Chapter 857 Distressed Ron

"It's been very lively outside recently..."

Haierbo stood by the window and took a few glances. He clearly saw the orange cat that got into the school gate, and at the same time saw the big black dog on the other side of the street.

However, he just watched from the window from beginning to end and did nothing.

"It's just that the excitement is lively, but it seems that the heat may not be enough. If this is the case, why not add another flame..."

Seeing the black dog hiding in the grass running out, he waved his hand and lit the fireplace in the dean's room.

"Well, I think those little guys are almost ready."

After finishing speaking, Hai Erbo left the window and walked downstairs. And in the dean's room, Miriam was the only one left in the room, still beating the legs of the bed with her shackles.

The metal knocking sound continued continuously, but it could never come out.

...

Facts have proved that plans can never keep up with changes.

As for the changes in the Israeli magic world, it can be said that the International Federation of Wizards attaches great importance to it. But I don't know if the modern magic world has been quiet for too long or something. When encountering such major dark wizard incidents, people always feel that they are not efficient enough.

Maca, the secrecy action advocated by Akinbad, actually quite agrees. Letting ordinary wizards know about Haierbo's present life is definitely not a good thing for social stability.

It's a pity that they are still too bad at making plans.

No, before the federation came up with a feasible plan, it was preempted by Hai Erbo's follow-up actions.

Today, three days have passed since what happened that night. At this time, Maca is reading the latest news delivered today.

First of all, I have to explain that the ciphertexts in recent days were all written by Sirius, and the content looks somewhat messy. But I have to say, that guy is really good at tossing.

Just when he and Lupine changed shifts, a big event happened so quickly.

Maca still remembered that there was little to see in the note about the night the two men changed shifts.

It was nothing more than Sirius catching a cat, then nothing happened after sending the cat to school, and Sirius himself slipped back to the hideout with little to no gain.

And the next day, it was even calmer than that night, so quiet that even the movement of the students in class at the Sheberhe Magic Academy seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But finally came the third day, that is, yesterday...

"...The voyeurs sent by various forces were attacked. More than 20 people were killed or injured. Most of the attackers were small in size, wearing loose robes to cover their faces, and using some kind of unknown black magic. Lupine was slightly injured. Me too, we temporarily decided to hide in a hidden place and wait and see."

Maca shook the piece of paper cut from parchment, burned it to ashes, and then rubbed his forehead.

"'Small size'... Is this obvious?" He shook his head to himself, "The point is not here, the key is whether he moved his hand to the 'eyes' of a certain part of the force, or did it make no difference attack?"

Even though Maca was always far away in the British magic world, he could still guess a thing or two about Haierbo's current environment. And if he were to change his position in Hai Erbo, then he would definitely choose the former.

Because an indiscriminate attack is equivalent to muddying the waters. If you look at it on a global scale, Hai Erbo must make the water as muddy as possible, but in today's Israeli magic world...

"He needs enemies as well as helpers."

Maca tapped the table with her finger, pointing out the greatest possibility.

Christmas is not far away, and Hai Erbo made his second move. If the Wizards Union didn't come up with some means, Maca would have to intervene secretly.

He had to make sure that before this year's Christmas, Hai Erbo would not completely gain a foothold in this era that did not belong to him.

Nodding silently, Makafu moved the pile of manuscript papers next to him back in front of him, and continued following some calculations just now.

Behind him, the snowflakes outside the window were still floating, and from time to time, a few pieces would fall on the window glass, and then be quickly melted by the heat from the indoor fireplace.

On the windows, it looks foggy.

...

While Maca was still busy racing against the clock, Ron was worried about his love.

Ever since he voluntarily let go of his affection for Hermione, his love has become like a dead branch, and it hasn't sprouted new buds in the past few years.

Oh, OK! Even if Lavender Brown's love for him is added in, it can only be regarded as a poisonous bud at best!

"Harry, stop trying to persuade me, it won't work if I go a few more times! You saw it yesterday, I went to find her, but she ran faster than Sirius!"

"Hey! That's my godfather, my father!"

Harry was obviously a bit offended by Ron's metaphor, but he also knew that Ron was just talking nonsense out of frustration.

Indeed, after complaining to Harry before, Ron found another time to try to get close to the shy girl. However, he clearly failed again.

After that, Harry, who felt that his good buddy was a bit pitiful, asked Ginny to collect information about that girl.

But in the end, he found that although there were many students who knew each other, none of them seemed to have a good relationship.

Everyone said it was a rather shy little girl.

"Ron, how on earth did you invite her that day? Since everyone said that she was so shy that she dared not even speak, how could she agree to dance with you?"

When Ron heard this, he immediately said with a blank face:

"Actually... Actually, I don't know either! I seemed to ask her something that day, and then..."

"Don't tell me, and then you dragged him in?" Harry asked incredulously with the corners of his mouth drooping.

Seeing the astonishment on Harry's face, Ron didn't know how to answer.

"I thought...maybe? I don't know what to say, I was in such a mess," he stammered, but quickly tried to explain, "But you also saw— —Later she danced happily too!”

"Oh, we all saw it," Harry shrugged, "we all saw you stomping on that girl's foot, and then she stomped on yours—you two were screaming in pain and half the hall I can hear you!"

"She and I just need to practice dancing again..." Ron struggled for a while, then suddenly hesitated and said, "Harry, do you think she...was scared of being stepped on by me?"

"Perhaps she woke up the next day to find that her toes were all swollen, and she had to go to Madam Pomfrey. Although her foot recovered quickly, she felt a dull pain when she saw you."

While Harry was still helpless at Ron's weird guess, a voice came from not far behind them. The two looked back one after another, and found that Hermione seemed to have just returned from outside.

"What you said is true?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Of course it's fake!"

Hermione, who had just returned to the common room, threw her schoolbag to the table, then sat down and began to take out her books. It can be found that her books seem to be more than in the past.

"I ran into Luna in the library just now, and I asked a few questions for you by the way—that little girl seems to have a good relationship with Luna, and the two of them occasionally do homework together."

I remember that the slightly chubby little witch was a third-year student in Ravenclaw. In this way, it is indeed a normal thing to have a good relationship with someone like Luna who has no pressure to get along with.

"Really?" Ron asked immediately, "What did you ask?"

However, Hermione didn't answer right away, but casually glanced at the table in front of Ron. There was a roll of parchment spread out there, but only a few words were written on it.

"Hurry up and do your homework! I'll tell you when you're done—"

After dropping those words, Hermione stopped paying attention to Ron, but bowed her head and concentrated on doing her business.

Ron stared at her pitifully for a while, then looked at the almost blank paper in his hand, and heaved a deep sigh.

"Harry, are you ready?"

"Write it yourself!"

As soon as he finished asking, Hermione gave a warning without looking up, and Ron's expression suddenly became more painful.

In fact, Ron couldn't get anything from Hermione all evening, because when he barely finished his homework, it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

To be honest, behavior like this is undoubtedly the most tormenting behavior.

Ron usually sleeps well, but that night he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Even Harry, who was on the opposite bed, was also disturbed, and would be woken up by his turning over from time to time.

It wasn't until the next morning when they looked in the mirror that they both had a pair of dark circles under their eyes.

"Harry, I mean... I'm really sorry..."

Looking at Ron's wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes, Harry's eyes were moist—he had yawned so many times that night that he couldn't stop his tears.

"Stop talking, go to the common room and wait for Hermione! By the way, let me sleep again..."

After speaking, Harry waved his hand decisively, then bent down and got back into the bed to catch up on sleep. Ron blinked his dry eyeballs a few times, nodded and left the bedroom.

It's a pity that the sun is just coming out of the mountains at this moment... I hope Hermione wakes up early enough as usual!

But when he passed a window hole on the stairs, Ron, who folded his arms and complained in a low voice about the cold weather, was suddenly taken aback.

"That is……"

Looking out from the window opening, a small figure was walking outside, wrapped in thick clothes. But no matter how far away he was, Ron still remembered the familiar hat on the other side's head.

"is her!"

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