"Didn't Dumbledore already trust me?" Ron heard Fang Ze's mockery and returned in confusion.

"Dumbledore doesn't trust anyone but Harry Potter." Fang Ze continued to say mockingly, "Of course, if Harry Potter is not the person in the prophecy, maybe he won't even trust Harry Potter. ”

"Then why didn't he ask where I learned the magic spells." Ron then asked.

"Because it's not necessary." Fang Ze explained to Ron, "Your parents are hardcore Dumbledore, the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, so you certainly didn't learn magic spells from your parents. ”

"So?" Ron looked at Fang Ze and asked, "So you can only be bewitched by people who don't mean well." ”

Fang Ze deliberately omitted the fact that Blade Shadowless was Snape's signature magic, leading Ron to think crookedly.

"Think about it, Dumbledore's right-hand man who was originally intended for his savior was actually bewitched by others, what would Dumbledore think?"

"Maybe he'll give up on me and find someone else to be Harry's assistant, like Neville Longbottom?"

"That's right." Fang Ze said to Ron, "As for whether what I said is true or not, let the next time prove it." ”

After talking to Fang Ze, the tired Ron returned to the dormitory. Originally, Ron wanted to go to bed early, but Harry had just finished blowing the whistle with the rest of the dorm room, and he and Ron had come by flying car.

This made everyone in the dorm interested in what happened to Harry and Ron. At this time, Ron returned, and naturally became the object of everyone's surrounding.

If it was Ron in the past, maybe he would be very popular with this kind of praise, but now Ron thinks that he is no longer a little kid, and he naturally disdains other people's praise.

After frustrating his roommates, Ron was getting ready to go to bed when Harry quietly came over and tried to talk to Ron.

Harry is very interested in Ron now, from the previous Tumbledown Alley to the current beating willow, Ron's fighting ability has surprised Harry, and he desperately wants to know why Ron is so powerful.

But where did Ron have the energy to chat with Harry, he was going to send Harry away in three or two sentences, but he didn't expect Harry to pester him like a kraft candy.

Ron was immediately a little angry.

He risked a leak by rescuing him from under the beater's willow and engaging in a laborious battle with Dumbledore and Snape, but now Harry was so unappreciative that he came to bother him.

Thinking like this, Ron didn't have much politeness in his words to Harry, and the two quickly parted.

Ron thought his life couldn't have been worse, but he was wrong.

The next day, Ron was eating breakfast in the hall, with wheat porridge, a few plates of pickled fish and bacon on four long tables, and the sky was dark and cloudy as it looked from the magic ceiling. Harry sat next to Hermione, who was leaning Voyage with the Vampire against the milk jug, reading the book intently. When she said good morning to them this morning, her tone was hard, and it was clear that she was still very unhappy with what they had done.

Harry didn't care about Hermione, because he knew what kind of person Hermione was, but it made Ron even more unhappy.

Because he had done the right thing, without him, Harry would still be stuck at the train station and unable to get to school, but everyone seemed to think that he had done something wrong.

Ron had just begun to eat his wheat porridge when hundreds of owls flew overhead, one after another, circling the hall. Then, they threw letters and packages into the chattering crowd.

An unidentified gray object fell into Hermione's jar, spilling milk and feathers all over them.

"Errol!" Ron yelled, lifting the wet owl in the jug. Errol couldn't stand on his feet, and fell down again, unconscious. It also had a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"Ah, no." Ron gasped.

"It's alright, it can't die," Hermione said, gently stroking its feathers with her fingertips.

"It's not it, it's this."

Ron said, pointing to the red envelope.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"She sent me a roaring bomb." Ron nearly fainted.

"Ron, you'd better open it," Neville, a classmate on the side, whispered timidly. "If you don't open it, it can be more troublesome. My grandfather once sent me one, and I ignored it, and it turned out to—" he swallowed, "it's horrible, anyway." “

Harry's gaze moved from their terrified faces to the red envelope.

"What is a Roaring Bomb?" He asked.

Ron's attention was focused on the letter, and the corners of the letter began to smoke.

"Open it," Neville urged. "It'll be over in a few minutes."

Ron shuddered and took the letter from Errol's mouth, smoothed it out, tore it open. Neville shoved his fingers into his ears. In the blink of an eye, Harry understood. He thought the letter had exploded, and an angry voice filled the hall, shaking off the dust from the ceiling.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they stole the car, and if they expelled you. If I catch you, you'll have a good look. I don't think you've ever thought about how worried your mom and dad would be when they found out that the car was missing. ”

Mrs. Weasley's voice was at least a hundred times louder than usual, howling in the air.

The plates and spoons on the table were shaken up and down, and the sound of the stone wall bouncing back was deafening.

Everyone in the hall turned to see who had received the roaring grenade, and Ron slumped in his chair, eager to shrink his entire body into a ball and keep his scarlet face from being seen.

"I received a letter from Dumbledore last night, and I think your dad will die of shame. We never taught you to do that, you and Harry should have crashed to death. Harry finally waited for his name to appear. He pretended to put his hands in his ears and couldn't hear the sound that resounded through the hall.

“…… It's a shame for the family, your father was suspended from work at the unit for inquiry, it's all your fault! If you dare to make a mistake again, we will take you home immediately. “

When he finally finished speaking, people's ears were still "buzzing" him. The red envelope fell from Ron's hand to the ground, and soon burst into flames of its own accord, burning to ashes in one fell swoop. Harry and Ron sat in their seats, speechless for a long time. A few people laughed, and then there was a whisper in the hall.

Hermione closed Voyage with the Vampire and looked down at Ron.

"I don't think you expected that, Ron, but you."

Hermione had meant to comfort Ron, though others didn't think she was saying anything to him.

But in this state, Ron apparently thought that Hermione was taunting him, so he immediately went on a rampage, scolding Hermione and Harley, and then turned away.

But even when Ron left Harry and Hermione, there were no less bad things to happen.

Thought he was going to get a greenhouse class right away. When he pushed the door open and walked in, Mr. Spooter was standing behind a tall stand in the middle of the greenhouse. About twenty or so earplugs of various colors are placed on the shelves.

Ron saw Harry and Hermione sitting there from a distance, and he didn't want to go there, but now only Harry and Hermione had a free seat next to them. So Ron reluctantly walked over, but didn't talk much to Harry and Hermione.

The teacher said, "Let's learn about the Vanrick plant today. Now who can tell me what Vanrick is for? “

As usual, Hermione was the first to raise her hand.

"Van Rick or Van Ray Gerk is a very effective replicator," she knew so familiarly that she swallowed the whole book. "For the rehabilitation of a cursed or deformed person."

"Great, add ten points to Gryffindor House." Teacher Spoult said. "While Vanex is an effective antidote, it is inherently dangerous. Does anyone tell me why? “

Hermione's hand was raised again with a rapid movement, this time nearly knocking Harry's glasses off.

"Vanrick's cry is deadly." She replied accurately.

"Quite right. Add another ten points," said Mr. Spowt, "and now the Vanrick we see here is still very tender. “

Ron looked at Hermione as he answered the question, looking very jealous. Because what he lacks most now is the recognition and praise of others, and Hermione, who is just rich and well-behaved, always gets these easily.

"You're jealous of this?" Fang Ze appeared in Ron's mind again and said, "It's just some simple knowledge. ”

"It's just simple knowledge, but damn I don't know it." Ron said to Fang Ze.

"It's simple." Fang Ze looked at Ron and said, "Do you remember the last time I taught you the needles used in magic spells, all the knowledge in Hogwarts textbooks, you only need one needle, and you will learn it completely." ”

"What do I have to pay?" Ron asked Fonzer.

"I'll teach you a magic that petrifies others by the way, and this magic is a bit like the ability of a snake that can petrify others." Fang Ze said to Ron, "As long as you use this magic on Malfoy at the right time." ”

"It's as simple as that?" Ron originally thought that Fang Ze would make the same embarrassing request as the last time he molested Hermione, but he didn't expect that this time it would be just such a simple magic.

"It's as simple as that." Fang Ze replied affirmatively.

After this lesson, Fang Ze handed Ron the memory tablets loaded with magic and knowledge, so that Ron could fully learn these things.

So Ron, who was originally just a little transparent, became a magical genius in a short period of time, he knew everything about magic, even the pages and columns of his textbook.

It was even worse than Hermione, and because of Ron's brilliance, his relationship with Harry hadn't deteriorated any further, but it hadn't improved much.

But even so, because even Hermione had to ask Ron questions from time to time, the relationship between Ron and Hermione unexpectedly returned to normal.

On this day, Ron and Hermione had just finished discussing a magic issue, and Hermione proposed to visit Harry who contacted Quedic, although Ron didn't want to see Harry, the prince, but because the outside world was now very interested in the crisis caused by the relationship between Ron and Harry, the relationship between the sworn friends, in order to avoid explaining to others what happened to him and Harry, Ron still agreed to see Harry's training.

But at this time, Gryffindor was in conflict with Slytherin because of the venue.

"Sillins!" Wood shouted at the Slytherins. "It's our training time! We're doing special exercises, and you're not allowed to come and see them! "Marcus Shrins is taller than Wood. He replied with a sinister expression, "It's a big place, Wood. ”

Angelina Alice and Katie also came over. There are no women on the Slytherin team. They stood side by side in front of the Gryffindor team, squinting at Wood.

"But I booked it!" Wood was clearly angry. "I booked it early in the morning."

"Ah," said Sillings, "but I have Professor Snape's special note. As he spoke, he pulled a note out of his pocket. The note read: "I, Professor Snape, in view of the need to train a new player, the Seekers, the concessionaire Lindlin team is practicing at the Quidditch pitch today. ”

"You've found a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was distracted. "Where?"

Behind the six tall figures came a seventh man, shorter, with a false smile on his pointy, pale face. He was Draco Malfoy.

"You're Lucieu Malfoy's son?" Fried said with a disgusted look at Malfoy.

"It's strange why you mentioned Draco's father," Sullins said, smiles on their team's faces. "Let me show you the gift he generously gave to the Slytherins."

The seven of them took out their brooms together. Seven polished brand new broomsticks, a set of large golden letters glittering in the morning sun: "Lightning 2000" unfolded before the eyes of the Gryffindor players.

"This is the latest style. I only got to buy it last month. Srins said casually as he flicked his hand off the dust on the handle.

"I think it's a lot faster than the Aura 2000, compared to Speed," he smiled at Fred and George, who held the Speedy Fifth in their hands tightly. "It's just too far off!"

For a moment, there was no one in the Gryffindor team. Malfoy's smirk grew louder and harder, squeezing his cold eyes into a line.

"Look," said Sillings, "there are two more to occupy the field." ”

Ron and Hermione walked over through the grass to see what was going on.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Harry. "Why don't you practice? What is he doing here? ”

He stared at Malfoy, who was wearing a Slytherin jersey.

"I'm a Slytherin searcher, Ron," Malfoy said triumphantly.

"Everyone is admiring the new broom that my dad bought for the team!"

Ron looked at the seven new clusters of broomsticks in front of him, and his mouth opened wide and he forgot to speak.

"Not bad, right?" Malfoy said fluently, "Maybe you Gryffindor team can go and scrape together some money to buy some new broomsticks." Then you can buy these old products for museums as exhibits. ”

The Slytherin team erupted in laughter.

"At least the Gryffindor team doesn't have to rely on props to win," Hermione retorted, "and they have real skills. ”

The smug look on Malfoy's face vanished.

"No one asks for your opinion. You Muggle descent man. He scolded angrily.

Harry had realized that Malfoy's words would cause a commotion. Sullins stepped in front of Malfoy and blocked George and Fried as they lunged at him. Alicia screamed, "How dare you say that! Ron put his hand into his robe and took out his wand, saying, "You'll regret it!" Then he pointed his wand at Malfoy, who was under Srins' arm.

Ron didn't really want to stand up for Hermione, but he realized that it was a great opportunity.

A good chance to complete Fang Ze's mission.

He waved his wand and shouted at Draco, "The snake spirit is petrified." ”