Looking at Ron, who was following Harry, Morgan, George, and Fred all glanced at each other.

In the world of magic, anything can be discovered.

George and Fred stepped forward quietly, holding Ron left and right, and one pinched Ron's face and pulled it out.

Ron's face was pulled away and he was also angry, and he kept waving his hands, "Chelate......"

I didn't want George and Fred to let go of their hands and nod at Morgan.

"Sure, this is my stupid brother."

Ron, who was let go, punched George with one punch, but how could he be the opponent of the two George brothers, and as soon as he turned his head, Ron was dragged into a corner and brutally suppressed.

Harry tried to stop him, but saw Morgan shake his head.

Out of trust in his friend, Harry didn't step forward.

Unbeknownst to him, Morgan hadn't noticed Harry's reaction, he shook his head just because he wasn't comfortable with his glasses on.

It had been determined that Ron who appeared in the dormitory was fake, and Morgan didn't think about how that guy became Ron, anyway, it was an enemy.

Morgan has never been polite to the enemy, and when he shook his head, Morgan had already given many orders.

At this time, in Morgan's dormitory, Ron, who had a purple turban on his head, was carefully pushing open the door, although it was school time, but this instinct still made him be careful.

After seeing that there was no one else in the dormitory, he touched his purple bandana, as if he was following some orders.

Morgan is very disdainful of this strange behavior of the purple turban is the body, he can wear the purple turban like this, there is only one person in the whole Hogwarts, such an obvious feature is embarrassed to play with polyjuice potion, I really don't know how his brain grows.

Could it be that his IQ has been absorbed by the face behind him?

Purple Turban, unaware that his every move was being watched, he first pretended that Ron was spinning around in front of Ron's bed, as if he was in a hurry to go to school but couldn't find the textbook he needed for class.

After a moment, after making sure that there were no other obstructive figures in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to Morgan's bed.

At this time, there was a kitten lying on Morgan's bed, which was Morgan's pet Flecken.

The little guy who didn't know where to run to the night in the middle of the night is sleeping soundly now.

When the purple turban Ron came over, the little one didn't even lift his head.

Glancing at where the kitten was sleeping, Ron walked to the bedside table as he pulled out a wand to prevent little Fracken from waking up.

Just as Ron in the purple turban walked to the bedside table and wanted to open it, he heard a buzzing sound coming from around him.

Purple Turban Ron didn't even think about it, his body pounced forward, and he threw himself to the ground.

And in the position where he was standing just now, there were six more steel needles that flashed with cold light.

Purple Turban Ron reacted quickly, and after encountering an attack, he didn't need to look back, he judged the enemy's location, and hit it backwards with a green light with a backhand.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been hit by this green light a long time ago.

But the purple turban Ron never expected that it was not a human who attacked him behind him, but three golden snitches in a row.

His counterattack, which was beautiful enough to be written into the textbook, was in vain, but because he turned around early, his movements were a little deformed, and he couldn't help but stumble a little when he straightened up.

With such a good opportunity, the three golden snitches that flew over were caught, and the three golden snitches actually took the initiative to open their faces, and something like a water spray gun hose stretched out from their bodies.

When Ron saw it, he knew it wasn't a good thing without even thinking about it, and with a wave of his wand in his hand, a bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of his wand and shot at the three golden snitches.

Under the effect of lightning, the three golden snitches were blackened on the spot and smoked and fell.

Just as the Purple Turban Ron had a disdainful smile on his face, six jets of water sprayed at him from all sides.

It turned out that at some point, two more groups of golden snitches with such a font appeared around him.

Those golden snitches have squirted out the liquid stored in their bodies.

Ron didn't know where these liquids came from, but he instinctively understood that these were not good things, and he quickly raised his hand forward, trying to cover his face.

But it was too late, and the liquid was still like a line at first, but after flying out of a distance, it dispersed into a mist, and the liquid enveloped the purple turban Ron from several directions.

Purple Turban Ron felt only a pain in his face, many large and small blisters on his body, and his skin began to change color, from strange purple to green to red, one by one as if he had knocked over the palette.

The color change was a little better, and Ron began to feel as if his body was being affected, his strength seemed to be drained, and his bones began to soften.

"What kind of potion is this, how can it have such an effect."

In fact, even Morgan doesn't know this question.

He had obtained the potions from his homework in each of Neville's Potions classes, each time Neville had to blow up a cauldron, and Morgan could only collect a small potion.

As for what kind of effect the potion will have, Morgan has not experimented with himself, so he is not very sure.

And the purple turban Ron Ke, who was attacked by the potion for the first time, suffered a sin, he only felt that his whole body was not good, his skin began to smoke, his body began to twist, and his bones seemed to be affected, and he was about to turn into egg yolk crisp.

Purple Turban Ron felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, he quickly pulled his clothes, covered his head and rushed out the door, it could be seen that he was going to use his clothes to block the liquid that was spraying.

But he really thought too much, the potions that Neville concocted sometimes couldn't even stop the cauldron, and the clothes wanted to protect his head and face, which was impossible.

When he was about to rush to the door, little Flecon, who had been lying on the bed, seemed to be woken up.

It probed its head to look at Ron, the purple turban, as if wondering what was wrong with this guy, why he was being attacked, why he was so embarrassed.

Perhaps because little Fleken raised his head, Purple Turban Ron seemed to be stimulated, and he waved his wand at little Fleken.

Little Flekon instinctively felt wrong, and as soon as it opened its mouth, a large number of octopus-like tentacles bounced towards Ron.