Chapter 220 Giving Up Is Courage?

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When Maca asked this sentence, Willie shook her head decisively.

"What is she doing secretly? It's so mysterious..." Seeing Willie turn and leave on her own, Maca pondered for a while with a puzzled expression, "Well, maybe it's because she has recently become interested in Potions again. Interested?"

Since he was not allowed to help him, of course he didn't have to force himself to join in, not to mention that the other party was Miss Willy Blois who said she could do whatever she wanted.

Besides, speaking of it, he was a little busy this afternoon.

It's all Mad-Eye Moody's fault. Who knows what's going on in his head, and he even applied to Dumbledore for a three-hour class. What kind of "Defense Against the Dark Arts three-school exchange class" is going to be held? .

No need to ask, this strange old man must be digging a hole for himself again.

"Doesn't he need to sleep?"

Even though Maca is used to the daily research routine that lasts all night, generally speaking, he still finds time to catch up on sleep.

However, like him, Moody didn't sleep all night yesterday, and this morning he was still in the principal's office talking about sister Charlotte's fate, but why is he still so energetic?

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help stretching out.

"Forget it, let's sacrifice sleep time and go to entertain the old man!" He yawned as he walked towards the auditorium, "...well, before that, let's have something to eat first."

It was already more than half of the lunch time, and the seats in the auditorium seemed a little empty. Only a few students were still immersed in eating, but it seemed that they were almost finished.

Maca found a random place to sit down, and was about to seize the time to fill his stomach, but saw Ron suddenly appear at the gate of the auditorium.

"Maca..."

"Well?"

Maca chewed a mouthful of spaghetti and looked at Ron suspiciously.

"There's something I want to tell you..."

Ron's expression didn't look natural. He stood at the door, clenched his hands tightly, and then loosened them again. It seemed that he wanted to say something in his heart, but he seemed a little hard to speak.

"What's the matter?" Maca swallowed the food in his mouth, then beckoned to him, "Come on, sit down and talk."

Ron hesitated for a moment, then dragged himself to the table and sat down.

"Recently, it's about Hermione..." He hesitated, "I...she lost something..."

"Throwing something? What?"

Maca asked casually, picked up another piece of baked potato, and stuffed it into his mouth quickly.

"Yeah... well... I think I should be honest with you..."

Ron scratched his head vigorously, but saw that Maca immediately put down the knife and stretched out his hand, catching two strands of Weasley family's iconic red hair in succession.

"Don't worry about it," Maca said, shaking the hair in his hand, "Go on..."

"Uh, I'm sorry..." Ron looked at the hair in his hands tangledly, and then moved away from the table subconsciously before continuing, "I mean, Hermione's ball gown was stolen... and Whoever stole her gown..."

"...It's me." He paused for a long time before finally speaking.

Maca thought about it, but found that something was missing.

"And then?" He asked suspiciously, "Don't you just want to tell me that you actually have an unusual hobby? Now you can't bear the guilt in your heart, so come to talk to me?"

Ron was so choked that he couldn't speak, he could only raise his head and stare at Maca with wide eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Maca waved his hands, "I'm just joking...you can just say it! What happened?"

Ron held back for a while, and finally decided to speak out all the heaviness in his heart.

"Maka, it's like this..." He tried hard not to sound too trembling in his voice, so as not to reveal his inner wavering,

"I just hope that you choose Hermione instead of Miss Lovegood."

After Maca heard it, she didn't have any doubts because of the jumpiness of Ron's topic.

He chewed the food in his mouth again and swallowed it all, then put down the cutlery, untied the napkin, and put them all aside.

Then, he looked seriously at Ron's face full of disappointment and unwillingness.

To be honest, Maca didn't expect Ron to say this. He had to admit that Ron had actually grown a lot unconsciously.

For a child like Ron who has lived in poverty and low self-esteem since he was a child, his mind is easily distorted. But fortunately, he has a pair of excellent parents and many cheerful brothers.

This made his life not as gloomy and boring as he imagined.

But no matter what, the life of using some second-hand goods since he was a child made his inferiority complex continue to grow, and gradually filled his heart.

His self-esteem is constantly being eroded and corrupted by almost overflowing inferiority complex, so that it becomes cheaper and cheaper.

But since the last time, Ron understood the way of thinking for the sake of others under Maca's guidance, but he discovered the danger of his own mental state.

So, he decided not to run away from his cowardice and low self-esteem, but to face up to his weaknesses.

In the final analysis, Ron has always been a Gryffindor cub, and he does not lack courage in his heart. His courage was only covered up by his infinitely magnified inferiority complex.

Now, Ron has obviously grown up, even though he has discovered his liking for Hermione, but when he knew that he definitely had no chance, he still made up his mind and chose to give up.

I have to say that sometimes, "giving up" is also a kind of courage.

However, Maca shook her head slightly.

Giving up is also a kind of courage, but this kind of courage is as cheap as his self-esteem.

Ron has indeed grown up, but this growth has not brought him some kind of qualitative change...

Maca recalled the Ron mentioned in the "Book of Sin", the Ron who grew up for Hermione, sacrificed for Hermione, and couldn't even convey a word.

When Maca and Ron sat opposite each other, he felt a kind of reality of flesh and blood.

His eyes were constantly sending him visual signals, constantly reminding him that Ron in front of him was a living person with flesh and blood.

It was one of his...friends.

"...Ron, I probably understand what you want to say." Maca said seriously, "You have indeed grown up and know how to face up to your own heart... But this is only the first step..."

"On my side, as long as Hermione hasn't spoken to me, I have no right to choose to accept or reject. Hermione is a strong and independent girl, I believe, she understands what she is doing... But what about you? ? Do you understand what you're doing?"

Maca's tone was very sincere, neither high nor low, just like an ordinary chat. But it was precisely because of this calmness that Ron could take it into his heart without any resistance.

"...What am I doing?" Ron was very confused, but compared to the entanglement, loss and unwillingness just now, he was more focused at this moment, "I... what am I doing?"

"You can face it now, then..." Maca reached out and touched Ron's chest, and said calmly, "Then, why don't you break it?"

Ron scowled, looking down at his chest.

He can feel the beating of the heart, and even feel the blood flowing continuously in the blood vessels. He clenched his fists tightly, raised his head abruptly, and fixedly stared into Maca's eyes.

"I see, I want to beat you!" Ron roared loudly, startling the few little wizards in the auditorium.

The corner of Maca's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to hit his head.

"Beat your size! Are you out of your mind?" He said dumbfoundingly, "What you have to do is break your inner inferiority complex, let yourself continue to grow, and win Hermione's heart!"

"..." Ron looked at Maca dully, thought about it carefully, and then nodded.

However, at this time, near the passage leading to the side hall, Hermione was biting her lip and hiding behind the doorpost, her eyes were full of bewilderment.

She stood there for a long time before she lowered her head, letting her messy natural curly hair obscure her view.

"I don't want it." She said so softly.

...

In the afternoon, Moody's "Defense Against the Dark Arts Three Schools Exchange Class" finally started under much anticipation.

Yes, Moody's courses are still very attractive to young wizards. With his extensive Auror experience back then, even just sitting down and telling a story could keep the students listening intently.

What's more, Moody is still an out-and-out activist.

From the beginning of this semester, Moody introduced a large number of practical cases to everyone, and used some of the methods used to guide the novice Aurors to train these little devils.

Even Maca, who is very precise and demanding in actual combat, agrees with his teaching content very much.

Moody did not ignore the age of the little wizards, he chose many very basic and effective practice methods. Like, for example, how to swing a wand quickly and accurately.

As a top Auror who has experienced countless battles, Moody has many convenient and quick "wild ways". When he narrates those slightly boring repetitive exercises along with actual combat cases, every little wizard Can listen with relish.

Of course, it is undeniable that this old man is generally quite scary-at least for young wizards, his terrifying appearance and habit of being startled from time to time make it difficult to get close to him.

At this moment, all the students had arrived, including those from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang also came to the auditorium.

This is the "special classroom" that Moody applied for. Obviously, he wants to make an impressive scene this time.

However, Moody, who was standing at the front of the auditorium, just leaned on a cane and stood there impatiently. It was just because he found out that two students were late for this class!