she wasn't done yet.He knew that Hermione might be able to write a few feet of parchment-thick treatise on the history of magic with her fast-moving quill without a break, and she could also accurately answer all of Snape's tricky questions, but the cauldron and She is not familiar with the brass balance, but fortunately her operation is not fast but every step is extremely precise, and now only the last step is left——

[Crabbe! ] Ron lunged forward and stopped Hermione behind him - at the same time the porcupine quill escaped from Crabbe's fat fingers and flew into the pot that Hermione hadn't removed from the fire.

A loud [sizzing] sound came out of Hermione's pot, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around to confirm that Hermione was fine, he heard Hermione exclaim: [Ron, your arm! 】

Ron lowered his head, only to find that the left sleeve of the black wizard robe was burnt with a few small holes by the splashed potion—he only felt the pain at this time, and he opened the sleeve, and there were many holes on the white and tender skin. Several inflamed scabies.

[Gryffindor's careless operation, [-] points will be deducted. 】Harry Ron all glared at Snape, Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve, and reminded them with his eyes that Snape might deduct a few more points from their house for "contradicting the teacher".She found a small crystal bottle from nowhere, applied the green potion inside to Ron's arm, and said to Snape: [Professor Snape, Ron needs to go to the infirmary—]

Malfoy must be very proud now, Hermione's potion made the wound hot and itchy, and Ron blinked, trying to force back the tears spurred by the moment of pain (Gryffindors don't shed tears easily, especially in front of a nasty Slytherin).Professor Snape finally nodded, and the trio left the dungeon together.

[Stay away from us, Malfoy! 】Harry pushed away Malfoy who didn't know when he was standing at the door, and the latter was staggered by his push, with a stiff arc on his lips, as if someone was forcing him to laugh.

Ron walked through the classroom door with his head down, and at that moment he felt Malfoy's breathing past his ears, so heavy and irregular.

[You are a complete bastard, Malfoy. ] In the end, he still couldn't hold back, and said this before leaving, it wasn't the usual kind of feuding children's rivalry, and the unconcealable disgust in it made him unbelievable.

Ron was only eleven years old, and he wasn't ready to really hate someone.But when he was lying on the hospital bed in the school infirmary, he saw Hermione's tears.

Hermione realized he was staring at her, and quickly wiped her tears away with her black sleeve.

【Why did he treat you like that? ] Harry said angrily.

[I bumped into him at the corner of the corridor today. ] Hermione said, she looked completely calm, 【He also called me a... Mudblood, although I don't know what that means, it must be a bad word. 】

[... Mudblood? ] Harry looked confused.

[That's a pejorative term for Muggle-born wizards... Anyway, that's rude... Hey, don't be angry Harry, Malfoy is a bastard, didn't we already know that? 】Ron had a rage burning in his heart (because of his family education, he hated the pure blood theory of the Malfoy family), but he just shrugged his shoulders on the surface, and glanced at Hermione cautiously again, making sure she really didn't Sad again.

【Right now, I just hope that I can get No.1 in Potions class, and that your arm gets better soon. 】

[I don't want it to be better so soon,] Ron leaned on the head of the bed in pain, but the slight curvature of the corner of his mouth betrayed him, [I saved you, maybe you can consider helping me with my homework or something, anyway. It's easy for you, isn't it? 】

[Do you have a slug in your head?Ron? 】Hermione's eyes are still red, looking happy and angry, 【You hurt your left hand! 】

☆、Chapter 6

With Madam Pomfrey's insistence that Ron stay in the hospital bed and let her observe the condition, Ron could only watch as Harry and Hermione said goodbye to him and went to visit Hagrid, even though they promised to come and see him when they returned Bring him chicken legs and chocolate donuts for dinner.

Ron sat alone on the hospital bed, counting the time boredly.He wasn't like Hermione who could sit in front of a book all afternoon, and at that time he would rather watch Quidditch, even if it was the boring football that Seamus and Harry talked about last night.At home, oh, quiet is a luxury, and the twins alone can knock the roof off the Burrow (and they did).

All that said, Ron wasn't used to being quiet, nor was he used to being alone.

Left arm started to go numb.Ron kept his head down, wondering if he would be able to attend flying lessons next Thursday in his current form.He couldn't help but imagine that when everyone was flying on broomsticks and he could only sit on the lawn...Merlin, it was the right decision for him to hate Malfoy.

The sound of flapping wings brought Ron back to his thoughts, and he saw a horned owl sitting firmly on the windowsill. It was really the biggest and strongest owl he had ever seen.It shook its feathers impatiently, and its big orange eyes seemed to be staring at him.

[Hey, cutie. 】Ron greeted it and tried to let it come into the house, but it obviously didn't like the name, and began to pace irritably on the window sill.

Ron noticed that there was a letter in its mouth, he sighed helplessly, got up slowly and walked to the window sill.

[Strange, obviously Errol likes me calling it that.Otherwise it is not willing to eat. ] Ron thought, taking the snow-white envelope from the owl's mouth.

There was no sender or recipient's name on the envelope, it was just blank like that, but the ornate golden sealant on the seal convinced Ron that it definitely didn't come from Harry, Hermione, or Hagrid.

[Is it really for me? 】Ron asked the arrogant horned owl, who flapped his wide gray wings several times, and quickly disappeared into the afterglow of the evening sun.

Ron opened the envelope in confusion, and there were only a few lines of cursive words on the letter paper inside:

[Dear (the word has been crossed out) Ron Weasley (his name has been crossed out and changed to Skunk):

Because you and I were punished by Professor McGonagall for cleaning the Potions classroom for a semester, and Slytherin was deducted ten points. Are you satisfied now?That way we're even.But don't get too complacent, Professor Snape said, when your arm is healed, you have to clean it with me.

Yours sincerely (this word is also crossed out) Draco Malfoy]

There seemed to be something else in the envelope, and Ron took out another picture from it, and this time, Portolami was making faces at him.

[It turned out to be the owl of the Malfoy family, no wonder it has such a bad temper. 】Ron's fair face wrinkled together, and a few light-colored freckles jumped.He stuffed the letter paper and pictures back into the envelope, and threw it on the bed angrily.

What the hell does that platinum hair mean?Merlin knew how much a Slytherin cared about his reputation, and was punished by Professor McGonagall to sweep the Potions classroom for a week?Ron would have thought it normal if Malfoy had been ashamed to keep his mouth shut on anyone who heard the news, but now he was taking the initiative to reveal it to him - a Gryffindor with whom he didn't like each other?

Ron felt that if Hermione was here, he might have a ten-thousandth chance of solving this puzzle.If he had to think with this red-haired head with Weasley's thinking... the answer he got was unimaginable.

Malfoy knew how happy he would be to hear the news, and he must have guessed that he would tell Harry and Hermione so the three of them could laugh at him freely (for this term at least), what an idiot he was .

Ron didn't know why he was sulking.Maybe because he'd just decided to start seriously hating Malfoy, Malfoy had delivered the letter...and the Portolemia he'd always wanted.

It wasn't until the evening that Harry came in a hurry and took out the wrapped chicken legs and donuts from his arms.He said that Hermione's homework hadn't been done (which Ron couldn't believe, until Harry quickly said it was a preview), and she said: [This kind of thing doesn't need two people to do it. 】

【I really don't understand girls,】Harry scratched his head, 【However, you are also doing it for her... But she prepared all these meals, and told me for a quarter of an hour, but she just didn't want to come here by herself. 】

Ron was munching on the hot fried chicken drumsticks. Although he didn't understand why Hermione suddenly had a temper tantrum, what's the matter, as long as she wasn't hurt.

The absence of Hermione added to Harry's conversation (because he had no one to split it up for him), and he quickly explained to Ron about Vault 713. The "Daily Prophet" reported that the dark wizard robbed Gringotts but found nothing. It turned out that Hagrid had already transferred the things back to Hogwarts in advance under Dumbledore's instructions.

【It's just a dirty little bag, it can't even hold a few gold Galleons. ] said Harry, and they began to wonder what it was that even the dark wizard wanted.

Madam Pomfrey carefully observed Ron's arm and helped him apply the medicine again. She smiled and praised Hermione's wit, saying that if she hadn't helped him apply the wormwood solution in time, the scar might be with him forever.

It wasn't until Ron lay back on the bed in the dormitory that he realized that the letter had been properly put away in the nightstand, and he didn't take the initiative to tell Harry about Malfoy's punishment.

It must be because Harry was eager to know the true face of the mysterious object, and he also happily forgot about it. Ron curled his lips and smiled again quickly.Madam Pomfrey said his arm would be healed when he opened his eyes tomorrow morning, and he must make a good laugh at Malfoy during his flying lessons, who always boasted about his flying skills triumphantly, as if he had escaped a What a Muggle helicopter.

☆、Chapter 7

Thursday was as good as Ron had prayed for, a clear, breezy day, and his arm was back to normal, as Madam Pomfrey had promised.

Ron and Harry walked briskly down the sloping meadow to a level lawn.Harry laughed at Ron's hair that was messier than the wavy grass under his feet, and Ron blushed and slowed down to tidy up.Harry ran to Hermione, who was talking to Neville and the others about the flying instructions she got in "The Origin of Quidditch".

A black shadow fell in front of him, Ron raised his head and met Malfoy's gaze, and he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.It's only been a few days since he said that the other party is a "complete jerk", and he hasn't figured out how to face the other party, especially when he is alone.

Malfoy obviously also felt the embarrassment of the atmosphere, and his big gray-blue eyes stared blankly at Ron.That's when Ron realized that Malfoy wasn't bad looking (he snorted as the Gryffindor girls discussed it at the dinner table), his eyelashes were curled up and long like a little girl's, and his face was golden It is not so pale in the sun.

[Cough,] The other party took the lead to break the deadlock, put his hand to his mouth and coughed, and quickly glanced at him, [Did you receive my letter, Weasley? 】

【received. 】Ron didn't expect that one day he would talk to each other calmly instead of shaking fists, which made him feel uncomfortable,【You have to clean the potions classroom for a semester...】He wanted to talk about Portolami's picture , but then remembered that he would have to thank the other party, so he changed his words in time, [Harry and I will go to watch your mess, ha! 】

[I think you didn't read my letter carefully, skunk. 】Malfoy seems to have just recovered, the corner of his mouth curled up with a long-lost proud smile, 【I wrote it at the end, you have to clean it with me... I think your arm is in good shape now, it's really rough skin Thick red weasel. 】

Well, yes, this is the way communication should be.Ron breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and he took two steps forward.The other party's bad behavior towards Hermione was still circling in his mind: [I didn't do anything wrong, and I shouldn't be punished at all.You must have lied to Professor McGonagall on Snape's favor, you scumbag.I'm not going, I'd like to throw up just one more second with you. 】

Ron didn't know why Malfoy's gray-blue eyes were suddenly filled with haze, his jaw line was tense, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly he took a step closer and sneered, "Oh, really?It's not up to you to decide... If you don't go, Gryffindor will deduct fifty points. Professor Snape likes me, don't you know it very well. 】

Now there is almost no distance between the two, and the gold-red and silver-green striped scarves collide.

[Stay away from me and my friends, Malfoy. 】Ron looked not far away, Harry noticed the movement here, and was about to come here, 【I think I have made this point very clear. ] After finishing speaking, he never looked at the platinum hair again, and walked towards Harry, brushing his shoulder.

【Are you okay? ] Harry and Hermione surrounded him.

Ron shook his head, he saw the memory ball in Neville's hand, it was red at the moment, [Neville, what did you forget? 】

【If only I knew what I forgot. ] Neville blushed and said distressedly.

[Did he lose the toad again? ] Harry whispered in Ron's ear.

Mrs Hooch, with short gray hair, handed out two dozen broomsticks to the Gryffindors and Slytherins.During this period, Harry took off his round glasses and wiped them twice with the corner of his clothes. Ron said to him a little funny: [It's okay Harry, Hermione and Neville can't fly either. 】

【Did you fly Ron? ] Harry asked, Ron followed his gaze to the group of Slytherins opposite, Malfoy was taking the broomstick issued to him with a look of disgust, his platinum hair almost dazzled Ron's eyes in the sun Blind, Merlin, who knows how much pomade he put on!

[Of course I flew. 】Ron gritted his teeth, although he didn't know how his level was compared to Malfoy, 【Fred George and I went to the paddock on the mountain a few times, where we practiced playing Quidditch. 】Harry's adoring eyes made him regain a little confidence.

[Now, say to the broom in front of you: "Get up!"] Mrs. Hooch shouted, walking back and forth in the line of Gryffindors and Slytherins.

【stand up! 】 Ron's broom rose in response, and he held it firmly in his palm, as did Harry's beside him.Hermione stared at them both in disbelief, and Neville was on the verge of tears.

Ron excitedly turned his fiery red head in the direction of Mrs. Hooch, waiting for her order.He couldn't hold back the broom in his hand anymore, he shook his body slightly, and the wooden branches rubbed against each other [squeaking] sound.

Mrs. Hooch was correcting Malfoy's posture on the broom, and Ron was very happy to hear her say that Malfoy's posture has always been wrong and he needs to fix it as soon as possible.Malfoy changed the gesture of holding the broomstick according to Mrs. Hooch's request, but his face was obviously disapproving.

Ron curled his lips, and before the smile faded from his eyes, Malfoy sensitively caught his attention.He avoided the sudden stare in a panic, only to realize that he had overreacted.

He was a glorious Gryffindor!Ron was annoyed by his subconscious dodge, he turned his head back suddenly, intending to give Malfoy a hard look, but he accidentally saw the smile in the other's eyes that couldn't be retracted, like ripples in a deep gray-blue lake inside.

Malfoy probably didn't realize that he would turn his head again (Ron guessed that Parkinson on the side had said something to make him laugh), he was stunned for a moment, and then raised a single eyebrow.The corners of his lips were still tightly pursed, showing a cold look, but the two circles of ripples rippled even more fiercely in his eyes.After a long time, Malfoy withdrew his gaze, loosened and tightened his grip on the broom, and urged loudly: [Excuse me—Ms. Hooch, can we take a test flight? ] Ron noticed that the first syllable he uttered was trilled, and his ears were turning red.

If the test flight can make platinum hair so excited, maybe his flying skills are not very good, Ron scratched his fiery red hair.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hooch accepted this suggestion. She nodded with a smile, and just as she gestured for takeoff, the Hogwarts freshmen had already rushed into the sky.

The gold and red scarf blocked the mischievous cool wind that tried to penetrate his neck, and the blue sky and white clouds passed through the sides of his body, and Ron couldn't control the curvature of his mouth.He looked down curiously. Under his broken sneakers swaying in the wind, the green grass was receding rapidly. They still looked soft, as if they could be stepped on.

【Wow! 】 I don't know who started it first, but the joyful call was passed on one after another.Ron opened his mouth wide in response to his companion, and at the same time kicked his legs vigorously, pulling up the broomstick with both hands, trying to fly higher than the tree.

[Ron, be careful! 】Harry's voice came into Ron's ears mixed with the buzzing of the wind, and before he could turn his head, a force of gravity hit him from behind, hitting the end of his broom hard.

Oops!The broom began to shake violently, creaking and rushing forward, almost flipping him over.It turned out that it was true that the twins said that Hogwarts' broom often went crazy because of old age. Ron's hands were cold - he wanted to reach the receding tree branch not far away, but he was afraid that as soon as he let go, he would immediately touch the ground. Come for a close encounter.

The strong sense of fear was like a flood, Ron leaned down and tried to shrink himself into a ball, closed his eyes helplessly, and clung to the broom stick and swung it up and down, praying that its madness would pass soon—he didn’t Knowing which direction I was flying and how far I flew, I only knew that the vegetation under my feet was not as lovely as before.

[Ron! ] The darkness in front of him was pierced by an urgent low cry, Ron opened his eyes, was it Mrs Hooch...or Harry came to save him?

[Damn Weasley!Don't hold on so tight!The broom will be angry! 】Another shout came from a short distance behind, knocking Ron back from fantasy to reality in one fell swoop—he couldn't believe it... Isn't that the voice of the goddamn Malfoy?He's right behind him?

The disgusting curse pulled Ron out of his initial fear, and the strength in his hand became lighter unconsciously.Only then did he realize that the end of his broom seemed to be entangled with the broom head of the opponent, rushing and roaring at the same frequency.

[Damn it! ] The low-pitched complaints of the people behind him lingered in Ron's ears again, followed by a rustling sound from his back.

Just as Ron was about to ask what the bastard was doing behind his back, he felt that the broom sank, and he grabbed the broomstick with both hands around his waist, barely controlling it to fly sideways to an old tree nearby.

[Damn it, Weasley, climb up the tree soon, the broom will not be able to hold on anymore—] Ron shuddered at the hot air on the back of his neck, and quickly grabbed the tree trunk at hand, stepped on a bump with his right leg, and kicked Kick off, turn over and sit astride a strong tree branch.

The green-collared college robe made a sound of wind out of thin air, and Malfoy soon straddled Ron's back, almost touching each other, and the two crazy brooms that vowed to entangle to the end were like kites that had lost their strings,【 Bang Dang] They all fell to the ground with a loud sound.

[Merlin...] Ron stared blankly at the broom that fell into two pieces below, and asked why Malfoy's broom was fine?Will Hogwarts make him pay? !

[Skunk, it will be bad if I meet you...] Malfoy seemed to mutter something, his voice became lower and lower, and his head got closer and closer. Let's separate.

Ron couldn't see the expressions of the people behind him, his ears were suddenly hot, and he begged Merlin not to make his ears red too much - it was too embarrassing, and he didn't want to be laughed at by Malfoy as a coward.

But Merlin obviously didn't hear his prayer.Just as Ron was thinking like this, a cold hand grabbed his right ear, and he turned his head in pain and glared at him: 【Malfoy, let me go! 】

[Weasel, your ears are warm. 】From Ron's perspective, you can see the nasty curve of the mouth behind you, 【Pay attention to your attitude, I saved your life. 】

[If your broom hadn't hit you, nothing would have happened!Cowards with cold fingers. 】Ron was annoyed to find that his attack didn't affect the opponent at all, which is not common—he angrily pulled the opponent's hand on his ear, and the two of them almost twisted into a ball on the tree. Merlin must know that he Would love to have a fight with this guy, but definitely not anywhere that isn't land!

【What's this? 】Ron's hand inadvertently grabbed the other's bulging pocket, and he took it out very smoothly.

It was Neville's memory ball.Ron understood something, and immediately became angry.Originally, because he was sitting in front of Malfoy, he couldn't use his hands and feet at all, and his platinum hair was tightly wrapped around his waist, threatening to throw him down, so he could only grab the other party's collar, [Bastard Malfoy] , you can't do less boring things... how far away from our Gryffin? 】

[Do you think I want to go further away?How about throwing you down? 】The annoying ghost behind him snorted, and the hand locked around his waist stretched out under the already crumpled academic robe at some point and suddenly moved back. His cold fingertips touched the soft belly button through the shirt vest, which made Ben Ron, who was afraid of itching, clenched his teeth, but still couldn't help but shrink back, making the two academic robes fit tightly together without any gaps.

[It is not certain who will go down first. ] Ron shot back angrily.Although he didn't dare to act rashly at this time, he must not lose if he spoke harshly - he believed that the other party had the same idea.

☆、Chapter 8

Ron couldn't remember how long he and Malfoy had been sitting in that towering old tree, and when the two had stopped their pointless bickering and started a race to see who could summon the surviving broom up first (Maybe he didn't want to remember at all), anyway, when the warm autumn sun gradually faded over the tops of the beeches and the sky began to turn white, the three brooms finally appeared in his vision.

That was Crabbe, Goyle and Harry.Ron didn't expect Harry to fly so well. He sat firmly on the broomstick and flew higher than Crabbe and Goyle-but his face was not very good-looking.Crabbe and Goyle were slanting their mouths at something, but Harry turned a deaf ear to it, and his green eyes were wide open, looking around every corner.

【Harry, I'm here! 】Ron waved excitedly, and the three brooms flew towards this side at an accelerated speed. Ron was surprised to see Harry push Crabbe and Goyle aside, stop at the position closest to the tree branch and stretch out a hand towards him , 【Ron, come down quickly, I'll catch you. 】

【Ha, you must be crazy, Potter.Your friend doesn't survive a catastrophe like you do. ] There was a familiar mocking voice behind him, and Ron wanted to refute him loudly, but the platinum hair reminded him that it was Harry's first time flying, and the broomstick couldn't carry two people at all... Yes, he and Malfoy before He rode together, but his broom broke because of it.

Harry's lips moved a few times.The moment he got on the broomstick to help Neville recover the Remembrall, he felt as if he had been born to fly with the broomstick beneath him.He wanted to tell Ron that his broom was so obedient, never right when he told it to go left, that he was sure he could get him back to the ground safely, but he didn't know how to say it, it sounded absurd after all.

But silence doesn't mean he won't be angry when he sees Malfoy sitting next to his best friend, especially when the arrogant Slytherin twitched his lips provocatively, and Ron - still dumbfounded. Sitting on the tree blankly, the half-worn academic robe on his body was already wrinkled, his fiery red hair was disheveled in small curls, and his bright blue eyes were full of ignorance beyond the situation.

Malfoy must have taken this opportunity to bully Ron, Harry frowned and quickly let go, because he found that there were two deep folds on the robes of Slytherin, who always claimed to be elegant and decent, and the other party even forgot to draw They smooth out.

Well done Ron.He should have thought that Malfoy was a coward who could only rely on his followers, and that his best friend would never lose in a fight.

Crabbe and Goyle looked up blankly, waiting for Draco to give them eye instructions.Until their necks were sore, the buttocks of their heads were still glued to the branch motionless, their left hands rested secretly on the red-haired Gryffindor's waist, and their slender fingers caressed inadvertently.

Only fool Potter couldn't see it.Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other triumphantly, and they knew...the boss must be bullying/revenge/threatening Weasley!

Harry: (⊙_⊙)

【You had a good time, didn't you? ] Ron gritted his teeth and said every word.The other party definitely found out that he was ticklish, otherwise it would be impossible to explain...Merlin!Are his hands going to grow on his waist? !

【Well...not bad. 】Lazy heat crept into his scarf.

When they went down, he was definitely going to have a fight with Draco Malfoy.Ron closed his eyes and moved forward cautiously...

The itchy flesh on the left side of the waist was stabbed violently, Ron shook his body, and the other side's body was close to him like a snake again.

...It's not as simple as a fight, he wants to fight him!duel!

【This is how the same thing? 】An angry roar came from under the tree, and Ron looked down curiously. It turned out that Harry had brought Hagrid here.

His feet were weak from lack of a point of support for a long time, and Ron staggered when he landed safely, and received a low chuckle behind him.The promise on the tree can be fulfilled, Ron stood firm, turned around and picked up the collar of the other party without saying a word, and pushed the man up the tree, [Malfoy, you villain——]

The corners of Harry's mouth rose uncontrollably. He was ready to help Ron, but Hagrid gently pushed him aside.Harry watched suspiciously as Hagrid quickly pulled Ron away and brushed his rumpled robes.

[Go back quickly, Ron. 】Hagrid blocked Malfoy with his huge body, and put his strong hands on Ron's shoulders,【I really don't know how you got to the depths of the Forbidden Forest... Go back, be careful of Gryffindor Points were deducted. 】

Ron stared blankly at Hagrid, who blinked at him.

Maybe Hagrid was right, and little Malfoy might be a coward, but messing with the Malfoys was a nuisance.

Ron let go of his fists sullenly and walked towards Harry, but suddenly turned around, walked around Hagrid, and snatched Neville's Memory Ball from Malfoy's pocket.

【Don't let me see you again. ] Weasley left this warning in a bad tone and left.Looking past Hagrid's body, Draco's eyes followed the back of Hagrid and his black-haired companion.

Until the red hair, which was as dazzling as fire, and the corner of the robe swaying in the wind disappeared at the end of the woods.

[Neville's arm was broken, Mrs. Hooch took him to the school infirmary. 】Harry pushed aside the branches beside him, 【After you and Malfoy flew away, everyone was in a mess, um... I hope Mrs. Hooch hasn't come back yet...】

That's impossible, after all, the position of the sun has changed a long time ago, hasn't it?When Ron stood alone in front of Professor McGonagall, he had to fight hard not to cry.

A school broomstick... Merlin, Fred and George were still hoping to save money to eliminate their Sweeping Seven Stars, but now?Their family may have to lose money!

Ron was already imagining Errol flying crookedly into the Great Hall perhaps at breakfast tomorrow, dropping a Howler letter into his milk bowl.

Through the glasses, Professor McGonagall stared at the lush red hair with a look of hatred: [Destroying school property, scuffling with students from other colleges...Gryffin will deduct [-] points more, yes Weasley, I have to deduct twenty points from my own house! ] Her tone was excited and sad.

Ron wanted to say that he didn't wrestle with Malfoy, although he really wanted to, but he kept his mouth shut, hoping that Professor McGonagall would give him a good scolding and forget about paying for the broom.

[Squeak——] The door opened, and Ron watched in amazement as Malfoy and Snape walked into Professor McGonagall's office.This is how the same thing?He had thought that Malfoy would get away with it again this time, because he hadn't damaged property, had a good tongue, and had Snape's extra care.

[The kid told me that his father planned to buy a batch of new brooms for the school to ensure the quality of the flying lessons,] Snape's cool eyes turned on Ron's face, [the school's current brooms are too old , It’s been a long time since they didn’t work well, they would crash into each other out of control, and wanted to throw the students out. 】

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron a lot more kindly, she said