Chapter 1171

Harry immediately yawned.

This is really too much. What is this, forcing me to give Amway a wave of dog food when I am trying hard to escape?

He didn't expect this or hear this. They were friends, but if Ron started calling Lavender "Raven-Raven" he would have to object.

what is this?

Give a friend a head-on critical hit?

Originally, Harry thought he had a strong heart. After all, Fan Lin and Hermione had been feeding them dog food for several years, and then Harry felt that he could handle this matter without being shocked, but first here I am?

After getting used to Fanlin, why not replace him with Ron?

and his little 'Raven';?

? ? ?

Harry felt a little tight in his chest, and he had something else he wanted to tell Ron.

Harry glanced at Fan Lin with some resentment, which made Fan Lin feel that something was not right.

Hmm... maybe, anyway, for Ron and Lavender, Fanlin had wanted to bring them together early on, and so far, the result is pretty good, although it is not good for Harry. Too friendly.

That was also the reason for Harry's unstable mind.

Originally, Harry had many opportunities to stand here and give Ron a critical hit, but there were too many people wandering around. In the end, Harry's target fell on Ginny at the beginning.

Oh, Ginny suffered for several years, and then the two of them were like the most outrageous plot development, completely missed?

"Why did you skip breakfast because of this?" Fan Lin asked with a smile, trying to make this conversation normal.

"I don't think she knows I exist," Ron said desperately.

"Of course she knew you existed, and she even kissed you." Harry said impatiently. Lavender and Ron were chewing together all day long, and even other... this or that...

Harry didn't want to repeat it. If Ron was saying such stupid things, would Harry mind having an intimate hand-to-hand fight with Ron?

Feel the power of philosophy...

Ron blinked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?" Fan Lin felt a little confused. Ron acted unnaturally. He must have seen Lavender in all forms, and he was here to focus on angering Harry?

I have to admit, Ron played a similar role, but it wasn't fun at all.

"Romidal," Ron said extremely gently. As he spoke, his face seemed to be illuminated by a ray of pure sunshine, like a clear sky with clouds and mist peeling away. Ron's whole person felt a little dazed. It's like returning to the embrace of a goddess.

The three people stared at each other for nearly a minute, and the atmosphere became strangely solidified. To be precise, the smiles on Fan Lin and Harry's faces disappeared. As for Ron, Ron now smiled like the silly son of his neighbor.

Harry said dully: "This is a joke, isn't it? You're kidding!"

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

"I think... friends. I think I love her," Ron said in an unfamiliar voice.

"Do you love her? Romidal?" Fan Lin was a little weird. He seemed to have heard of this name.

"Okay," Harry walked up to Ron and looked at his glass-paned eyes and pale face and said, "Okay... now let's be honest again."

"I love her," Ron breathed. "Don't you see her hair, dark and shiny and smooth...and her eyes, her big dark eyes, and-"

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

In fact, Harry was a little offended that the joke wasn't funny at all.

Harry immediately turned around to leave; he had only taken two steps toward the door when he felt something hit his right ear. Looking around staggeringly, Ron had just retracted his fist, his face was twisted with anger, and it looked like he was about to fight again.

Almost at the same time, he instinctively took out the wand from his pocket and shouted a spell without much thought: Hang the golden bell upside down!

Ron was hanging upside down by his heels; his robes hung down and swayed helplessly.

"Are you crazy Ron?" Fan Lin said in disbelief. If there was no problem with Ron's brain, then there must be something wrong with the way Fan Lin got up today.

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

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

"That's so stupid. How did this happen?" At this moment, Fan Lin suddenly saw the open box on Ron's bed. The postmark on it caught his attention. To be precise, this was originally for Harry. of.

"Where did you get those chocolate frogs?" Fan Lin shouted.

"This is a birthday present!" Ron yelled at Harry, who struggled to twist and turn slowly in mid-air to get free, "I'll let you have a piece too, remember?"

"You picked it up from the floor, right?" Harry also realized the problem. .

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

"They didn't fall out of your bed, you idiot, don't you understand? These chocolate frogs are mine. I threw them out when I was looking for a map. They were given to me by Romildal before Christmas." , and they have all been given love potions." Harry said a little badly. He should have thought of it earlier, oh, the name Romidal is really too long. He just glanced at it, and then Fan Lin teased it. But no one remembers it at all.

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

"Romidal?" he repeated, "You mean Romidal? Harry - you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

Harry stared at the swaying Ron, who had a look of terrible hope and a wishful smile on his face. Part of him - the part near his slightly sore right ear - was in favor of putting Ron down and watching him go berserk until the effects of the potion wore off...

But the other part was that they were friends and couldn't leave him alone in his time of trouble, and maybe he could have withstood another shock if he could agree with Ron's claim of everlasting love for Romildale.

"Hi, Harry will introduce you. Can I put you down now?" Fanlin shook his wand and let Ron fall back to the floor (this move made Harry's ears hurt badly again), but Ron just hopped on his feet and smiled.

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

"Oh, I forgot." Harry said guiltily. At that time, he was completely focused on Ginny.

Who is Romidal? Can it be eaten?

"Oh, don't talk about that." Harry was a little irritated, then turned to Ron.

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

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

"Oh, she has extra Potions lessons," Harry said, imagining. "Maybe I could ask that I take these classes with her."

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

Harry had no idea - Lavender was waiting at the portrait hole. "Oh, darling, Ron-Ron!" she pouted. "I want to give you a birthday—"

"Leave me alone," Ron said immediately, "Harry is about to introduce me to Romildal." Without another word, he walked out of the portrait hole. Harry tried hard to apologize to Lavender, but it might have been easier and pleasanter to just turn around and walk away, for she looked extremely unhappy as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them.

This made Harry a little depressed. He estimated that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he still knocked on the door of Slughorn's office. Slughorn was wearing green velvet pajamas and a nightcap. He opened it. Bleary-eyed.

"Harry," he murmured, "it's too early... I usually sleep in on Saturdays... Professor, I'm sorry to bother you," Harry said as calmly as possible, as Ron weighed Standing on tiptoes, trying to see past Slughorn and into his room, "But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake. You can give him the antidote, can't you? I should have taken him to see Pomfrey." Madam, but we can't say it's a problem with the gadgets from Weasley's Wizardry Shop, you know..."

"Silly question...I think you must be planning to come over and try to cure him Harry, a potion expert like you, right?" Slughorn asked cheerfully.

"Well," said Harry, who looked a little distraught but Ron was elbowing him in the ribs trying to get into the house.

"Well, I've never taken a love potion before, sir, and I can't do that this time when Ron looks serious."

In fact, Ron's choice of time to start moaning was so effective that he ate more than half of, god knows how many bottles of Chocolate Frog.

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

"The medicine is still effective?" Slughorn asked, looking at Ron professionally.

"The potions are still very strong, you know, they last a long time." Harry continued to explain breathlessly, almost falling over trying to stop Ron from knocking Slughorn.

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

"Oh, well, come in, come in," said Slughorn generously, "I've got the essentials in my belt, it's not a difficult medicine..."

Ron roared into Slughorn's overcrowded study, tripping over a tasseled footstool and grabbing Harry's neck to keep his balance, muttering, "She's not here." "Where is she?"

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

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

"Very handsome!" Slughorn said calmly. He handed Ron the small bottle of clear liquid. "Drink it now. This is a courage tonic that will keep you calm when she comes. ,you know..."

"Great," Ron said eagerly, swallowing the antidote in one gulp. Harry and Slughorn looked at Ron. After a while, very slowly, Ron relaxed with a smile and no longer looked extremely panicked.

"Normal?" Harry asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

"Thank you so much, Professor."

"You're welcome, my boy, you're welcome," Slughorn said, and Ron slumped into the chair next to him, looking terrible.

"Help him up, that's what he needs most," Slughorn continued, picking up a drink from the cluttered table, "I've got butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got the last bottle of oak mead... .Well...I was going to give it to Dumbledore at Christmas...Ah, well, he shrugged and continued, he couldn't miss this! Why don't we open him now to celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday? It takes more courage than getting rid of the pain of broken love..."

Slughorn smiled smugly again, and Harry found that this was the first time he was almost alone with Slughorn since that time when he failed to ask for true memories.

Maybe, he could keep Slughorn in a good mood... maybe they'd need enough oak mead...

"Here," Slughorn handed Harry and Ron a glass of mead each, holding his own glass high, "well, happy birthday, Ralph—"

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

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

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

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

"Professor!" Harry shouted, "Save him!"

But Slughorn looked stunned by the sudden change. Ron was twitching, breathing hard, and his skin began to turn blue.

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

Harry jumped over the low table and hurried to Slughorn's open medicine cabinet, rummaging through bottles and jars. Ron's labored breathing filled the room. He found... a bezoar... seemingly This was the medicine Slughorn had taken from Harry before.

He hurried back to Ron's side, opened Ron's jaw, and stuffed the bezoar into Ron's mouth. Now, Harry could only hope that the Half-Blood Prince would not lie to him. For the poison, he only needed a piece of bezoar, stuffed directly into their throats like this.

Ron was shaking violently, but thankfully he calmed down after a short breath. (To be continued)