Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Romilda!" Ron said in a gentle voice that made people get goosebumps all over. As he spoke, his face seemed to be illuminated by a ray of holy sunshine.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for nearly a minute, and then Harry asked angrily -

"This...is a joke, right? You're kidding!"

"I think...Harry...I think I love her!" Ron said in a strange and firm voice.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Harry walked up to Ron and looked at his glass bead-like eyes and pale face and said, "Okay, now you can say it honestly again."

"I love her!" Ron gasped, "Don't you see her hair, it's dark and shiny and smooth... Her eyes, her big, dark eyes,

besides--"

"This is really ridiculous!" Harry interrupted immediately, "But the joke is over. Okay, please stop now and let's go have breakfast together."

Harry turned to leave, but he had only taken two steps toward the door when he felt something hit his right ear.

Harry looked around staggeringly. Ron's fist had just been retracted, his face was twisted with anger, and it looked like he was about to hit him again.

Harry instinctively took out his wand from his pocket and shouted a spell without much thought: "The Upside Down Curse!"

Ron was hanging upside down by his heels; his robes hung down and swayed helplessly.

"What are you doing?" Harry shouted angrily.

"You insulted her, you said it was a joke!" Ron yelled, and when most of the blood rushed to his head, his face slowly turned purple.

"That's so stupid. What's going on?" Harry felt confused.

Only then did he notice the open chocolate box on Ron's bed, and the postmark on it caught his attention.

"Where did you get those chocolate frogs?" Harry asked.

"This is a birthday present! This is my birthday present!" Ron shouted at Harry, who struggled to twist and spin slowly in mid-air to get free, "I'll let you eat a piece too,

remember?"

"You picked it up off the floor, right?" Harry asked.

"They fell off my bed, didn't they? Let me get off!" Ron yelled, looking furious.

"They fell out of your bed, you fool, don't you understand? They're mine, they fell out of my bed, Romilda gave them to me before Christmas, and they're all filled with love potions.

!" Harry said angrily and funny.

But it looked like there was only one word left in Ron's mind.

"Romilda?" he repeated in a murmur, "You mean Romilda? Harry, do you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

Harry stared at Ron who was hanging upside down and swinging. Ron's face had a kind of terrible hope and a smile full of expectation.

A part of him, near his slightly painful right ear, was in favor of putting Ron down and watching him go crazy until the effect of the potion wore off... But the other part, they were friends, and Ron couldn't be alone

Staying in his time of trouble, perhaps he could have withstood another shock, if he could agree with Ron's open confession of his undying love for Romilda.

"Oh...Okay, I will introduce her to you. Can I put you down now?" Harry said helplessly.

Harry let Ron fall back to the floor. Harry rubbed his ears that had just been knocked down, but Ron just jumped on his feet and laughed.

"She should be in Slughorn's office..." Harry said with a confident tone, preparing to lead Ron towards the door.

"Why is she there?" Ron said worriedly, and then hurriedly followed.

"Oh, um...she...she's not very good at Potions, she has extra Potions..." Harry started to imagine and made up.

"Maybe I can ask Horace to let me take these classes with her!" Ron said enthusiastically and unexpectedly.

"Oh...good, good idea!" Harry praised against his will.

But soon, Harry encountered a factor that he didn't expect at all -

Lavender was waiting at the entrance to the portrait hole.

"Ronnie! Oh! Ronnie!" She pouted and said naively, "I want to give you a birthday gift. Guess-"

"Go away! Ugly bitch, please leave me alone." Ron said impatiently, "Harry is about to introduce me to Romilda."

Then Ron didn't say anything more. He hurriedly followed Harry out of the portrait hole.

Harry tried hard to express a little apology to Lavender, but soon, Harry changed his mind and thought that maybe it would be easier and more pleasant to turn around and leave, because Harry saw Lavender's already bulging face with his peripheral vision.

Now it has become more rounded, looking like a puffed-up toad or a frog with puffed-up cheeks.

Harry was a little unhappy. He thought Slug might be at breakfast, but he still knocked on the door of Slug's office. Slug was wearing green velvet pajamas and a nightcap. He looked bleary-eyed and didn't sleep.

Wake up.

"Ah...Harry..." he murmured, "It's too early...I usually sleep in for a while on Saturday..."

"Oh, Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you..." Harry said as calmly as possible, but at this moment Ron stood on his toes and tried to look past Slug into his room, "But

My friend Ron took the love potion by mistake. Can you detoxify him? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, but we can't say it's the gadgets from Weasley's Wizarding Shop.

You know... stupid question..."

"I assume you're going to come over and try to cure him, Harry, a master of potions like yourself, aren't you?" Slug asked.

"Hmm..." Harry thought, he looked a little distracted but Ron was elbowing him in the ribs trying to break into Horace Slughorn's office.

"That's right, sir... I've never taken a love potion before, sir, and I can't do it this time when Ron looks serious..." Harry said, "I

What I mean is... I don't want to risk my good friend's brain... After all, there have been cases in Hogwarts before where people took love potions and drank their brains to death...

.So I think this matter should be done by a more experienced veteran, what do you think?"

Ron chose this moment to start chanting very effectively, "I can't see her, Harry, are you hiding Romilda?"

"Is this medicine still effective?" asked Horace Slughorn. He looked at Ron with a very professional eye. "The medicine looks very effective."