Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Romilda!" said Ron in a voice that gave goosebumps tenderness, his face lit up by a ray of holy sunshine as he spoke.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for nearly a minute before Harry asked angrily——

"It's a joke, right? You're kidding!"

"I think. Harry, I think I love her!" said Ron in a strange but determined voice.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Harry walked up to Ron and looked at his glassy eyes and pale face and said, "Okay, now you can be honest again"

"I love her!" gasped Ron. "Didn't you see her hair, it was black and shiny and smooth. Her eyes, her big black eyes, and—"

"This is really ridiculous!" Harry interrupted immediately, "but the joke is over, well, please stop now, and let's go to breakfast."

Harry turned to leave, but he had only taken two steps towards the door when something hit him in the right ear.

Harry looked around staggeringly, Ron's fist had just been retracted, his face was contorted with anger, and it looked like he was about to punch again.

Instinctively, Harry took out his wand from his pocket and shouted a spell without thinking: "Turning Curse!"

Ron was hung upside down with his heels twisted together; his robes hung down and swayed helplessly.

"What are you doing?" Harry yelled angrily.

"You insulted her, you said it was a joke!" Ron yelled, his face slowly turning a sauce-purple as most of the blood rushed to his head.

"It's so stupid, what's going on?" Harry just felt inexplicable

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.

"It's a birthday present! It's my birthday!" Ron yelled at Harry, writhing and spinning slowly in mid-air to gain freedom, "I'll let you eat a piece too, remember?"

"You picked it up off the floor, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"They fell off my bed, didn't they? Get me down!" Ron yelled, looking utterly distraught.

"Didn't they fall out of your bed, fool, don't you understand? They're mine, they fell out of my bed, Romilda gave them to me before Christmas, and they've been put with a love potion !” Harry said angrily and amusedly.

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

"Romilda?" he repeated, murmuring. "You mean Romilda? Harry, do you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

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

The part of him near his slightly aching right ear was quite in favor of putting Ron down, and watching him go berserk until the effects of the potion wore off. But the other part, they were friends, and Ron couldn't be left alone when he had When times were hard, maybe he'd take another hit if he could go along with Ron's open and undying love for Romilda.

"Oh well, I'll introduce her to you, may I put you down now?" Harry said helplessly.

Harry let Ron fall back to the floor, and Harry rubbed his ear that had just been knocked over, but Ron just hopped on his feet and laughed.

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

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

"Oh, um her. She wasn't very good at Potions, she had extra Potions," Harry imagined and made up.

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

"Oh yes, great idea!" Harry praised against his will.

But soon, Harry hit a factor that he hadn't foreseen at all——

Lavender was waiting by the portrait hole.

"Ronnie! Oh! Ronnie!" She pouted and said naively, "I'm going to give you a birthday present, and guess what—"

"Go away! Ugly woman left me alone." Ron said impatiently immediately, "Harry was 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 thought about it, maybe it would be easier and more pleasant to turn around and walk away, because Harry saw Lavender's puffy face from the corner of his eye Now it has become more rounded, and it looks like a puffed toad, or a frog with puffed cheeks.

Harry was a little glum. He figured Slugger might be at breakfast, but he knocked on the door of Slugger's office anyway. Slugger was wearing green velvet pajamas and nightcap. He looked sleepy and sleepy. Waking up.

"Ah Harry," he murmured, "it's too early... I usually sleep in on Saturdays..."

"Oh, Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry said as calmly as possible, but at this moment Ron was on tiptoe, trying to look over Slugger into his room, "but my friend Ron was wrong." With the love potion, you can detox him, can't you? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, but we can't say it's a Weasley's Weasleys bauble, you know... stupid question ..."

"I suppose you're going to come over and try to cure him, Harry, a potion expert like you, aren't you?" Slugger asked.

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

"Well, sir, I've never taken a love potion, sir, and I can't do it this time when Ron looks serious," Harry said, "I mean I don't want to risk my best friend's brain .After all, Hogwarts used to take a love potion and ended up drinking their brains. So I think this matter should be done by a more experienced veteran, what do you think?"

Ron's choice of this time to start moaning was very effective, "I can't see her, Harry, are you hiding Romilda?"

"Is the medicine still effective?" Horace Slughorn asked, looking at Ron with a very professional look. "The medicine still looks very effective."