[hp] Pure White Age

Noticing that he stayed here, he walked out of the office with Snape and closed the door under cover.

【This is good...Dumbledore...】

【Maybe next month...】

Ron couldn't catch every word the professors had to say, but he didn't care, he turned his head to Malfoy furtively, blue eyes mixed with confusion.

Did Malfoy mean that?He wants to help him?Or was he just trying to show off their family's financial prowess?But anyway, Ron realized he was temporarily out of trouble.

He couldn't help but think of the pictures of Agrippa and Portolemia he locked in the bedside table, he never showed them to Harry, even pretending to collect them himself... Malfoy was really cleaning the potions classroom?This whole week?

Ron's head was in a mess, like he had several Peeves screaming in his ears at the same time.He scratched his unkempt fiery red hair, Professor McGonagall's office was so hot, and the scarlet lining in the second-hand robe on his body scratched his back itchy.

Malfoy didn't look at him, the first time Ron saw Malfoy's expression - not the arrogance of the nostrils or the triumph of provocation, but a certain kind of self-possession.His black robe, which had been wrinkled by him, had returned to its original state, his platinum-blond hair was brushed back smoothly, his pink lips were drawn into a line, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.Ron couldn't help thinking that maybe that's how he attended those high-level banquets.

But Ron knew something was wrong.Those big gray-blue eyes stared at the quill on Professor McGonagall's desk for a while, and the chandelier on the ceiling for a while, but they refused to look at him.

What is he messing with?Ron frowned, not knowing why, it made him uncomfortable, even if the other party laughed at him for being so poor that he couldn't afford a broom, as long as he didn't act so...pretentious, as if deliberately hiding something.

[Hey, Malfoy. 】The other party raised his eyes in panic, as if he was not calling his name, but something like "Forbidden Forest Monster".

【Cough... you want to donate a broom to the academy, right? ] Looking for something to say, Ron was secretly annoyed.

[Thanks Merlin, Weasley, you have normal hearing. 】Malfoy twitched the corner of his mouth—the smile was more or less sincere, but it quickly disappeared, turning into a fake smile that Ron didn't like.

【Hmm... that...】 Ron thought about it for a moment, he knew it was ridiculous, but it is a Weasley code of conduct to be grateful, 【Thank you... if you need help in the future, as long as it is not...】

[This is not for you! 】Ron stared wide-eyed at the completely unfamiliar Malfoy in front of him. The other party's pale face was flushed, and when he heard his thanks, he took a big step forward angrily. There was only a wand between them. put the distance.Ron stared at the gray-blue deep lake. At this moment, he really confirmed that the calm and mature Malfoy a minute ago was just an illusion that could be easily broken.

[This is not, for, you, skunk. 】The other party repeated through gritted teeth, 【A Malfoy, helping a Weasley?Only the brain of a pure-blooded traitor could come up with such an absurd thing.Look, Weasley, I don't care how long it takes your family to save up to pay for that cheap broken broom, I want a new broom for the school, just because I think - a Malfoy can get everything he wants, and Weasley's just a poor sidekick to some dirty, unloved Wonder Boy, and that's what it is—]

He couldn't go on, because Ron's strong fist hit him hard on the stomach, knocking him into the corner of the wall, and the flying robe knocked down Professor McGonagall's hanger, and the hanger made a crisp [clang] sound when it fell to the ground.

【What happened? 】Professor McGonagall and Snape broke into the door upon hearing the sound, Snape helped Malfoy up, and shouted angrily: 【Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor! 】

Professor McGonagall was about to reprimand the reckless little Gryffindor, but found that the red-haired little Weasley's fists were clenched tightly, and his body couldn't help shaking.

【Thank you. ] He calmly accepted the punishment belonging to the Lion Court, with an obvious mocking tone.Before Snape could say anything more, he rushed out the door like the wind, and the sound of messy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Ten minutes later, Ron walked to the portrait of the Fat Lady with heavy steps, lowered his head and sniffed. [Pig nose], he said.The fat lady was busy practicing breaking the glass with her singing, she didn't notice the puddle of water under the little Gryffindor's feet, and opened the door absent-mindedly.

Before Ron could climb to the other end of the round hole, he was grabbed into the lively common room by two pairs of strong hands, and the glare of the lights made him groan in pain.

[Harry has been chosen as the new Seeker,] his two older brothers, Fred and George, can't hide the pride on their faces, [the youngest Seeker in a century, right here We Gryffindors! ...how are you wet, Ron? 】

The hilarity stopped and everyone looked at him.Harry pushed through the crowd and walked over: [What's going on, Ron... Malfoy bullied you again? ] His green eyes half-closed.

Ron didn't want to be so sensitive, but Harry was different from the train.

【…It's not Malfoy, it's Peeves. ] But it's pretty much Malfoy, if he wasn't too angry to play Peeves' guessing game, he wouldn't be chilled from head to toe by it.

[Harry, they don't usually let first-years play Quidditch, you really...] Ron managed to pull out a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, a bath towel covered his head, and he couldn't see anything.Fred (or George) pushed him into an armchair near the fire.

【what to do? ] Fred's voice.

【Stuff a little salamander down his throat, it will prevent a cold. 】This is George.

[Hey, listen, I'm a prefect, you can't—] Percy's mouth seemed to be gagged.

[Take a salamander bath to warm your whole body. 】Fred winked at the people who were holding back their laughter, and made mouth gestures: 【1, 2...】

[Definitely not! 】The white towel twisted desperately, like a tangible ghost, 【Impossible—】The ghost threw himself on Fred and knocked him to the ground.

The common room erupted in gleeful laughter, and even Hermione dripped ink on the History of Magic textbook.

[This is not funny at all! 】The white ghost shook off the involuntary camouflage on his head, revealing his fiery red hair.He quickly got up from his brother's arms and ran out of the common room.

The laughter died down.

[He must be very uncomfortable, isn't this a bit too much? 】Hermione frowned, breaking the silence in the lounge.

Apology flashed in Harry's eyes, he pushed his glasses: [Yes, I'll go see him—]

Everyone dispersed silently, and before leaving, they all patted Harry on the shoulder and said some encouraging words.

Fred and George finally came to Harry's side.

[Don't be nervous, Wood said you are great.We can take the trophy this year. 】

【must be able to. 】

[Is the fire in the dormitory strong enough? 】

[Not as good as the common room. 】

[When he finishes taking a shower, bring him here. 】

[Help the little devil to clean his hair, he can't do little things well, so no one is allowed to talk about it. 】

[The vicious one is far less capable than Ginny. 】

Harry looked at the red-haired twins and nodded solemnly.

Fred took a deep breath, and he patted Harry on the shoulder: 【Go ahead.Don't say we reminded you. 】

Watching Harry leave, the Weasleys looked at each other.

【Can he do it? 】

[Maybe Granger. 】

[Maybe neither. 】

[…ten silver Sickles. 】

【Hey, that's our little Ronnie. 】

[Fifteen. 】

【…make a deal. 】

☆、Chapter 9

As soon as Ron entered the bedroom door, he went straight to the bathroom.The evening wind from the door opening made him shiver, and he accelerated the speed of draining the water.

The enveloping steam warms the bathroom.College robes, vests, shirts, Ron took off the clothes stuck to his body one by one, and quickly took off the school pants and underwear.

Soaking in the warm pool, he sighed and hugged his knees tightly. The tears that had been forced back by the cold wind were originally blocked in his eyes, and he was scrambling to find a way out.

The Weasley boys are manly men, hot and brave Gryffindors, aren't they?Then why cry?

Ron had never missed his parents and the Burrow so much for a single moment.Did he scare everyone just now?Tomorrow everyone would know that he had deducted fifty points for Gryffindor. No Gryffindor freshman had deducted so many points for the house. Hermione must be very angry.

It shouldn't matter, anyway, Harry is the youngest Seeker of this century, and Gryffindor shouldn't be too embarrassing.

Damn, the corners of his eyes were swollen so badly, Ron wiped his eyes.The Forbidden Forest, Peeves, the Common Room, Seekers... It's been a rough day.

In fact, he knew in his heart that these were not the most difficult things.

[Weasley is a filthy, unloved poor sidekick to the Wonder Boy, that's what it is—]

That's the way it is... if it wasn't for Malfoy, he could pretend he didn't realize it.Excellent Bill and Charlie, Prefect Percy, the twins who always take center stage... not to mention the well-known Wonder Boy in the wizarding world.

Ron lay on the edge of the bathtub, suddenly recalling an old picture.He couldn't remember how old he was at that time, but he was very small anyway, sitting comfortably on the sofa.

At this time, Gemini ran over, and the two identical faces looked closely at him.

【It's a boy. ] He couldn't remember who said it in a childish voice, but now that he thinks about it, it may be George.

[Mom wants a younger sister. ] Another said.

[We also want a younger sister. 】They looked at each other and stuck out their tongues at him together,【It's really troublesome——】

Later getting along showed that the brothers did not lie to him. They never played tricks on Ginny, because he was the perfect guinea pig.He still doesn't know what happened to the teddy bear that turned into a big spider.

Ron sneezed.Too bad he never has a cold.

[咚咚] Ron turned his head, [Harry? 】

[Yes, Ron, it's me. 】There was movement outside the door, and Ron imagined that Harry was standing at the door, frantically carrying his only warm coat (of course it was left for him by Bill),【F...I think you need a coat , and go to the common room to warm up. 】

[Thanks, Harry. ] Ron hung his head, wet red hair covering his eyes.

【fine. 】Harry seemed a little hesitant, 【Ron, may I bring it in?if you do not mind.The fire outside is just starting, and it's not too warm yet, and I'm afraid you're going to get sick. 】

[Of course I don't mind. 】 Ron buried himself in the hot water, 【Come in, Harry. 】

The sound of a doorknob turning.Harry still had that messy black hair on his head. As soon as he entered the door, a layer of white fog appeared on his round glasses. Ron splashed some water on him as a prank. Sweaty from training.Harry hopped away, and they both burst out laughing.

It wasn't until Harry's Quidditch suit was splashed with crimson water that Ron stopped making noises. He felt much more comfortable, and the corners of his lips kept rising, as did Harry.Wonder Boy's innocent green eyes flicked over him, and suddenly he reached out and took off his fiery red Quidditch suit.

[What are you doing, Harry? ] Ron grinned, of course he knew what Harry wanted to do.

[Let's wash together, Ron. 】Harry's hair looked worse from undressing, like a matted bird's nest, Ron pointed at his hair and giggled, and Harry climbed into the other side of the bathtub, leaning his back against the inner wall like Ron did, holding his hands in his arms. Sit on your knees and enjoy the moisture of the hot water.

The two 11-year-old boys still don't know what kind of person they will become, and they don't know how long the other party will spend with them.Colorful bubbles flew out of the tub, and Ron popped it so hard that Harry put his hands together and opened them, blowing out a bigger one.

Ron was used to soaking in the pool with the twins, but this was a rare experience for Harry, after all, Aunt Petunia would not allow it, and he definitely didn't want to take a bath with Dudley.

They talked about how Harry was chosen as the Seeker, and when they heard Harry talk about how he was nervously dragged into the third-grade classroom by Professor McGonagall, and how he was introduced to the Quidditch team captain Wood At that time, Ron was happy and envious.

[It's all thanks to Malfoy,] Harry said triumphantly, [if he hadn't snatched Neville's Remembrall, I wouldn't have known I could fly well. 】

Ron smiled unnaturally, secretly determined to unite with Harry and hate Malfoy, and this time he meant it completely.

[I'm really happy,] Harry looked up at the bathroom ceiling, [Professor McGonagall said my dad used to be a good Seeker too. 】

【Then you must have inherited his genes. ] Ron tilted his head.Why is Harry always so lucky?He doesn't like studying as much as he does, but he won't be distracted by Hermione... Now he is the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts, and all the Gryffindors will cheer for him tomorrow.

Ron suddenly wondered, who is better on the broom, Malfoy or Harry?The old broomstick went crazy like that today, and Malfoy...

[Ron? ] Ron came to his senses, only to realize that Harry had leaned in front of him at some point, and waved his five fingers in front of his eyes, 【What are you thinking? 】

【nothing! 】Harry was puzzled to find that his friend's fair little face gradually turned into the same color as his hair.

Under Harry's direct and calm gaze, Ron felt that he had nowhere to hide. He turned his head violently and poked the foam on the edge of the bathtub desperately.

Merlin!What the hell is he thinking?His friend is the youngest Seeker!He really, really decided to hate Malfoy!Just from this day, this minute, this second!

【Ron...】Harry couldn't count how many times he called his friend's name tonight, but the courage he had summoned up just now was ignored by the other party. He licked his lips and expressed the guilt in his heart again, 【Sorry , just now in the common room...]

【Oh, you said that. 】The little redhead shrugged indifferently, 【It's nothing, I'm used to being teased by Fred George.What's more, what do you have to be sorry for? 】

When he walked out of the bathtub, Ron felt the knot in his heart being gently pulled away. His whole body seemed to eat a piece of freshly baked cake, and his stomach was full of warm sweetness.Harry probably listened to the instructions of his two annoying brothers, and put on his coat seriously.

[Let's go to the common room. ] said Harry.

Ron hadn't expected Hermione to be there.She was sitting by the fire without a book, so when Harry and Ron arrived, her eyelids were battling.

[I'm going to sleep to death, why did you take so long to wash? ] Hermione gave Harry a quick glance, then glared at Ron, and the two boys looked at each other and smiled.

【Tomorrow morning there is a little quiz for Potions class, if I don't have a good rest...】 She kept chanting nervously, her hands were not idle, she took out her wand and cast a drying spell, Ron's crimson wet hair quickly returned to a dry fiery red.

[Thanks, Hermione. 】Ron rubbed his eyes, on the one hand because he was indeed sleepy, on the other hand because...he seemed to be unable to bear the tears he had held back for a long time.

Probably because the fire was too warm, the corners of Ron's mouth curved slightly.

That night, Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory against the sound of Neville's snoring, and the two snickered and hid in a bed.

[I will officially start training soon! 】

【Hermione and I will cheer for you! 】

[That's just training, not a game, Ron. 】

【To me it's almost...】

……

After some time, the two boys finally closed their eyes obediently, and the sound of breathing became longer and longer.The black-haired boy's eyelashes were long and trembling slightly, while the red-haired boy was in a deep sleep, with his mouth slightly open and his nose fluttering.

In the dream, he was also a member of the Quidditch team, a glorious batsman, galloping with Harry on the green field, shuttling freely in and out of the goal.

He also dreamed of a person standing in the auditorium. He raised his head, his gaze followed him all the time, and the gray-blue ripples in his eyes were rippling.

In the dream he forgot the boy's name.But he felt that the blond hair that was dazzling like the sun and the black courtyard robe with the green collar seemed familiar.Subconsciously, he complained that they always appeared in his life so unexpectedly, annoying to death, distracting him.

☆, extra

In Draco's memory, [Weasley] was the fourth word he learned to say.Dad, Mom, Draco, here, Weasley.Thanks to his father, he was able to picture the big family in his mind very early, with messy red hair, freckled face, men who worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, fat and noisy women, and a lot of people. A twittering child with no manners.

As early as the summer vacation before school started, he had heard from his father that he would be in the same class as the famous Harry Potter. Of course, his father also mentioned the youngest son of the Weasley family in a disgusted tone.

He wanted Potter to be sorted into Slytherin.In his opinion, if he really had such a [miracle], he should be assigned to Slytherin.Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Potter and him, that was his original idea.

But he didn't expect it to be a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor full of idiots, a Gryffindor full of redheads and Mudbloods.When he was speaking at the long table in Slytherin, he clearly saw the red hair next to Miracle Boy showing a disgusted expression.

[Many bad wizards come from Slytherin. 】He carefully identified his mouth shape, so that he forgot to respond to the senior's initiative to make friends, and what he got was this infuriating sentence.

A poor blood traitor insulting the honor of Slytherin?The memories he had suppressed suddenly emerged at that moment: the collision in Diagon Alley, the shoving in the train carriage, the embarrassment on the boat... At this time, he seemed to smell the smell of the other party's neck again, an unspeakable sense of shame stabbed at his heart with rage.He was surprised that he turned all this anger on his noble father, what did he say to him?Redheaded, poor, ugly.But it wasn't all his fault that he hadn't mentioned the blue eyes and the gold eyelashes and the smell of grass, and he wasn't prepared for it.

When they left the restaurant, Potter and the redhead walked side by side as a matter of course.The Gryffindor team was on the right of the Slytherins, with Weasley standing on the outermost side.In the plan, he was going to slam into his shoulder hard, and mock him coldly amidst the opponent's roar.So he came closer to him, one step, two steps, and saw his fiery head approaching Potter, a small smile on his lips.

He lost his interest in sarcasm.That's when he realized what he had in his hand tangled in his pocket, that boring picture he thought he had thrown away, which somehow appeared in his pocket, and he was clutching it.

The Slytherin team moved damn fast.He bumped into Weasley's shoulder, and slid the hot card into his pocket before he could react.He didn't look back, and he didn't hear any reprimand.

Lying on the bed in the dormitory, he thought it was just a thank you from Malfoy, who was still an annoying pure-blood traitor, and he didn't care about it.He seemed to understand the reason for his abnormality. His disgust for a pure-blood traitor made him unable to tolerate even a decent advantage in the other party, not to mention that he had humiliated him several times in front of the other party.

He vowed not to let the question distract him again.

☆、Chapter 10

[Having your last meal, Potter?When will you take the train back to the Muggles? 】

Harry didn't understand how anyone could be more annoying than Dudley.This was the man who had shown him affection on the train, and who had revealed his true colors so quickly.Now, the other's hostile gray eyes were staring at Ron's back with disgust.

[Don't pay attention to him. ] Ron wiped his mouth, his eyes still on his new package.It was the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall had given him to participate in the Quidditch match. Ron said that as long as he was allowed to ride for a while, he could do anything for him. Harry was thinking happily about this just now.

[There are two children following you, and your courage has returned? ] Harry glanced at the two big guys behind Malfoy.

【Harry, I said ignore him. ] Ron was obviously full. He had put down his spoon, but without looking back, he muttered to him in a low voice.

[I don't mind fighting with you alone. ] Malfoy raised the volume, almost half of the restaurant could hear it.Then his voice became lower, but more urgent: [Just tonight, in the prize showroom, wizards duel.I guess you don't know about wizard duels yet?It doesn't matter, I can ask the red-haired weasel next to you to teach you well. 】

[Harry knows.Wand only, no physical contact. ] Ron finally turned around, 【Harry can beat you in 1 minute.He was—he could, anyway. ] He refrained from saying [the youngest Seeker in a century], because it was still a secret, and Harry was relieved, but also felt that something was wrong.

[So you dare not come? ] Malfoy frowned, 【You don't forget that wizards need assistants in duels, right? 】

[Of course I am Harry's assistant, what about yours? 】

[Crabbe. ] Malfoy lowered his head and pursed his lips, and said to Ron.

[Then midnight. ] said Ron.

[What assistant? ] After Malfoy left, Harry asked a little nervously.

[That is, if you die, I will continue. 】Ron picked up another piece of cake, and looked calmly at Harry's pale face, 【Hey, only real wizard duels will kill people.The best you can do is shoot sparks at each other.But if you ask me, Harry, if you don't know as many spells as he does by then, just wink at me and I can grope over to him and punch him in the eye. 】

[Okay, thank you. 】Harry felt warm in his heart, and the other party patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, 【Let's go? 】

It wasn't until he followed his red-haired friend for a while that he finally realized what was wrong.This is his duel, but he doesn't seem to have agreed to it yet.

Ron hadn't seen Malfoy since that confrontation in Professor McGonagall's office, until today he reappeared triumphantly in the dining room.Frankly, it made him feel awkward, and he still hadn't forgotten the other person's unusual anger that day.

He didn't remember how to stop the spell, so it was best to plan the escape route early, Ron thought with some chagrin, but he dared not tell Harry.With all due respect, the black-haired friend's expression is already puzzled enough.

Halfway through, Fred and George dragged Harry away, saying that Wood had sent him to a training session.Ron was wandering in the moving stairwell alone, and unknowingly walked to the door of the prize showroom.

The door was never locked here, so Ron pushed the door open and walked in, nonchalantly sitting on the ground against the wall.It is less than seven o'clock in the evening, and it is still far away from midnight. The sky is not yet dark, and the red-purple sky is cut into regular diamond shapes by the window patterns.

He hung his head, feeling a little sleepy.The wand slipped out of his pocket, and he took it slowly in his hand, thinking of Professor Flitwick's teaching of "wave, flick".He muttered for a while, maybe it was a spell, maybe it was nothing...

When he opened his eyes again, let alone the sunset, he couldn't even see the window clearly.The prize showroom was pitch black, and he didn't even know what time it was.Ron rubbed his eyes and was about to sit up when there was a slight [squeak] sound from the door, which made him sit back on the ground in fright.

【Merlin!what is that? 】He heard a trembling voice, and soon, the man lit his wand.

[As far as I can guess, that is probably the door. ] Ron stood up and sneered angrily at the platinum hair who was holding the door tightly.

[Weasel. 】 Malfoy straightened his back.Ron eyed each other warily, worried about seeing the obvious sarcasm in his eyes, he didn't want to be seen as a coward who thought about retreating before fighting, although that was indeed what he came here for.

But he was wrong, there was nothing in those eyes, or maybe he was not sensitive enough.At this time, he realized that the other party's voice was very soft when he spoke a few seconds ago, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

[Malfoy. ] He also said softly.Ron didn't quite understand what was going on, it was true he hated Malfoy, and the eerie calm was tickling his spine, and he couldn't explain it.

【what are you doing here?Was Potter let go of the pigeons? 】

A certain flowing calm was gone, the subtle tingling beneath the skin was gone.Ron tightened the wand in his pocket: [This is none of your business.It's still early before midnight. 】

The other party glanced at him strangely, and raised one corner of his mouth: 【It's getting late, weasel.It's eleven o'clock at night. 】

He's been asleep for so long, Ron thought in surprise, noticing Malfoy closed the door softly.

Also, don't let Filch find them.Ron looked at Malfoy's back and suddenly remembered something.

[Where is your "Patron Saint"?You won't get cold feet, will you? ] He said sarcastically.

[…Shut up, weasel. ] The platinum-haired man paused, then turned his head and said viciously.There was a blush on his pale face, but his tone was not offensive, as if his [bad] strength had been taken away.

Yes.It seems that only when Harry is present, the other party will cheer them up, mock Harry's parents and his family background, and even call Hermione a mudblood, as if there is an animal that feeds on anger in its mouth .But when it's just the two of them...the other party is much gentler and more elusive.Ron couldn't tell, but he didn't like the feeling, like he wasn't worth the effort.

By the way, why did Malfoy come without Crabbe?Had he changed his mind and wanted to fight Harry alone?No, he believed it even more if it was a trick.

Ron shrugged exaggeratedly, and strode towards the door.

【Where are you going? ] The other party was lighting up the lights in the showroom, but he caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of the eye and asked loudly.

[You don't bring an assistant, it's against the rules.We can cancel the game. 】Ron frowned, but he was very happy to find a reason to cancel the match. He knew that Harry didn't want to compete either.

[Crabbe will be here in a moment. ] Malfoy stares him in the eye.Ron moved his body. The other party probably mistakenly thought that he was going to reach out to open the door and grabbed his wrist. The angry expression returned.He grinned, raising one eyebrow high: 【You don't want to run away, do you?Don't make excuses to cancel the game, you came alone like me, didn't you?Or... Potter is a coward and told you to throw in the towel? 】

[Don't talk nonsense! ] Ron tried to shake off his hand, but failed. The superior [sense of victory] revealed by the other party made him feel a familiar anger.

【Yeah? 】Malfoy curled his lips, showing the kind of expression he only had when he had a bad idea.He looked down at Ron's struggling hand, let him go suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his head: 【Dare you bet?Gamble on whether Potter will arrive by twelve o'clock. 】

Ron pursed his lips. He believed Harry would come, he was sure.

[How to bet? 】

The other party looked away casually: 【If he doesn't come, you... have to tell me what's in that package. 】

Ron raised his eyebrows mockingly. Sure enough, this was the other party's purpose, to find out Harry's secret?He won't give him this chance.

But he also didn't know what he wanted from the other party.Oh no, actually he did.During those boring times with Harry on the train, in the restaurant, in the dormitory, didn't they often imagine Malfoy embarrassing together?Like dancing to the Weird Sisters at the dinner table, or running laps around the playground in a Gryffindor tie?

He can say whatever he wants, but the fact is that he said: [If Harry comes, you have to tell me why you suddenly got angry that day. 】

The other party probably didn't expect him to mention this, and the gray-blue eyes flashed with astonishment and embarrassment.They all knew which day he was referring to, the broomstick, the Forbidden Forest and Professor McGonagall's office, that was the day.

Ron felt that a century had passed, until he began to regret, the platinum hair suddenly let go of his shoulders, and his voice seemed very cautious: [deal. ] He still stares at him, as if this decision is really difficult to make.

It's better if it's difficult, and it's best if he really makes things difficult for him.Ron sat down on the ground, turned his back, and stopped looking at the other person's platinum-blond hair.But he could see his shadow cast on the gray ground, and he didn't sit down or leave for a long time.

Ron regretted making this bet, it was meaningless, the other party and his mutual demands were meaningless, but they had to waste an hour waiting for it, this kind of silent solitude might drive him crazy.

He might as well have just gotten into a fight with me, Ron scratched his red hair angrily.How could it be like this?After all, none of them wanted such a result, did they?

☆、Chapter 11

This will definitely be the most difficult hour in his 11 years, waiting in line for the sorting hat has never made him more irritable.

Ron's fiery red hair had been messed up unconsciously by himself.Why isn't Harry here yet?Could it be that Malfoy played some tricks?He looked suspiciously at the boy opposite, but found that the other boy was also silently looking at him.

The candlelight in the trophy showroom was staggered by the night wind and almost extinguished, and the light in the room dimmed a few degrees.Ron tightened the magic robe on his body, regretting not bringing out the scarf.

A black shadow came over, Ron closed his eyes subconsciously, and a warm touch caressed his neck.

A silver and green scarf, Ron was already so cold that he almost stretched out his hand to wrap it around, but he came to his senses when he saw the eyes of the platinum hair who seemed to be smiling, and threw the scarf back into the opponent's arms, and said angrily: [What are you kidding, Malfoy? 】Before he saw Malfoy dancing in a restaurant wearing a gold and red tie, he would never be stained with green!

Surprisingly, Malfoy took back the scarf slowly, as if he had already guessed the result, just looking for an excuse to talk: 【I'm just worried, Harry Potter can come before you freeze to death, right? ] He raised his eyebrows and grinned.

【certainly. ] Ron muttered.After speaking, he immediately stood up and ran to Huo Huo, he was afraid that the other party would ask: [Then why didn't he come? ] In that beating tone.

The flames were indeed dying, and Ron wondered if Malfoy was reciting the Fire Curse from the book.He had never seen such dark colorful flames, and fragments of neon danced softly in the lamps.

[Wait, don't you know how to recite the flame curse? 】The people behind are approaching, and on the flickering wall, two shadows overlap.

【Hey! 】Ron complained in frustration, but didn't notice that the magical flame had softened his tone a lot, 【Of course I will. 】Damn it, is it Incendio or Intendio?

【Then please hurry up. ] A snort came from behind.Gritting his teeth, Ron aimed his wand at the lamp that was about to dim: [Incendio! 】

A small red spark jumped into the lamp like a frog on fire and was extinguished in an instant.

Ron's face turned red and white, and he regretted not listening to Hermione and reading his textbook carefully.

[Really well learned, Weasley. ] Malfoy began to be sarcastic as expected, and even put on a thoughtful tone on purpose: 【After all, this kind of fire is enough to set your house on fire, right? 】

[Stop being proud, you bastard! ] Ron turned angrily and grabbed Malfoy by the collar, 【I said you are not allowed to mention my house! 】

Everything seemed to be back on the familiar track, and Ron began to wonder what his chances of winning were if he fought the opponent.Perhaps it was because Harry broke his promise, at this moment his heart was sour, and even a little sarcasm from the other party made him feel aggrieved.He knew his eye sockets were burning.

The other party did not continue to speak provocatively, and the gray-blue eyeballs flicked from side to side coldly, as if they were probing for something.

The flames were finally overwhelmed and extinguished.In the last moment of light, what Ron saw was the eyes of the other party.