"Well, catch him, kid, catch him!" said Slughorn, "I have the essentials in my bag, and this antidote is not difficult......"

Ron turned a blind eye to their conversation, and he kept looking around and squeezing forward.

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

"She hasn't come yet. Harry said, hugging Ron's neck so he wouldn't burrow under the couch, as he watched as Slughorn opened the dispensing bag and added a little bit of this and that to a small crystal bottle.

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

"Very handsome!" Slughorn walked over and handed Ron a clear liquid, "Drink it, it's nerve-nourishing, it will keep you calm when she comes, and become more girly." ”

"Fantastic, that's exactly what I needed. Ron said impatiently, grunting and drinking the antidote.

Harry and Slughorn watched him, and for a moment, Ron looked at them with a grin.

Then, slowly, slowly, his smile faded away, eventually turning into extreme fear.

"Normal?" Harry asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

"Thank you very much, Professor. ”

"You're welcome, kid, you're welcome. Slughorn said, "Hands up, hands up." ”

Ron slumped into the armchair next to him, looking at his knees in disbelief as if frost had been struck.

He remembered the terrible words and those terrible thoughts he had just said, and even had the heart to die, what did he do!

"Come on, Titi Spirit, this is what he needs right now. Slughorn continued, hurrying over to a table full of drinks, "I've got butterbeer, wine, and the last bottle of oak-aged mead, well, why don't we open it and celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday? There's no better way to dispel the pain of love disillusionment than a good glass of wine......"

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

"Come on!" Slughorn handed Harry and Ron a glass of wine each, holding up the glass, "Happy birthday, Ralph!"

"It's Ron, Professor!" Harry corrected in a whisper.

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 terrible wrong, and Slughorn didn't seem to notice.

"Well, Lovell, I wish you more ...... in the future"

"Ron!" Harry shouted.

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

Even more surprising happened, Ron dropped his glass and tried to get up from his chair, but collapsed.

His limbs were spasming violently, his mouth was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were bulging, he was poisoned!

"Professor!" Harry yelled, "think of a way!"

But Slughorn seemed stunned, and didn't know what to do, just looked at Ron in shock.

In the blink of an eye, Ron twitched, breathless, and his skin began to turn blue.

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

Harry knew he had to do something, he left Slughorn alone, and rushed to Slughorn's open dispensing bag, pulled out the bottles and jars, rummaging inside, Ron was poisoned, and had to be detoxified.

Not far away, Ron's horrible gurgling breath 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 his mouth open, and put the bezoar in his mouth.

Ron shivered violently, grunted and gasped, his body limp and still.

For a moment, all that remained in the room was the heavy wheezing sound that looked like a bellows.

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After Ron was taken to the school hospital, Evan, Hermione, Ginny, and others got the news.

It was already the afternoon of the incident, and by the time they arrived, Ron was already lying in a hospital bed like dead.

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

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

The room was quiet, except for Harry to sit alone on the edge of his bed.

"Is he alright?" Hermione asked worriedly, walking over to sit down beside Harry.

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

"What the hell is going on?" asked Aven, another Malfoy-orchestrated attack?!

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

I have to say, Ron's birthday is really not good.

First Romida Vanney's potent aphrodisiac, then Malfoy's deadly poison, poisoned, poisoned......

Shortly after Evan and the others entered the ward, Fred and George, who had received the news, also rushed to Hogwarts Hospital to visit Ron.

"We've all heard, and that's unlucky, isn't it?" Fred said, looking sadly at Ron on the bed, "It's his birthday, and we've got a present." ”

"But we didn't expect this to be a gift. George said gloomily as he placed a large goodie bag on the cabinet at Ron's bedside.

Then he sat down next to Ginny.

That is, in the scenario we imagined, he was awake. Fred said.

"We're also planning to be in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him!" George said.

"Are you in Hogsmeade?" said Ginny, looking up.

"Well, after handing over some of the production line to the Muggles, George and I found that there was a lot of extra money, and the amount was quite substantial. So, we wanted to buy Jokowi's storefront. Fred hung his head and said, "Well, get a Hogsmeade branch, Hogsmeade is a lot closer to the school after all, but if you can't go shopping on the weekend, that store still has a ghost! ”

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

"Or Ron, can anyone tell me how he got poisoned?"

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

For a whole day, he felt as if he was about to say it a hundred times.

He drank and fell to the ground, and then I shoved the bezoar into his throat, and his breathing was a little easier, and Slughorn ran to call for someone, and soon Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey arrived, and they carried Ron here. They thought he would be fine, and Madam Pomfrey said he would stay here for another week or two, because it was a deadly poison, and he was going to continue taking rue essence. ”