HP Magic Biography

Harry yawned immediately.

This is really too much, what is this, in the case of trying to escape, forcibly Amway a wave of dog food?

He didn't expect to hear this. They are friends, but if Ron starts to change his name to Lavender "LaVin-LaVin" he will have to resolutely oppose it.

what is this?

Give your friends a crit?

Harry thought he had a strong heart. After all, Fanlin and Hermione continued to feed them dog food for several years. Then Harry felt that he was able to do nothing about this kind of thing, but first here I am?

After getting used to Fanlin, change to Ron?

With his little "Lavin"?

? ? ?

Harry felt a little suffocated in his chest, and he still had something Maipi wanted to tell Ron.

Harry glanced at Fanlin a little bitterly, which made Fanlin feel that something was wrong.

Hmm... Maybe, anyway, for Ron and Lavender, Fanlin wanted to get them together early in the morning, but now, the result is not very good anyway, although it is not for Harry friendly.

That was also the pot of Harry's inconsistency.

Originally, Harry had many opportunities to stand here and give Ron a crit, but there were too many people dangling, and finally Harry's goal fell on the original Ginny.

Oh, Ginny has been in pain for several years, and then the two of them are like the most **** plot show. Did they miss it perfectly?

"Why don't you eat breakfast because of this?" Fanlin asked with a smile, trying to make the conversation normal.

"I don't think she knows mine exists." Ron said desperately.

"Of course she knew you existed, and she kissed you." Harry said impatiently, Lavender gnawed with Ron all day, and even other...this or that...

Harry didn't want to repeat it a little bit. If Ron was saying such stupid things, wouldn't Harry mind having a close and close hand-to-hand fight with Ron?

Feel the power of philosophy...

Ron blinked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?" Fanlin felt a little confused, Ron behaved unnaturally. He should have seen Lavender in any form, and concentrated on Harry here?

I have to admit that Ron played very similar, but not fun at all.

"Romedal," Ron said very softly, his face seemed to be illuminated by a ray of pure sunlight as he spoke, like a clear sky peeling off clouds, Ron's whole person was a little floating. It was like returning to the embrace of the goddess.

The three people stared for nearly a minute, and the atmosphere solidified a little strangely. To be more precise, the smiles on Fanlin and Harry's faces disappeared. As for Ron, Ron now smiles like a neighbor's stupid son.

Harry said dullly, "This is a joke, isn't it? You are kidding!"

Yes, it must be a joke, Harry thinks Ron is now a...

"I think... friends. I think I love her," Ron said in a strange voice.

"Do you love her? Romedal?" Fanlin was a little weird, he seemed to have heard of the name.

"Okay," Harry said as he walked over to Ron, looking at his glass-paneled eyes and pale face, "Okay... Now say it honestly."

"I love her," Ron breathed. "Did you not see her head, it's dark, bright and smooth...her eyes, her **** eyes, and—"

"This is really ridiculous," Harry said immediately, shaking his head. "But, the joke is over, right?"

In fact, Harry was a little angry, the joke was not funny at all.

Harry immediately turned to leave; after only two steps towards the door, he felt something knocking over his right ear. Looking around, Ron's fist had just been retracted, his face was distorted with anger, and it looked like he was about to hit him again.

Almost at the same time, he instinctively took out his wand from his pocket and didn't want to shout a spell: Fuchsia!

Ron's heels were twisted and hung upside down; his robes fell and swayed helplessly.

"Are you crazy, Ron?" Fanlin said incredulously. If Ron's mind didn't have a problem, then there must be a problem with Fanlin's way of getting up today.

"Why is this?" Harry shouted too, he was attacked by Ron?

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

"It's so stupid. How did this happen?" Fanlin suddenly saw the open box on Ron's bed. The postmark on it caught his attention. To be precise, it was originally given to Harry. of.

"Those chocolate frogs you got from there?" Fanlin called.

"This is a birthday present!" Ron yelled to Harry, and he tried to twist and spin slowly in mid-air to gain freedom, "I'll let you eat a piece too, remember?"

"You picked it up from the floor, didn't you?" Harry also realized the problem. .

"They fell from my bed, didn't they? Let me get down!" Ron kept twisting his body like a big caterpillar.

"They didn't fall from your bed, you idiot, don't you understand? These chocolate frogs belong to me. I threw them out when I was looking for a map. They were given to me by Romedal before Christmas. , And they were all given love pills." Harry said badly, he should have thought of it, oh, the name Romedall is really a bit longer, just glanced at it, and then Fanlin teased it twice. Down, but no one remembers it at all.

But it seemed that there was only one word left in Ron's mind.

"Romidal?" he repeated. "Are you talking about Romidal? Harry—you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

Harry stared at the swinging Ron, Ron's face with a terrible hope and a wishful smile. Part of him-the part near his slightly painful right ear-was very in favor of letting Ron down, and watched him gradually go crazy until the effect of the potion disappeared...

But the other part is that they are friends and cannot leave him alone when he is in trouble. Maybe he can suffer another shock if he can agree with Ron's proclaimed eternal love with Romedal.

"Hey, Harry will introduce you to you, shall I put you down now?" Fanlin shook his wand and caused Ron to fall back to the floor (this action made Harry's ears sore again), but Ron just jumped with his feet and laughed.

"So, Harry, why didn't you throw him away?"

"Oh, I forgot." Harry said with some guilty conscience, when he put all his thoughts on Ginny.

Who is Romeda? Can you eat it?

"Oh, don't talk about it." Harry was agitated, then turned to face Ron.

"She should be in Sigerhorn's office," Harry said confidently, leading the way towards the door.

"Why is she there?" Ron said worriedly, but his body hurriedly followed.

"Oh, she has extra potions lessons," Harry began to imagine. "Maybe I can ask me to take these classes with her."

Ron said enthusiastically. "Good idea," Harry said.

Harry didn't foresee—Lavender was waiting at the entrance of the portrait hole. "Oh, dear, Ron Ron!" she pouted. "I want to give you a birthday—"

"Let me stay by myself," Ron said immediately, "Harry is about to introduce me to Romedal." Without saying anything, he walked out of the portrait hole. Harry tried hard to apologize to Lavender, but it might be easier and more pleasant to turn around, because she looked very unhappy when the fat lady swayed shut behind them.

This made Harry a little unhappy. He estimated that Slughorn might be having breakfast, but he still knocked on the door of Slughorn’s office. Slughorn was wearing a green velvet pajamas and nightcap, he drove up. Sleepy eyes.

"Harry," he murmured, "It's too early... I usually sleep late on Saturdays... Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry said as calmly as possible, and Ron lifted his toes. , Trying to cross Slughorn to see his room, "But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, can you detoxify him, can't you? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, But we can’t say it’s the problem with the gadgets in Weasley’s Magic Shop, you know..."

"Stupid question... I think you must have planned him to try to cure him Harry, a pharmacist like you, right?" Slughorn asked happily.

"Yeah," Harry said, and he looked a little upset in fact Ron was trying to get in with his elbow on his ribs.

"Well, I have never solved a love potion, sir, this time I can't do that when Ron looks serious."

In fact, Ron chose this time to start groaning very effectively. He ate more than half of the chocolate frogs, and the ghost knew how many bottles it was.

"I can't see her anymore, Harry, are you hiding her?"

"The medicine still works?" Slughorn asked, and he looked at Ron professionally.

"The medicine is still very effective, you know, they can last a long time." Harry panted and continued to explain, he almost fell because he was about to stop Ron from beating Slughorn.

"Today is his birthday, Professor," Harry added, and he just wanted Slughorn to deal with it quickly and let Ron lie down like a dead dog or return to normal.

"Oh, well, come in, come in," Slughorn said generously, "I have necessities in my belt, this is not a difficult medicine..."

Ron rushed into Slughorn’s overcrowded study and tripped over a footstool decorated with tassels. He didn’t maintain his balance until he grabbed Harry’s neck and muttered, “She’s not here. , How about her?"

"She's not here," Harry said impatiently, and he noticed that Slughorn opened his potion box and added something to a small crystal bottle.

"It's great," Ron said eagerly. "How do I look?"

"Very handsome!" Slughorn said calmly, and he handed Ron the small bottle of clear liquid, "Drink it now. This is a tonic for courage, which will keep you calm when she arrives. ,you know……"

"Great," Ron said eagerly, and he swallowed the medicine in one gulp. Harry and Slughorn looked at Ron, and after a while, slowly, Ron smiled and relaxed and was no longer in extreme panic.

"It's normal?" Harry asked with a smile, and Slughorn giggled.

"Thank you so much, Professor."

"No thanks, my child, you are welcome," Slughorn said, and then Ron fell into the chair next to him, looking very bad.

"Help him up, this is what he needs most," Slughorn continued, picking up a drink from the cluttered table, "I have butter beer, I have wine, I have the last bottle of oak mead... Hmm... I wanted to give Dumbledore on Christmas... Ah, well, he shrugged and continued, he must not miss this! Why don't we open him now to celebrate Mr. Weasley’s birthday? There is nothing like driving away. The pain of losing a relationship needs more courage..."

Slughorn smiled triumphantly again, and Harry realized that this was the first time he had almost been alone with Slughorn since the fiasco when he asked about the true memory.

Maybe he can keep Slughorn in a good mood... Maybe they want enough oak mead...

"Take it," Slughorn handed Harry and Ron a glass of mead each, holding his own glass aloft, "Well, happy birthday, Ralph—"

"Uh... it's Ron..." Harry whispered.

But Ron, he didn't seem to hear, he had poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it. For a second or two, the heart almost stopped beating, and Harry and Slughorn realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Uh... can you give me another glass... Ron!"

Suddenly, Ron had thrown away his cup, half of his nose wrinkled, his hands and feet began to twitch uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes protruding.

"Professor!" Harry shouted, "Help him!"

But Slughorn seemed to have been stunned by the sudden change~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ron twitched, breathing hard, and his skin started to turn blue.

"What...but..." Slughorn said hastily.

Harry jumped over the low table and hurried to Slughorn's open potion box, flipping through the bottles and jars. Ron's hard breathing filled the room. He found...bezoar...looks like this is Slughorn had taken the medicine from Harina before.

He hurried back to Ron's side, broke Ron's chin, and stuffed the bezoar into Ron's mouth. And now, Harry can only hope that the half-blood prince will not lie to him. For the poison, he only needs a piece of bezoar, like this, directly into their throat.

Ron was shaking violently, but fortunately, he calmed down after a short breath.

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