Hogwarts Homecoming

Autumn is gradually disappearing and winter is approaching.

At the end of October, a damp and cold air filled the grounds and penetrated into the castle along with the biting wind.

During this season, the castle was full of staff and students with colds, making the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, very busy and had no time to spare.

But her pick-me-up potion does have an immediate effect, meaning that people who drink it will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.

After Ron got up, he immediately felt that something was not right with him. His head was dizzy and his nose was severely clogged with mucus.

"Damn--"

He sniffed hard, but it did not relieve the feeling of closed air in the nasal cavity. Instead, the backflow of mucus made the tip of his nose sore, and tears immediately came out.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

Before going to bed last night, everything was fine.

The cold wind howled in the empty dormitory. Ron looked around and found that the window in front of Harry's desk was half open, and he rolled his eyes immediately.

The culprit of his cold was found.

It seems that I have to go to the school hospital later.

This extra item on the schedule gave Ron a sense of urgency. He didn't have nothing to do today.

Wrapped in blankets and getting out of bed directly, Ron braved the cold wind to close the window. Then, he fished out his suitcase from under the bed and rummaged through it, finding the sweater his mother knitted for him last Christmas.

This sweater is already a bit too small. Regardless, Christmas is approaching again. If nothing else happens, he will receive a new one.

However, this is not certain.

I heard from Ginny that at the beginning of this semester, the ministry gave officials a salary increase, and after he went to the Supervision Department as a deputy, his father's salary more than doubled.

My family's financial situation is not much better than in previous years. Maybe this year, I can look forward to some Christmas gifts from my parents.

This should be the "virtuous government" brought about by Minister Bones after he came to power. Of course, Professor Bryan played a crucial role in this series of prosperous changes.

Ron was thinking about these thoughts while dressing and washing.

Before opening the door and walking out of the dormitory, Ron suddenly remembered something and hurried back, carrying his schoolbag.

"Hey, little devils, what are you doing!"

As soon as he stepped into the common room, Ron was startled by the screams of ghosts and wolves.

Taking a closer look, what flashed out of his sight just now was actually a Wolf-fang flying saucer!

And this flying saucer is now stuck on the old chest of drawers in the lounge, turning the saw teeth, sending sawdust from the cabinet flying, and several drawers of the chest of drawers are opening and closing like crazy, as if they are wailing.

Ron stepped forward quickly, pulled the flying saucer down, turned around, and frowned at the second-year boys.

"Is it too much?"

These little guys were too frightened to say a word, and the little guys in the lounge who were watching them play flying saucer with great interest all shrank their heads.

It was as if an adult lion had intruded into the place where the cubs were playing, and the noisy common room immediately fell into silence.

"I'm sorry, Prefect Weasley-"

A boy, probably the owner of the Wolf Fang UFO that Ron had confiscated, looked at Ron pitifully.

"uh-huh?"

Ron turned up his nose.

"I promise there won't be a next time--"

The second grade boy said,

"So. That Wolf Fang UFO——"

"Confiscated--"

Ron said it simply and in a non-negotiable tone. He stuffed the Wolf Fang UFO into his schoolbag in front of these young wizards.

"This is contraband. I will give it to Filch and you guys later-"

Ron nodded at the little boy who had just participated in the play.

"Find a way to restore this place to its original state."

The young wizards were relieved when they heard that Ron had no intention of bringing this matter to Professor McGonagall.

If Professor McGonagall found out, he would have to be detained for at least a week.

They watched in awe as Ron walked towards a sofa in front of the fireplace, smiling all the while looking at the senior girl, Prefect Weasley.

But halfway through, Ron suddenly turned back. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy suspiciously.

"Speaking of which, how did you get this thing into school?"

Ever since Hermione was attacked in Hogsmeade and Professor Blaine took control of school security, it has not been that simple to get these contraband into the school.

All belongings will be checked before they enter the school.

Even items mailed to the school through owls are first collected by Filch and then inspected by Professor Brain to confirm that they are not dangerous before being handed over to the owner of the mail.

Not even the school staff can avoid this procedure.

How could a mere second-year wizard get the ability to bring the Wolf Fang UFO into the school?

Unless, this little guy knows the secret passage leading outside the school?

The expressions of several second-grade boys immediately became unnatural. Their eyes flickered, and they did not dare to look directly at Ron's majestic glare.

"Oh, it seems--"

Ron didn't show any interest in him, he just glanced at the little boys casually.

"You would rather let Professor McGonagall interrogate you. Let me think about it, what would Professor McGonagall do?

Of course, there is nothing terrible about deducting points and confinement, but if she writes a letter to your parents in person, or--"

Ron lowered his voice, with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"She proposed to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine that they should be expelled."

After all, he is a little guy with little experience and cannot stand being scared.

The owner of the Wolf Fang UFO, a little boy with a few red pimples on his face, immediately became scared.

"I would say, Prefect Weasley-"

He looked at the classmates in the lounge who had their ears pricked up, and murmured,

"But only to you."

Ron raised his eyebrows, and finally leaned forward and listened.

"These little guys!"

Under the awed gazes of everyone, Ron left the common room and the moment the portrait of the Fat Lady fell down, the pretentious majesty on his face turned into a joyful expression.

"Talk to me, Ronnie!"

Lavender held Ron's arm, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

"How did those kids get that stuff into school?"

"They invaded Filch's office!"

Ron couldn't hide his surprise,

"That little boy named Chazelle said all it took was an 'Alaho hole' to open Filch's office.

Oh, but that's not the point. I always thought that only Fred and George had the guts to do this! "

Lavender chuckled;

"We're Gryffindor, aren't we?"

"You're right--"

Ron also grinned, showing the smile of a Gryffindor heir.

"So I let these little guys go."

Lavender laughed even harder, and she even leaned forward and kissed Ron on the cheek.

Ron accepted it calmly without any unnatural expression.

Ron was quite uncomfortable with this kind of intimate action at the beginning, but now he enjoys it more and more.

Lavender always expresses her love and admiration for herself unabashedly. This feeling cannot be felt from anyone else.

"Honey--"

Seemingly noticing that Ron had some runny nose, Lavender asked with concern,

"I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a pick-me-up."

"Oh, I'll be there today--"

Ron moved his schoolbag up and quickened his pace.

"But I have to rush to the Great Hall now. I hope to see Malfoy and Parkinson there. This is the task assigned to me by Harry and Hermione. This is very important. I can't make mistakes!"

Of course, Ron had no intention of giving up his friendship with Harry and Hermione because of Lavender. (End of chapter)