Chapter 225 Ron: Do You only Know How to Disarm the Spell?

It was getting dark and the party officially began.

The fir tree in the middle of the auditorium shines brilliantly with thousands of glowing bubbles hanging from it. On the ceiling, ribbons of mistletoe and holly dropped magical snowflakes, warm and dry.

Dumbledore left midway, and when he came back, he put on a red robe, and the golden embroidery lines shone under the light. His beard was tied up with a red ribbon, and he wore a lady's rabbit-eared hat on his head.

Paired with the old man's kind smile, that hat seemed less eye-catching.

"Look what I saw!"

Fred shouted as soon as he entered the auditorium. He and George ran to Dumbledore excitedly and said excitedly, "Tell me, you must be the Santa Claus summoned by Dumbledore with magic."

Loren saw dark oil stains on their clothes and a slight smell of gasoline on their bodies. No need to ask, the twins must have opened the hood of the Feitian car, and maybe even removed some parts.

The poor Feitian Auto was fine after staying in the harsh Forbidden Forest for a whole semester. Within a few days of being found, his body might be gone.

Hearing the twins' words, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile gently: "Oh, when I was young, I once wanted to do something like that. I also experimented with some magic for this purpose."

"cool!"

George and Fred cheered and pestered Dumbledore about the magic that summoned Santa Claus.

Until the dinner was about to begin, Dumbledore still wanted to sit at the Gryffindor table and enjoy the dinner with the little wizards like a student.

However, he was quickly defeated by Professor McGonagall's oppressive gaze. After letting out a long sigh, he sat back at the guest of honor seat.

Seeing some grievance in Dumbledore's expression, Hermione felt a little dazzled, turned her head, and whispered in Loren's ear: "I think Professor McGonagall is the headmaster, not Dumbledore." As a professor, he is like a student under the supervision of Professor McGonagall."

Loren nodded... Well, Dumbledore was just like a child.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the long Gryffindor table. It was Percy.

Unlike the other children in the Weasley family, he did not wear the sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley, but wore a formal robe, and his hair was combed meticulously, like an adult.

What makes people laugh is that the prefect badge on his chest was enchanted by someone at some point, and the prefect turned into a fool. No need to think about it, the twins must have done something good.

However, Percy deliberately raised his head and chest to show off his badge, which, along with his serious attire, made Ron almost laugh under the table.

Percy was confused and asked the people around him stupidly: "What are you laughing at? Did anything funny happen before I came here?"

Harry suppressed a laugh and pointed to the badge on his chest.

Percy looked down, and the word "idiot" made his head buzz. Thinking of wearing this badge all the way... Percy's meticulously combed hair stood up in anger, and he clenched his fists: "George! Red!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the twins immediately stood up from the long table and screamed: "Help! The stupid prefect is trying to eat people!"

The three men started chasing each other in the auditorium, running in circles around the long tables of the four colleges. Occasionally when Percy's pace slowed down, George and Fred would tease him with fireworks and colorful firecrackers, making Percy so angry that he wanted to die with them.

With Dumbledore singing Christmas carols, the banquet officially began.

Not to mention all kinds of barbecue, lamb chops, stewed beans... What attracts the little wizard most are the various puddings. The soft and glutinous gelatinous pudding contains the pulp of various fruits, such as strawberries, mangoes, yellow peaches... Shining under the light, it is particularly attractive.

In a short time, Hermione had finished three portions of strawberry pudding, and the bright red jam stuck to her lips, making them shiny.

Loren's plate was full of meat. Seeing Hermione slurping down the pudding from the spoon with a satisfied look on her face again, he felt a little moved: "Is today's pudding so delicious?"

"What do you want to do?" Hermione's ears twitched and she reached out to protect her pudding, "If you want to eat it, go get it yourself."

"Good things should be shared with friends!" Loren said sternly, taking off Hermione's arm and scooping out a large piece with a spoon.

The pudding melted into your mouth without much chewing, and the sweet taste slid all the way into your stomach. Loren smacked his tongue: "It's the same as before."

Hermione was so angry that she punched him in the chest.

At the guest of honor table, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall kept opening and closing their lips, discussing something with each other. Sitting next to the two of them was Snape, who seemed to have heard what they were discussing, his face was livid and he looked unhappy.

Hagrid was joking with Professor Flitwick, and the eggnog poured into his mouth like water without restraint. The hybrid giant was very happy, but this happiness seemed different from the previous Christmas happiness.

Ron and Harry kept exploding colorful firecrackers and pulled out white mice one after another from the blue smoke. But they are not discouraged, and will shout happily when they occasionally open a small felt hat, not to mention small things such as wizard chess, wizard cards, and magic candies.

The dome decorated with magic was filled with all kinds of brilliance. When the banquet just started, the scattered light was red with magnificent gold. As the banquet came to an end, the speed of the dome's flash gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the cool dark blue, just like the starry sky outside the castle.

The colorful bubbles and various decorations hanging on the Christmas tree have not changed color and are still glowing with warm, golden and red light.

It seems that there is some kind of food reward mentality. Hermione was a little bit exhausted in the school doctor's office these days. She ate countless servings of pudding in a row and had some difficulty swallowing the last bite. After finishing the last bite, Loren heard her sigh with relief and contentment.

After touching her belly, Hermione did not get up immediately. She leaned back slightly and rested on her seat. Her mouth was slightly opened and her eyes were blank and blank.

After all, she was so full that she didn't recover even after sitting for a while.

"You go to Madam Pomfrey later, tell her you're full, and ask her to give you some digestive potion." Hermione muttered, dragging Loren back with her.

Not only because this kind of thing is a bit embarrassing, but also because she will definitely be scolded by Madam Pomfrey while she is recovering.

Loren said nothing.

Not only is he greedy, but he also wants to make him take the blame. When did Hermione become like this, and who did she learn it from... He fell into deep doubts.

Near the door of the auditorium, Draco was sitting at the end of the long Slytherin table, and he saw the two of them.

Loren and Hermione were both Muggle-born, but Malfoy no longer had the contempt he had when he first entered Hogwarts. The strange thing is that the biggest reason for this change is Loren's attitude towards him compared to his excellent results.

Unlike other young wizards, Loren did not fawn over him because of his family's wealth, nor was he hostile to him because of his discrimination against Muggles. Treat him completely as an ordinary little wizard.

Draco also received a Storage Scale this morning. The Malfoy family had something similar, and without much effort, he easily figured out how to use the scales. Now, the scale is lying in the pocket of the magic robe.

Draco opened his mouth, wanting to say hello to Loren, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat, blocking all his words.

Along with the Christmas present came a letter from his parents.

Lucius repeatedly warned him in the letter: stay away from Crabbe, stay away from Marcus (captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team) of the Flint family, and stay away from those people who are brainwashed by the concept of pure blood. Stay away from the Potters, stay away from the Weasleys, stay away from those who support Dumbledore. Also, try not to draw attention to him.

The young Draco is still a little confused when he thinks of his father's letter. He didn't understand Lucius' cautious and almost humble attitude.

Is the Dark Lord coming back?

Does the Malfoy family need the return of the Dark Lord?

Why should they stay away from Crabbe, or even Marcus, if necessary. If not, why didn't they unequivocally support Dumbledore and even stay away from Harry Potter in dealing with the Dark Lord.

The letter lay quietly in the space of the scales. Draco saw that Loren's figure was far away, and his lips moved without saying a word: "Merry Christmas..."

In the next few days, Ron took Harry and followed George and Fred all the way. Hagrid's cabin was in disarray. I heard from Hagrid that some animals on the edge of the Forbidden Forest suffer from a phobia of sirens. Now, when they hear the siren of a flying car, they will flee in panic.

One ordinary day during the vacation, Harry dragged his body covered with mud and snow back to the Gryffindor common room, and immediately saw Loren in front of the fireplace. He was holding a book in his hand, reading quietly and seriously. With. His face was focused, with black hair and black eyes, glowing in front of the fire in the fireplace, which Harry thought was the brilliance of a good student.

Looking at others and then at himself, covered in mud and snow, Harry fell silent with guilt.

Little wizards in school days always have a strange mental state. If they are comfortable and indulgent for too long, they will feel guilty.

Harry, who had been playing crazy for a few days, clenched his fists and said firmly: "Harry Potter, you have a mission, you can't go on like this."

"Start studying seriously tomorrow!" Harry encouraged himself and slowly walked away.

Hearing the sound, Loren raised his head from the storybook, saw Harry walking away, and muttered: "That's silly."

After looking at Dumbledore's annotations in the storybook, he muttered again: "This one is also fascinating..."

"The Wizard's Hairy Heart Collector's Edition", Dumbledore's Christmas gift to him. Logically speaking, The Hairy Heart of a Male Wizard is just a short story, not long enough to support the content of a book. The editor reproduced the story in seventeen different languages, which is how the Collector's Edition came about.

In addition to several mainstream languages ​​​​of human wizards, there are also mermaid writing, centaur writing, and even the most primitive runic writing.

Dumbledore made a long annotation at the end of the story. As Loren said, it was so confusing...

Early the next morning, Loren was woken up by Harry. He tried to open his heavy eyelids and saw an excited Harry. Remembering the voice in his ear just now, he asked in a daze: "Duel?" practise?"

"Duel practice?!"

In an abandoned classroom with no one around, Ron was also dragged up by Harry. Ron, who was not very conscious, suddenly woke up and exclaimed.

Hermione stood next to her wearing a red beret, and the fluffy brim of the hat made her skin white. The feline nature of her body has almost faded away, leaving only a pair of triangular ears, and she no longer needs to wear a cloak.

Harry looked at the three friends in front of him, nodded seriously, and said loudly: "We can't keep playing like this!"

"You can memorize and study." Ron said quietly.

There were two blushes on Harry's face, and he scratched his head: "I couldn't see it, so I fell asleep just looking at it."

"No wonder you went to bed so early last night."

"No wonder you are so energetic today."

The three friends next to him couldn't help laughing.

After playing around, the plan for dueling practice was finalized. They had practiced dueling before, so it was not unfamiliar.

Hermione has not recovered and the magic in her body is not yet stable, so she will not participate. Harry and Ron had one first, while Loren watched and made suggestions afterwards.

A duel practice between friends must not be like a real duel, which can be [shattered to pieces] or [torn apart] at every turn. Both of them chose the petrification spell, the stun spell, the disarming spell, the repel spell...a type of spell that would not hurt the other party.

At the beginning, Ron and Harry were fighting back and forth. The atmosphere on the field is relatively harmonious. When I fire a repel spell, you avoid it. You cast a disarming spell and I dodge it.

Slowly, the two of them gradually entered the state, the speed of casting the spell began to become faster, and the movements to avoid the spell decreased. The situation is different when it turns into a confrontation between magic spells from both sides.

Ron fired the Petrifying Curse first, and Harry countered it with the Disarming Curse. After breaking Ron's spell, the slightly dim red magic light continued to fly towards Ron, and Ron could only avoid it in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

When Harry took the lead, he fired another disarming spell. Ron's coma spell flew out after charging up, and then was defeated by the disarming spell. The remaining disarming spell forced Ron to avoid it in a panic.

Ron, who had been defeated twice in a row, was not convinced. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to cast a disarming spell in response. What made him a little desperate was that his disarming spell was easily broken by Harry's disarming spell. The red magic beam stopped for a moment and then flew towards him. Ron had no choice but to run away again.

No matter how Ron changed the spells, Harry only responded with simple, plain disarming spells. What can I do if Ron loses his temper? The disarming spell is very powerful.

After several back and forths, Ron's physical strength was lost. After slowing down, he was unable to dodge the disarming spell this time. He was beaten back a few steps and the wand came out of his hand.

Ron held his chest and gasped for a while. Thinking of the battle just now, he felt aggrieved. He looked at Harry angrily: "Expelliarmus, Expelliarmus, the whole thing is Expelliarmus, you Don’t you know any other spells?”

Harry handed his wand back with an innocent look: "But the Disarming Charm is really useful."