Ron punched so hard that Harry fell backwards.
Then, when he saw Ron, he wanted to pounce on him.
Harry instinctively pulled out his wand, and the spell jumped into his head without thinking: Fuchsia!
The next second, Ron yelled, and his heels were suddenly pulled up again.
He was helplessly hanging upside down in the air, his robe drooping down, his legs kicking and struggling vigorously into the air.
"Why is that?" Harry growled, getting up, "You're crazy, Ron, why did you hit me?!"
"You insulted her, Harry! You said it was a joke! You said she looked like a troll!" cried Ron, blood welling up to his head and turning purple. "You have to Apologize to her!"
"That's ridiculous!" said Harry. "I shouldn't have said that, but what the hell did you hit..."
He suddenly noticed the open box on Ron's bed, and his heart looked like Romilda Vane being run away, no, it was hit by a running troll.
The box of chocolate cauldrons was the last time he had received it from Romilda Vane, at the Christmas party organized by Slughorn, because Harry had been slow to find a female partner, and many girls were interested in him. some kind of special thought. Among them, Romilda Vane was the most urgent one, eager to make Harry fall in love with her immediately.
"Where did this chocolate cauldron come from?"
"It's a birthday present!" cried Ron, spinning slowly as he hung there, trying to break free.
"You picked it up off the ground, didn't you?"
"It fell off my bed, now put me down, Harry! If you apologize to her, I'll forgive you!"
"It didn't fall out of your bed, you fool, don't you understand? It was mine, thrown out of the box when I was looking for a map. It was given to me by Romilda Vane before Christmas chocolate cauldron with a love potion in it!"
Harry finished in shock, but Ron seemed to catch only one word.
"Romeda! Oh, Romilda! Did you say Romilda? Harry, do you know her? Can you introduce me?"
Harry stared at Ron, who was hanging upside down, at the face that was now filled with great desire, and suppressed a strong smile.
Part of him, the part closest to the burning right ear, wanted to put Ron down.
Then, to see him go crazy, to see him rush out to find Romilda Vane, will be the latest news to break in school this year.
At that time, there will be a good show to watch!
Who told Ron to beat himself just now, he should have received this kind of lesson.
But on the other hand, they were still friends, and Ron was out of his mind when he hit him.
Harry thought that if he had sent Ron to profess his undying love for Romilda Vane, he would have deserved another punch.
"Okay, let me introduce you." Harry said after turning his head, "I'll let you down now, okay?"
He let Ron fall to the ground, and Ron jumped up immediately, grinning.
"Where is she, Harry, where are we going to find her?"
"Come on, it's just outside," said Harry, leading Ron out of the dormitory.
Because it was breakfast time, there was no one in the public rest room.
Harry looked at Ivan's room next door, but there was no one there either.
Ivan and Hermione are already in the auditorium, waiting to give Ron a birthday surprise.
What a surprise, Harry thought, and what a shock it would be if he led Ron there!
Because he was sure that Romilda Vane was in the auditorium at this moment, and if Ron saw her...
"Harry, where is she? I didn't see her…" said Ron.
"She's in Slughorn's office," Harry said confidently.
"Why is she there?" Ron hurried to follow, asking anxiously.
"Oh, you know, she's taking Potions lessons with him," Harry said nonsense, "Potions tutoring."
"Maybe I can apply to go to bed with her?" said Ron eagerly.
"What a good idea," Harry said perfunctorily, leading Ron down the stairs.
Lavender was waiting by the portrait hole, something Harry hadn't expected.
"Happy birthday, Ro-Ro, I want to talk to you!" she pouted, "I got a birthday present for..."
"Get out of the way!" said Ron impatiently. "Harry is going to introduce me to Romilda Vane."
He didn't speak to her again, and squeezed out of the portrait hole.
Lavender looked distraught, and Harry couldn't describe that expression!
She didn't rush to beat Ron now, she can only say that she is better cultivated, or her brain has not reacted yet, one thing is certain, if Ron doesn't explain it properly after he wakes up, his relationship with Lavender will definitely be It's over.
Under the guidance of the Marauder's Map, Harry then tried to avoid other people.
He thinks that Ivan or Hermione should have a way to solve this problem and make Ron wake up, but the two of them have been in the auditorium, and he and Ron can't go there, so he can only lead Ron to Slughorn En to the office.
Ron's current state couldn't be delayed any longer. Harry had expected the effects of the medicine to pass soon, but it didn't. As time went by, Ron seemed to be more and more hopelessly addicted to Romilda Wan. Ni, can't extricate myself.
No sooner had Harry knocked than the door swung open!
Slughorn was still bleary-eyed in a green velvet dressing gown and a nightcap of the same colour.
"It's you, Harry!" he muttered. "It's too early, what's the matter? I usually get up late on Saturdays..."
"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry said as quietly as possible, and Ron tiptoed, trying to look into the room past Slughorn, "but my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, could you give him some Antidote? It's something from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, so I brought him straight to you, you know, we can't be caught buying…"
"Oh, come on in, boy, it's no problem of that kind," said Slughorn, stepping away. "He needs a bottle of antidote, and I thought you'd already got him one, Harry. Aren't you a potion expert? I think Aiwen or Hermione should be able to make this antidote, and based on the performance of the three of you in class, there is no problem."
"Er!" Harry was a little distracted, as Ron was elbowing him in the ribs, trying to squeeze his way into the room, "Well, sir, I've never made an antidote for a love potion, my good friend." Ivan and Hermione don't have either, and it's too late to talk about it. By the time we match it, Ron may have done something serious... "
That's when Ron wailed, helpfully, "I can't see her, Harry, is he hiding her?"
"Tsk tsk, this kind of reaction, the potion hasn't expired, right?" Slughorn began to look at Ron with professional interest, "You know, the longer you leave it on, the stronger the potion will be."
"No wonder, that box of chocolate cauldrons has been sitting there for a while," panted Harry, who was literally fighting Ron now to keep him from knocking Slughorn over. "Today's his birthday." , he no doubt ate it as his birthday present, Professor, hurry up!"