Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Seriously, Ron, you have to go talk to Lavender." On the morning of the Hufflepuff match, Harry, wearing a Quidditch amulet, said to Ron, "You have to go and talk to Lavender."

Just tell her if you want to break up with her."

"You can't let Lavender bother me like this anymore."

"Is she still bothering you?" Ron also wore a Quidditch amulet and chewed eggs and fried bacon in his mouth. "I thought she had given up long ago if I ignored her."

"Honestly Ron, don't you think what you did is a little bit... hmm?" Hermione was also eating breakfast next to her, thinking about her words, "A bit... scumbag?"

Because of today's Quidditch match, Hermione rarely sat with the group of young talents from Germany and discussed their scientific research plans during breakfast. Instead, she sat next to Harry and Ron and worked for them.

Cheer up for the Quidditch game.

"Seriously, Ron, if you don't like Lavender, I think you'd better tell her clearly as soon as possible, so as not to delay it for too long, and she'll give you a jar of love potion," Hermione said.

"Hermione is right." Harry agreed.

He was really tired of Lavender dragging him to talk about boring topics about me and me every day.

And nine times out of ten, the words are exactly the same.

"Ahem. Okay, okay. I, I, I will tell her clearly after the Quidditch match is over." Ron also said distressed and embarrassed, and then looked at Hermione with a slightly embarrassed look.

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"Well Hermione, I have a favor and it's up to you if you can."

"No." Before Ron could finish speaking, Hermione interrupted mercilessly, "Solve your own affairs by yourself, don't always think about using me as a shield."

"Please, Hermione, you must help me. You don't know how crazy Lavender is. If I break up with her directly, she will definitely give me a love potion!" Ron wailed.

"If she really gives you a love potion, I will definitely give you the antidote." Hermione said, "Besides, no matter how crazy she is, you brought it on yourself."

"Hey! She took the initiative to kiss me!" Ron defended dissatisfiedly, "What can you do for me in that situation?"

"You can calm down and think about it. Think about whether Lavender Brown is the girl you want to spend your life with."

"The initiative is in your hands, you can choose to refuse." Hermione finished the last bite of her breakfast, then lightly slapped her fork on the table, "Okay, I'm done eating, let's go to the Quidditch pitch to get a seat first.

Good location, come on you boys."

After saying that, Hermione picked up the book placed next to her and walked out of the auditorium hall without looking back.

"She's so heartless," Ron muttered.

"After all, this is your own trouble."

"Oh, yes, there's Maclawn too!" Harry said with another headache, "Ron, you must perform well for me this time!"

"What's wrong with McCloughan?" Ron asked in confusion, obviously he hadn't gotten over what happened with Lavender Brown just now.

"He didn't know where he heard the news that you were poisoned by the love potion, and then he started pestering me every day, saying that your brain was poisoned by the love potion, and he hoped that he could be the goalkeeper in this game."

"This Maclawn!" Ron slammed his fork on the dining table angrily, "How disgusting! How could he say that! Harry, you must kick him off the Quidditch team."

"He didn't make any mistakes." Harry said, "Even if I am the captain, I don't have the power to expel a substitute who made no mistakes, so I hope you will perform well this time and let MacLean stop bothering me."

"Of course, good brother." Ron said confidently.

Apparently he already knew that the "Follin's reagent" that Harry dropped into his cup last time was just juice.

"And settle Lavender's matter quickly!" Harry said, "You have no idea how annoying they two are lately!"

"Oh, okay, okay, I, I will take care of it after we finish Quidditch." Ron said weakly, becoming listless again in an instant.

"You must remember!" Harry unconsciously put on the expression of Hermione, and said to Ron in a somewhat frantic manner, "If you don't solve it, I won't guarantee that I will be seriously bombarded by Lavender's chattering.

'I accidentally considered Macloughan's suggestion, give him your goalie!"

"I know, I know, I will definitely tell Lavender Brown!" Ron also put down his knife and fork. He rarely left half of the fried eggs on his plate, and even the milk in the cup.

Before he could drink, he said, "Let's go, let's go, it's time for us to play."

"You must remember!" Harry solemnly instructed after standing up.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know." Ron hurriedly pushed Harry toward the Quidditch pitch, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.