Chapter 1502 Poisoned Again

"Well, grab him, boy, grab him!" said Slughorn. "I've got the essentials in my bag, and the antidote is easy..."

Ron didn't see or hear their conversation, he kept looking around and pushing his way forward.

"I didn't see her, Harry. Where is she? Where is she?"

"She's not here yet," said Harry, wrapping his arms around Ron's neck to keep him from crawling under the sofa, watching as Slughorn opened the dispensing pack and added some to a small crystal vial. This and a little bit of that.

"Not yet? That's good, that's good!" said Ron eagerly. "How do I look?"

"Very handsome!" Slughorn came up and handed Ron a glass of clear liquid, "drink it, it's tonic, keeps you calm when she comes, and makes you more girly like."

"Great, this is exactly what I need." Ron said impatiently, gulping down the antidote.

Harry and Slughorn watched him, and for a moment Ron grinned at them.

Then, very, very slowly, his smile faded away, eventually turning into utter terror.

"Back to normal?" Harry asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

"You're welcome, boy, you're welcome," said Slughorn. "It's easy, it's easy."

Ron slumped into the armchair next to him, frostbitten, looking at his knees in disbelief.

He thought of those terrible words and thoughts he said just now, and he even wanted to die, what did he do!

"Come on, refreshment, that's what he needs right now," continued Slughorn, hurrying to a table full of drinks. "I've got butterbeer, wine, and a last bottle of oak Aged mead, um, why don't we open it up and celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday? Nothing beats the pain of disillusionment like a good glass of wine..."

He laughed again, and Harry laughed too. It was the first time he had been alone with Slughorn since his last disastrous trial. Maybe, just keep Slughorn in a good mood and let him drink enough oak-aged mead...

"Come on!" said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron each a drink and holding up their glasses, "Happy Birthday, Ralph!"

"It's Ron, Professor!" Harry corrected softly.

But Ron didn't seem to hear the toast, and had already poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it.

For a second, almost a heartbeat, Harry felt something was terribly wrong, and Slughorn didn't seem to notice.

"Well, Lovell, I hope you can get more girls in the future..."

"Ron!" Harry yelled.

"Oh, well, you're right, Ron of course!" said Slughorn in surprise, thinking Harry was correcting him.

Something even more astonishing happened. Ron dropped his glass and tried to get up from his chair, but fell over.

His limbs convulsed violently, he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes protruded, he was poisoned!

"Professor!" Harry yelled, "Just figure it out!"

But Slughorn seemed petrified, not knowing what to do, and just looked at Ron in shock.

In the blink of an eye, Ron was twitching, breathing hard, his skin starting to turn blue.

"W-how, but, he..." stammered Slughorn.

Harry knew he had to do something, he left Slughorn alone, rushed to Slughorn's opened dispensing bag, pulled out bottles and jars, and rummaged inside, Ron, this is poisoned Yes, it must be detoxified.

Not far away, Ron's ghastly gurgling breathing filled the room.

Finally, Harry found the kidney-shaped stone that Slughorn had taken away in Potions class, the bezoar!

He ran back to Ron, pried open his mouth, and poured the bezoar into his mouth.

Ron trembled violently, Gululu took a deep breath, and his body became limp.

For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the heavy breathing like a broken bellows.

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After Ron was sent to the school hospital, Ivan, Hermione, Ginny and others got the news.

It was already the afternoon of the day when the incident happened, and when they rushed over, Ron was lying on the hospital bed as if dead.

Madam Pomfrey covered him with a curtain, cutting him off from the rest of the area.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had just left, and they were going to Dumbledore's office.

The ward was very quiet, and Harry was the only one sitting by the bed.

"Is he all right?" Hermione asked worriedly, walking over to sit next to Harry.

"It's not life-threatening, but Madam Pomfrey said it's a deadly poison and requires a long period of rest."

"What's going on?" Aiwen asked, was it another attack planned by Malfoy? !

Harry repeated the story he had told Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and others many times.

I have to say, Ron didn't have a great birthday.

First Romitavani's powerful love potion, then the deadly poison prepared by Malfoy, poisoned, poisoned again...

Not long after Ivan and the others entered the ward, Fred and George, who got the news, also rushed to Hogwarts School Hospital to visit Ron.

"We've all heard that, bad luck, haven't we?" said Fred, looking sadly at Ron on the bed. "It's his birthday, and we've got presents."

"But we didn't expect a gift like this," said George gloomily, placing a large gift bag on Ron's bedside cabinet.

Then he sat down next to Ginny.

"Yeah, in the scenario we're imagining, he's conscious," said Fred.

"We're still planning to surprise him in Hogsmeade!" said George.

"Are you in Hogsmeade?" Ginny looked up.

"That's right. After handing over part of the production line to Muggles, George and I found that there was a considerable amount of extra funds. So, we want to buy Zuko's store." Fred said dejectedly, "Yeah. , set up a branch in Hogsmeade, Hogsmeade is much closer to the school after all, but if you can't go there to buy things on weekends, that store is still useful! Forget it, let's not talk about it now."

He pulled up a chair and sat next to Ivan on the far left, looking at Ron's pale face.

"Let's talk about Ron, who can tell me how he was poisoned?"

Harry sighed, and seeing everyone looking at him, he repeated the story he had just told.

All day long, he felt as if he had said it a hundred times.

"He drank the wine and poured it on the ground, and then I stuffed the bezoar down his throat, and his breathing became easier, and Slughorn ran to call for someone, and soon, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey Here they brought Ron here. They thought he'd be all right, and Madam Pomfrey said he'd be here for a week or two, because it's a deadly poison, and he's going to keep taking the rue."