harry potter book of crimes

Ron has rarely taken the initiative to come to the library. Perhaps it was because of this that Troyer often stayed in the library to minimize the possibility of bumping into Ron accidentally.

However, the fact that he rarely comes does not mean that he will never come in this life. As long as the two of them are still studying at Hogwarts, they will meet sooner or later.

No, Troyer had just passed by the bookshelf aisle, and Ron caught his eye before he even noticed him.

"wait--"

Troyer, who didn't know what was going on, suddenly felt a tightening on his wrist, and then he was grabbed. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly took two steps aside and grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.

The palm of his hand looked extremely panicked.

"No...let go...me."

Troyer was too thin and had no strength since he was a child, so how could he possibly break free. What's more, Ron had no intention of letting go since he subconsciously grabbed hold of him.

"Troyer? Troyer...it's me, Ron Weasley!"

Ron himself didn't know what kind of mood he was in right now. To be precise, his head was a mess right now.

What about considering the other person's point of view, what about thinking about others, what about the importance of reason - at this time, he had no room to think about the problem at all.

After all, the situation he is encountering now cannot be solved with reason!

"Troye, calm down...listen to me!" Ron grabbed the slender arm firmly and tried to calm himself down, "Look, I think we need to talk, what do you think?

?”

"No, please let me go..."

Troyer's struggle seemed to be smaller, but he still did not stop withdrawing his arm.

"I know...it's you, Mr. Weasley..."

Perhaps because he has rarely communicated with others since he was a child, his voice is very low and intermittent, and his words are quite fragmented.

But you have to know that this is the result of his very hard work. If it wasn't Ron who grabbed his wrist at this moment, only his family could make him take the initiative to speak.

"...But, I'm sorry...we still don't...don't talk about it."

Seeing the timid look on his face as he tried his best to hide it, coupled with the fact that he was wearing a female wizard's robe with a skirt, Ron's feeling of awkwardness became stronger and stronger.

But even so, Ron knew that he had to seize this opportunity.

In fact, he alone reached out his hand on impulse. If he did it again, even if he still had the chance to grab this thin arm, he might not be able to convince himself of the entanglement in his heart.

"You have to tell me... why?"

Ron breathed repeatedly, his mouth and nose filled with air that smelled of ink and parchment, as if this smell could help him suppress the embarrassment as much as possible.

"I already know everything about you... Yes, I know everything. Thank you for liking my "Witcher's Guide to Chess"... So, why can't we sit down and talk? We have to... uh,

Tell something clearly."

Hearing Ron mention the wizard war chess, Troyer finally stopped trying to open his palm. However, he saw his thin lips pursed slightly, and then he lowered his left hand and stood there motionless.

.

Only his face is still turned to the other side, and he doesn't dare to turn his head and take even a look.

Yes, the distance between the two of them, which is only an arm's length away, is really too close to Troyer!

At the same time, Ron on the other side didn't know where to start after seeing him become silent.

After about ten seconds, Troyer's mouth suddenly moved slightly.

"...Can you please...let me go? I won't run away..."

"oh!"

After being reminded like this, Ron suddenly retracted his hand that was still holding the opponent's wrist, as if he had woken up from a dream.

"Uh... I'm sorry! Then... why don't we go sit over there for a while?"

Ron said, pointing to the small reading table located deeper in the library area. The light there is not very good, and it cannot accommodate too many people, so generally not many students go there to read and do homework.

Of course, sometimes when you need to read some higher-level magic books, you have to go there and read them alone. Because there are many books in the Hogwarts library that can easily affect others.

Or Magic Notes.

When Ron was leading the way there, he would look back from time to time to ensure that Troyer would slip away again if he regretted his words.

Fortunately, it seems that this time the other party finally has no thoughts of escaping - well, at least it doesn't seem like it yet.

"Please take a seat!"

Ron first helped Troyer pull out a chair, then walked to the opposite side of the small table and sat down.

When Troyer also moved to the armchair, he continued:

"You heard it just now - yes, I have heard a lot about you. To be honest, I don't have the same experience as you, so it may be difficult to understand your thoughts... But..."

When he wanted to say something, Ron was gradually troubled by his vocabulary, to the point where he could not express himself properly.

However, at the moment when he was at a loss for words, Troyer's hands suddenly clenched.

"Stop talking..." He said calmly, "I understand, I understand... I know that my 'state' is unreasonable. I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley... You are right,

Forget all this! You should...enjoy a better life and embrace real girls...not like me..."

Having said this, Troyer suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Ron's face for the first time.

"I can feel your kindness, but you are afraid of hurting me. But, really... you don't have to force yourself to understand my thoughts, you just need to stand up, walk away... and live your own life.

"

Troyer pursed his dry lips again, and his eyes looked a little moist.

"Mr. Weasley, as long as you live a happy life, I will be... fine."

After finishing these words, he seemed to realize what he was saying and hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands.

Ron listened blankly to Troyer's heartfelt words, and suddenly felt a deeper sense of guilt in his heart. He opened his mouth several times, but still couldn't say a word.

Such a sincere "rejection" would make it difficult for anyone not to be moved.

To be honest, at that moment, there was only one sentence left in Ron's mind - how great it would be if he was indeed a girl!

As he gets older, Ron understands more and more that it is really difficult to find a girl who loves him wholeheartedly.

However, he is a man.

Taking a deep breath, Ron forced out a slightly stiff smile.

"No, this... how do you say this?" He hesitated, "This state is indeed 'unreasonable', but it cannot be said to be wrong... Someone once said something, he said, 'This

There are always contradictions in the world, so whatever exists can be reasonable."

Of course it was Maka who said this, after all, he himself is a completely "unreasonable" existence.

Unexpectedly, after Troyer heard what he said, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"So -" he was surprised and delighted, and suddenly grabbed Ron's hand on the table, "Mr. Weasley, are you really willing to accept me? I am... not...

Dreaming?"

"Oh, this..."

When Ron grabbed his hand like this, his upper body shrank back suddenly, but he didn't dare to move his hands at all.

"No, no... Oh, I mean, maybe I... or do I prefer... girls?"

He didn't know why he ended with a questioning tone, but he knew that he should express his feelings in such a gentle way.

It's great to feel like you should be clear about it, but you're worried that one of you might accidentally over-stimulate the other person... Oh no, it's terrible!

Ron began to feel that he could not go on like this, otherwise, sooner or later, he would become strange.

"Ahem——"

He coughed dryly, and then carefully pulled his hands out from under the other's hands. The real feeling of skin friction made the ears of both people turn red at the same time.

"He's a man... He's a man..." Ron repeated this several times in his heart before forcing himself to erase the delicate feeling from his mind.

"I'm sorry," he waved away the remaining warmth on the back of his hand with gestures, "what I just said may have caused you a little misunderstanding...Actually, what I want to say is that you should be brave.

, this way I will definitely be able to find a better...er, 'boyfriend' than me."

"Don't think this is a bad mentality, be confident! I believe you will be fine!"

"But...well, I do only like girls. So we can be friends - good friends, we can play wizard war chess together...but I'm sorry, I can't be your um

...your boyfriend?"

Ron only felt that the effort it took him to say the last word was more strenuous than he had to write a whole week's paper on the history of magic.

But fortunately, he finally said it.

However, Ron did not expect that just when he saw a glimmer of hope for "liberation" on Troyer's face, a nightmarish voice passed by his ears particularly loudly.

"You are...oh! Are you finally going to be together?"

Ron slowly turned his head with a dull expression and blinked at the man who walked behind him.

"Harry, why haven't you been stabbed to death by that broken sword?" (To be continued)