A Magical Hogwarts

The so-called long-term bed...with a dutiful son.

Ron went down such a road of no return.

He committed crimes for half a year. During his time as a groundhog, he was also **** by Harry in various ways, and finally was almost sent to Azkaban by Peter...

Fortunately, after all the hardships, he, who had the lowest status in the family, became the most favored child.

At the beginning, Ron was really depressed. He got on the phone on time every day, and followed the uncles and aunts at the door to make things right:

Born to be a witch, I'm sorry!

But after being taken care of for a long time, Ron was a little floating.

The old mother provided a good meal, and did not bring any heavy samples; Percy left her new job and came to help make up the class; the twins took turns talking **** and delivering all kinds of prank products; Ginny was selling cuteness in the ward just to amuse him...

The whole family circled around him. It's been such a long time, and of course Ron has drifted away.

He's so fluffy!

So, relying on the thickness of his shoes not to pierce his feet, he began to die in various ways.

Not to mention the inexplicably bad temper, the demands are getting more and more excessive. All day long, arrogant, want this and that.

Those who didn't know thought he was the head of the Weasley family.

(Mrs. Weasley: I'm not dead yet!)

According to Mrs. Weasley's previous violent temper, she took the magic rolling pin and hung Ron up and beat him.

Where can he be clamoring every day, the food is not in the taste... This kind of bullshit!

She is forbearing, everyone is forbearing... Waiting for Ron to recover before he can settle accounts in the fall.

Some accounts, the longer the delay, the higher the interest.

Pigs are fattened, and they are happy to kill!

But Charlie couldn't bear it any longer. After delivering meals a few times, he was already full of anger.

Today, Ron asked him for a birthday present, and a mouth is Firebolt!

Charlie is so hot!

He has the money for the hammer to buy Firebolts? Why don't you want a rocket.

William and Hermione stayed at the door for a while before finally entering.

Because Charlie has already treated Ron as a Slytherin player... a good-faith 'foul' on him!

Charlie raised his hand and aimed at Ron's head, an iron elbow of love, and then another chasing foot.

Ron suddenly felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage, and his health was only 10,000 points.

When the two rushed in, Charlie had already pulled Ron, and came up with an inverse cross on his wrist.

Ready to blow his head off.

William quickly grabbed Charlie and rescued Ron.

I don't know if he was frightened by Charlie or if he saw William and Hermione, Ron calmed down and his attitude became a little better.

"Aren't you two in Italy?" Ron rubbed his neck and asked hastily.

"That dragon really ruined Venice?"

These days, he has been reading newspapers, but there are only some pictures of Venice in the newspapers.

How can there be two parties, William and Hermione, who know clearly.

William glanced at Ron and said softly, "Really."

I haven't seen him for a while, and he's a full circle fatter than before. Clothes that didn't fit well before, are now smaller.

Ron asked in awe, "You killed another dragon?"

"Almost." William said vaguely.

"But what I don't understand is, is it any different from the dragon named Noble killed by France last year?"

With a keyboard warrior, Ron pointed to Jiangshan's tone and said:

"I mean, how can it destroy Venice, and the Italian Aurors won't stop it?

I remember Charlie saying that with a dozen or so wizards, they can control a fire dragon.

Is the Italian Ministry of Magic so weak? "

"Ron, that's not an ordinary dragon. An ordinary dragon is only a dozen meters long. According to reports, that dragon is 100 meters long!" Charlie explained patiently.

"Besides, we all give fire dragons strong sleeping pills, so it's easy to control."

"But William and Hermione can stop it," Ron muttered softly. "Not too great."

Hermione's eyebrows were raised slightly, but she held back her words.

"Why didn't they give White Dragon sleeping pills?" Ron asked again.

All three of William looked at him with foolish eyes.

"What's the matter, am I wrong?" said Ron impatiently.

But no one pays him any attention, and William and Charlie talk about Romania.

Ron's bad temper came up again. He kicked the leg of the chair and interrupted the two of them:

"What kind of dragon is that, so big?"

He said in the tone of a dragon expert:

"I'm guessing it's Ukrainian iron belly? I heard it's the biggest fire dragon...or it's the Hungarian Horntail."

"I've said it just now, an ordinary dragon is only a dozen meters long." Charlie said angrily:

"That white dragon, as long as white rice, doesn't belong to these dragon species."

Before Ron was too young, Charlie didn't feel anything. After a few years of absence, he suddenly came home and found out:

Their family is very smart, how come to Ron's place, it seems a little...heartless?

"So, you don't actually know what a dragon is, do you?" said Ron sarcastically.

At this moment, Charlie really wanted to take out the Muggle ak47 and give Ron a shuttle.

Make him feel: why the gun thing... is better than a wand!

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. After the door was opened, it was the former female medic.

"Mr. Stark, there is only one bottle left of the tranquilizer."

The witch said apologetically, "If you want to keep using it..."

"I'll take care of the rest." William thought for a moment.

"That's great." The witch nodded.

"This is Miss Jorkins' hospital fee and the cost of the therapist's expert consultation, totaling 5,000 Galleons."

William took the bill, just glanced casually, and handed it to Hermione,

"Go to Gringotts vault 12138 to withdraw money, and I will greet the goblins." He said indifferently.

"Okay." The female medic left quickly.

The wizarding world is as real as the Muggle world, and no money will certainly not give you treatment.

Injuries like the Unforgivable Curse still require expert consultation. The best potion is used, and the price is even more expensive.

Ron's medical bills were contracted by Hogwarts. How else could he live here for a few months?

He can't afford the high medical bills even if he sells it.

"Five thousand Galleons?" Ron was stunned. After saving for several years, he secretly saved a little Galleon.

The money was in school, and he was going to buy some expensive gifts at the Quidditch World Cup.

When leaving in a hurry, the money should still be hidden under the bed. Ron was confident that no one found out.

"Who is sick?" he asked curiously.

"A friend was injured," William said vaguely.

Ron sighed enviously:

"Five thousand Galleons... What friend, so generous, you two don't take Galleons as money."

"Ron, it's not about the money." Hermione frowned, looking away from the bill to him.

She didn't like wasting money. For example, when William wanted to gamble on football, she opposed it... But Hermione was definitely not someone who didn't want to spend money.

It's about family education. Hermione's father is a dentist, and the family is also a middle-class family, and there is no shortage of money at all.

"Yeah, I heard that you two have 20,000 Galleons for the Italian First Class Order of Magic alone." Ron said sourly.

"Naturally I don't care about these five thousand Galleons."

Hermione didn't speak, just raised her eyebrows.

"George and Fred are much more stingy than you guys." Ron seemed to mutter to himself.

He complained: "They both have so many house-elves. I only need one to take care of me and give me a meal, but they won't... I'm still their own brother..."

"Those house-elves are not your slaves, Ron, they are our employees!" Hermione said angrily.

"Employees? Everyone knows that house-elves don't want wages." Ron sneered suddenly.

"We'll pay!" She stood up suddenly, glaring at Ron. "I repeat, they are not slaves."

"Wages . . . hum, Hermione—you listen too," Ron exclaimed. "They, like, that. They like to be slaves to other people!"

"Then go find a house-elf who wants to be your slave." Hermione stared at him indifferently.

"No one's stopping you. But don't get your head around the house-elves in our store.

Don't even think about letting them serve you for free. "

Ron blushed immediately.

Hermione said mercilessly: "That's what we paid for, we can do whatever we want, it has nothing to do with you.

Also, I will improve the living environment of the house-elves, no matter what you say!

William will help me too! It's fine if you don't help, but please don't be cynical!

Because, it didn't cost you a nut! "

Hermione raised the bill in her hand, she said sharply:

"Also, the Italian Ministry of Magic gave 20,000 Galleons... I know you're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Ron blushed to the back of his ears, and he stammered, "What am I jealous of?"

"Of course you're jealous," Hermione sneered, "'William can stop it with Hermione, it's not too powerful'.

Isn't that what you said? "

"You think... if it were you, in my place, I could do what we did.

But you don't know anything!

We are wanted by the Italian Ministry of Magic and risk our lives in search of the truth.

The danger in the middle is not what you who are lying in the hospital can imagine!

You want those Galleons, go get them! Me and William, don't care about the money at all!

The two of us would rather exchange ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in a safe room and let you face the white dragon! "

Ron's lips trembled, but he was speechless. He was a little embarrassed to be exposed nakedly.

"Come on, William, we're going to see the Longbottoms too." Hermione tilted her head. "Don't waste your time here!"

William stood up, and the girl immediately put his arm around him and pulled him towards the outside.

Cha ideally thought about it, and in order to prevent himself from beating up Ron again, he also walked out.

The room fell silent again, with only Ron sitting there uncertainly.

He kicked the lunch box to the ground.

But suddenly I remembered that I hadn't eaten my lunch yet.

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