"Insecure? Ron?"
Ginny asked in surprise, "You are not kidding, professor? Hasn't Ron always been heartless? In our entire family, except for Fred and George, Ron is the funniest."
"Humor and inferiority complex are never contradictory, Miss Wesley." Professor Sprout smiled, "I can actually understand Ron's feelings... I have taught Arthur and Molly's children, I can analyze it for you from a personal perspective-"
"Let's start with Bill. Bill is your eldest son. He has always been a child of other people's families. In the fifth grade, he even obtained twelve OWLs certificates. After graduation, he went directly to Gringotts to work as a curse breaker..."
"Percy was similar. He obtained twelve OWLs and went straight to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation. As for Charlie, he has always been a good Quidditch player. Minerva was showing off the Gryffindor team in front of us headmasters all day long."
"When she heard that Charlie didn't become a professional Quidditch player, Minerva was sad for a long time."
Professor Sprout changed his dancing posture to the music and spoke amiably.
Harry and Ginny's attention was no longer focused on dancing. They swayed along with the movements of Dracula and Professor Sprout, and listened carefully to her comments on Ron's performance.
"Thinking about it, the Weiss family is really full of talented people." Dracula chuckled and said, "It would be better if they could live in peace, especially the twins, they are really annoying."
"Fred and George are indeed quite naughty." Speaking of those two funny guys, even the amiable Professor Sprout sighed helplessly, "Among the students I have met in my career, only Harry's father and his friends more than a decade ago can compete with these two little guys."
"But having said that, although they are naughty, they are also very smart. It is rare to see students who are not focused on their studies but can get five OWLs certificates in all my years of teaching!"
Hearing this, Harry nodded in agreement.
He had never seen the Wesley twins study seriously, otherwise he and Ron would not have been so surprised when they saw the twins reading around the fireplace outside the boys' dormitory.
However, these two guys were able to pass the wizard level exams in five subjects... You know, these assessments are not like ordinary final exams. Many young wizards with average academic performance can only get three or four certificates at most!
"They both have really useful brains." Dracula chuckled. "Those two guys would often bring their own little magic props to me for evaluation... The production level isn't that great, but they do have a lot of ideas."
"Let's see how they behave in the future. If they stop being so naughty, maybe I'll introduce them to Nico one day when I'm in a good mood."
"Nicolas Flamel?!" Professor Sprout opened his mouth in surprise, then turned to look at Ginny and said seriously, "Did you hear me, Ginny? Tell your two brothers to pay attention when you go back. This is a matter that affects their future!"
Ginny nodded quickly.
"Don't be so serious, I'm just saying... I don't know if Nico agrees or not." Dracula smiled and shook his head.
Then, an interested look appeared on his face again. "But I do want to see what kind of expression the old guy would have if Nico's alchemy technology was used by the two Weisses to make joke products."
Harry swallowed silently.
He always felt that if Nicolas Flamel really accepted Fred and George as his apprentices, then in the future, when other people thought of the alchemy skills of this highly respected alchemist, they might feel uncomfortable looking at them...
"Okay, let's stop talking about the topic. I haven't finished yet." Professor Sprout said with a smile.
At this time, a song played by the Weird Sisters had just finished, and they walked out of the dance floor together and sat down at a banquet table with many empty seats.
"Where were we? Oh, yes, we were talking about Fred and George, right?"
Professor Sprout went on to analyze, "Though the grades of the two little guys are not as good as their three older brothers, as Professor Dracula said, they are very talented in other areas."
"Besides, the twins have such a good relationship and have been inseparable for a long time. They will definitely not have the illusion of being ignored and unloved like Ron often does."
She turned to look at Ginny, "Ron is the youngest boy in your family, and you are the youngest girl. There is only one year difference in age between you two, right?"
Ginny nodded somewhat dazedly.
"Then the crux of the problem is very clear." Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said to her.
"Arthur and Molly were able to raise so many outstanding children, which proves that they are indeed a very good pair of parents - despite this, with so many boys, they will still, like other families, involuntarily give preference to the only youngest girl."
"You mean... me?" Ginny blinked and raised a finger to her nose.
"Yes, you are about the same age as Ron, but you are loved more than him. It is normal for him to have an unbalanced mentality." Professor Sprout said, "This psychological imbalance may not be reflected in normal times, but it has been accumulated in Ron's heart."
"Meanwhile, his two best friends—"
Professor Sprout looked at Harry again, "Harry Potter, the savior, the genius Quidditch player and one of the five warriors, and Miss Hermione Granger, who has long been the top student in the grade..."
"Born in such a family environment and having two such outstanding friends, in my opinion, Ron's performance is many times better than other little wizards."
"So, I hope you can think from his perspective and be more considerate of your brother and friend." Professor Sprout smiled gently, "Go back and talk to Hermione about this. Don't let these little things affect your friendship."
"It is normal for adolescents to have conflicts occasionally. As long as you can resolve the conflicts with your heart, your friendship will go a step further."
Professor Sprout's analysis and consolation gave Harry and Ginny a completely different perspective.
They had never thought about it from Ron's perspective. They just thought that it was wrong and unreasonable for him to lose his temper and be upset, but they didn't realize why he behaved like that.
After Professor Sprout's analysis, they could better understand Ron's difficulties and also knew the weakest part of Ron's heart.
Just as Harry and Ginny were still deep in thought, a chirping sound came from the side, interrupting their thoughts.
Harry raised his head and looked at Professor Dracula who was sitting not far away tasting wine.
They saw a large group of witches of different grades surrounding Dracula in three circles inside and outside, shouting anxiously.
"Professor, what happened with Professor Dracula?" Harry cautiously asked Professor Sprout next to him.
"Oh, you mean Professor Dracula!" Professor Sprout glanced over there and said with a smile, "A group of little girls are vying to invite him to dance!"
"Invite Professor Dracula to dance? So many people?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"Yes, Minerva and I just occupied their Professor Dracula, so they were quite restrained." Professor Sprout said, "Now that he is free, of course those little witches are rushing over."
As she spoke, she suddenly sighed, "It's no wonder those little girls are so excited... If I were twenty years younger, I might be even more enthusiastic than them!"
"So, did Professor Dracula agree to dance with them?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Of course they agreed, otherwise they wouldn't be so excited." Professor Sprout smiled, "In order to be fair, Dracula asked them to line up one by one, and each of them dance until the end of the dance!"
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At midnight, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, and everyone gave them a last round of applause before starting to walk toward the foyer.
Many people wanted the ball to last longer, including Harry and Ginny, but not Dracula.
Dracula danced with countless little girls. He felt like he had lived for more than a thousand years, but he had never been so tired...
Likewise, Ron wasn't one of those who wanted the dance to be extended.
Ron felt that this evening was not a happy one -
I was depressed watching Hermione dancing with my former idol. My original dance partner was so angry with him that he ran away with someone else. My sister was chatting enthusiastically with her best friend...
He sat at the banquet table with lifeless eyes, and when the music faded away, he left the hall like a zombie and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
As he walked down the road, he saw George running down the marble stairs holding a golden egg with an extremely excited look on his face.
"Ron, do you see where Harry is?" George asked Ron, not noticing the lost look on Ron's face.
"I don't know. Maybe he's still bullying Ginny?" Ron muttered, barely opening his mouth.
"I understand. Thank you, little Luo Luo!" George said thank you casually and continued to run down the stairs.
Harry and Ginny bumped into George holding the golden egg at the door of the hall.
Then they remembered that George didn't seem to be at the dance, and only Fred was dancing with his partner Angelina.
"What's the matter, George?" Harry asked. "Why didn't you come to the ball?"
"Shh - keep your voice down." George looked around, grabbed Harry and pulled him to an empty corner of the entrance courtyard.
After making sure that there was no one else around, he stuffed the golden egg in his hand into Harry's arms and raised his eyebrows at him mysteriously.
"I've discovered the secret of the golden egg, Harry!" said George proudly.
"What? You cracked it?" Harry's eyes widened.
He was so absorbed in the dance that he almost forgot that the second event of the Final Four was waiting for him.
"That's right!" George nodded. "In fact, Fred and I found some clues before, but there was no way to verify it."
"So today I let Fred go to the dance by himself, and then I snuck into the prefects' bathroom while everyone was at the Yule Ball..."
"Wait, why did you sneak into the prefect's bathroom? What does this have to do with the golden egg?" Harry was full of doubts and asked several questions in a row. "Also, don't you need a password to enter there? How did you get in?"
"Oh, the passwords there haven't changed. We got them out of Percy a long time ago," George said in a nonchalant manner. "Only the prefects' bathroom has a bathtub. Our shower is useless."
"Don't ask anything else for now. Let's go there quickly since the dance has just ended and there's no one else in the bathroom!"
"The two of us are going to the prefect's bathroom, so...what about Ginny?" Harry glanced at his dance partner and said hesitantly.
"If Ginny wants to go, you can ask her to take a shower with you," George said with a smirk.
Ginny's face turned red, she stamped her feet angrily, glared at George, and then followed the crowd to the Gryffindor common room.
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The moonlight shone in the corridor, which was empty and very quiet, in stark contrast to the noisy auditorium.
George took Harry to the statue of "Hutu Boris" - this was a wizard with a confused expression and the gloves on his hands were worn backwards.
George followed the statue to a door nearby and spoke the command to the door:
“Fresh pineapple.”
The door creaked open.
Harry followed George in, locked the door, and looked around.
"Wow, being a prefect isn't so bad!" he exclaimed.
In front of them was an extremely luxurious bathroom. Above their heads there was a luxurious chandelier with candles lit, casting a warm soft light in the room. Everything was made of snow-white marble, including the bathtub in the middle that was sunken into the ground.
The bath was like a rectangular swimming pool with about a hundred golden faucets on the edge, and each faucet had a gem of a different color inlaid on the handle.
In addition, there is a diving board outside the bath, as if it could really be used as a swimming pool.
The windows were hung with snow-white linen curtains; a pile of fluffy white towels stood in one corner.
On the wall hung a painting in a gilded frame, showing a golden-haired mermaid sleeping soundly on a rock, her long hair falling across her face and trembling slightly with every breath she took.
"There's no need to envy them. Don't you already know the password?" George said with a smile, "Fred and I often sneak in here, and we don't have to do the work of the prefects. This is the most comfortable thing."
"So, what should we do?" Harry asked, looking at the golden egg in his hand.
"Well... I suggest you just throw it in!" George said.
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