Harry yawned.

This is really a bit too much, what is this, in the case of trying to escape, forcibly Amway a wave of dog food?

He didn't expect to hear that, and he didn't expect to hear that. They were friends, but if Ron started calling Lavender "Laven-LaVine" he would have to resolutely oppose it.

What is this?

Giving a friend a head crit?

Originally, Harry thought that he had a strong heart, after all, Van Lin and Hermione had been feeding them dog food for several years, and then Harry felt that he had been able to do this kind of thing without being shocked, but what about first?

After getting used to Van Lin, change to Ron?

And his little 'Raven'?

？？？

Harry felt a little choke in his chest, and besides, he had a word of McPie to tell Ron.

Harry glanced at Van Lin with some resentment, which made Van Lin feel that something was not quite right.

Well...... Perhaps, anyway, for Ron and Lavender, Van Lin had been trying to bring the two of them together in the early days, and now, wouldn't it have turned out quite well anyway, although it wasn't very kind to Harry.

That's also the pot where Harry's mind is not determined.

Originally, Harry had a lot of opportunities to stand here and give Ron a critical blow, but there were too many people dangling, and in the end, Harry's target fell on Ginny at the beginning.

Oh, Ginny was in pain for years, and then the two of them missed it like the most bloody plot development?

"Why don't you skip breakfast because of that?" asked Van Lin with a dry smile, trying to make the conversation normal.

"I don't think she knows I'm here. Ron said in despair.

"Of course she knew you existed, and she kissed you. Harry said impatiently that Lavender had been nibbling with Ron all day, and even other ...... This or that......

Harry didn't want to repeat it, and if Ron was saying such stupid things, Harry wouldn't mind having a close hand-to-hand fight with Ron?

Feel the power of philosophy......

Ron blinked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?" Van Lin was a little confused, Ron was acting unnaturally, he should have seen what form of Lavender had seen, here to concentrate on the anger Harry?

I have to admit that Ron acted a lot like that, but it wasn't fun at all.

"Romedahl," Ron said very gently, as he spoke, his face seemed to be illuminated by a ray of pure sunlight, like a clear sky peeling away the clouds, and Ron's whole body was a little fluttering, as if he was about to return to the arms of the goddess.

The three of them stared at each other for nearly a minute, and the atmosphere froze a little strangely, to be exact, the smiles on Van Lin and Harry's faces had disappeared, and as for Ron, Ron was now smiling like the stupid son of the neighbor's house.

Harry was a little sluggish and said, "It's a joke, isn't it?

Yes, it must be a joke, Harry thinks Ron is a ...... right now

"I want to ...... Friends. I think I love her," Ron said in an unfamiliar voice.

"Do you love her?" Van Lin was a little odd, he seemed to have heard the name.

"Okay," Harry said as he walked over to Ron and looked at his glass-plated eyes and pale face, "well... Now let's be honest again. ”

"I love her," Ron gasped, "Don't you see her hair, black and shiny and smooth... Her eyes, her big, dark eyes, and—"

"It's ridiculous," Harry said, shaking his head, "but that's the joke, isn't it?"

In fact, Harry was a little angry, and the joke wasn't funny at all.

Harry immediately turned to leave, and only took two steps towards the door when he felt something knock him down on his right ear. Shaking and looking around, Ron's fist had just been withdrawn, his face contorted with anger, and it looked like he was about to hit again.

Almost at the same time, he instinctively pulled his wand out of his pocket without thinking much of shouting a spell: Hang the Admiralty upside down!

Ron's heels twisted together hung upside down, his robes hanging down, swaying powerlessly.

"Are you crazy, Ron?" Van Lin said incredulously, if there was no problem with Ron's brain, then there must have been a problem with the way Van Lin got up today.

"Why is that?" Harry shouted as well, having been attacked by Ron?

"You insulted her, you said it was a joke!" Ron shouted, his face slowly turning purple as most of the blood rushed to his head.

"How stupid, how did this happen?" Van Lin suddenly saw the open lid box on Ron's bed, the postmark on it caught his attention, it was meant to be for Harry, to be exact.

"Those chocolate frogs you got from?" called Van Lin.

"It's a birthday present!" Ron yelled at Harry, writhing slowly in mid-air to get free, "I'll let you eat a piece too, remember?"

"You picked it up from the floor, right?" Harry was aware of the problem.

"They fell out of my bed, didn't they? let me get down!" Ron writhed like a big caterpillar all the time.

"Didn't they fall out of your bed, you idiot, don't you understand? These chocolate frogs are mine, and I threw them out when I was looking for a map. It was given to me by Romidal before Christmas, and they were all put on love pills. Harry said a little badly, he should have thought of it, oh, the name Romedahl is a bit long, just one glance, and then Van Lin teased twice, but no one remembered it at all.

But it looked like there was only one word left in Ron's head.

"Romedahl?" he repeated, "you mean Romedahl? Harry—you know her? Can you introduce me to her?"

Harry stared at the swaying Ron, whose face had a terrifying look of hope and a smile of desire. Part of him—the part near his slightly aching right ear—was in favor of putting Ron down, and watched him go berserk until the potion's effects wore off......

But on the other hand, they were friends, and they couldn't leave him alone when he was in trouble, and perhaps he could have taken another blow if he could endorse Ron's professed eternal love for Romidah.

"Hey, Harry will introduce you, can I put you down now?" Van Lin shook his wand and sent Ron back to the floor (a move that made Harry's ears hurt terribly), but Ron just jumped on his feet and laughed.

"So, Harry, why didn't you throw him away?"

"Oh, I forgot. Harry said with some weakness as he had all his thoughts on Ginny.

Who is Romidahl? Can you eat it?

"Oh, don't talk about that. Harry was a little agitated, then turned to Ron.

"She should be in Sghorn's office," Harry said in confidence, leading the way to the door.

"Why is she there?" said Ron, worried, but his body hastened to follow.

"Oh, she's got extra Potions lessons," Harry imagined. "Maybe I can ask me to take these classes with her. ”

Ron said enthusiastically. "Good idea," Harry said.

Harry didn't know - Lavender was waiting at the mouth of the portrait hole. "Oh dear, Ron-Ron!" she said, pouting. "I'm going to give you a birthday—"

"Leave me alone," Ron said immediately, "and Harry was about to introduce me to Romy Dahl. Without saying anything more, he walked out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to apologize to Lavender, but it might have been easier and more pleasant to turn away, as she looked very unpleasant as the fat lady swayed behind them.

This made Harry a little sullen, and he estimated that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he knocked on the door of Slughorn's office anyway, and Slughorn was wearing green velvet pajamas and nightcap, which he opened sleepily eyes.

"Harry," he muttered, "it's too early...... I usually sleep on Saturdays...... Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry said as calmly as he could, as Ron lifted his toes and tried to cross Slughorn to see his room, "But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, can you detoxify him, can you? I should have taken him to see Madam Pomfrey, but we can't say it's a matter of the gadgets in the Weasley Magic Shop, you know......"

"Stupid question...... I suppose you must be planning to come over him and try to cure him, Harry, a potion connoisseur like you, don't you?" Slughorn asked pleasantly.

"Well," Harry said, looking a little distraught, Ron was actually elbowing his ribs and trying to get into the house.

"Well, I've never had a cure for love potions, sir, and I can't do that this time when Ron looks serious. ”

In fact, Ron's choice of this time to start moaning was so effective that he ate more than half of the chocolate frogs, and who knows how many bottles it was.

"I can't see her, Harry, did you hide her?"

"The medicine still works?" Slughorn asked, looking at Ron professionally,

"It's still very strong, you know, they stay there for a long time. Harry panted and continued to explain, as he almost fell to stop Ron from hitting Slughorn.

"It's his birthday, Professor," Harry added, and he just wanted Slavhorn to get things out of his way for now, so that Ron could lie down like a dead dog, or get back to normal.

"Oh, well, come in, come in," Slughorn said generously, "there's necessities in my belt, it's not a hard ...... cure"

Ron snorted and rushed into Slughorn's overcrowded study, tripped over a tasseled footstool, and didn't balance until he grabbed Harry's neck, muttering, "She's not here, where is she?"

"She's not here," Harry said impatiently, noticing Slughorn open his potion box and add something to a small crystal bottle.

"That's good," Ron said eagerly, "how do I look?"

"Very handsome!" Slughorn said calmly, handing Ron a small vial of clear liquid, "Drink it now, it's a courage tonic that will keep you calm when she comes, you know ......"

"That's great," Ron said eagerly, swallowing the antidote. Harry and Slughorn looked at Ron, and after a moment, very slowly, Ron smiled and relaxed, no longer in a panicked expression.

"Okay?" asked Harry with a smile, Slughorn giggled.

"Thank you so much, Professor. ”

"No thanks, my boy, you're welcome," Slughorn said, and Ron collapsed into the chair next to him, looking terrible.

"Lift him up, that's what he needs most," Slavhorn continued, picking up his drink from the cluttered table, "I've got butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got the last bottle of oak mead...... Well...... I was going to give Dumbledore a ...... at Christmas Ah, well, he shrugged his shoulders and continued, he must not miss this!Why don't we turn him on now to celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday?Nothing takes more courage than to chase away the pain of a broken love......

Slughorn smirked again, and Harry realized that this was the first time he had been alone with Slughorn since that fiasco in asking about true memories.

Perhaps, he can keep Slughorn in a good mood...... Maybe they want enough oak mead......

"Take it," Slughorn handed Harry and Ron a glass of mead each, holding his own glass aloft, "Well, happy birthday, Ralph-"

"Uh...... It's Ron......" Harry whispered.

But Ron, who didn't seem to hear it, had already poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it. For a second or two, the heart almost stopped, and Harry and Slughorn realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Uh...... Can you give me another drink...... Ron!"

Suddenly, Ron had thrown away his cup, half of his nose wrinkled, his hands and feet began to twitch uncontrollably, his mouth foaming, his eyes bulging out.

"Professor!" Harry yelled, "save him!"

But Slughorn looked stunned by the sudden turn of events, Ron twitched, breathless, and his skin began to turn blue.

"What...... But......," Slughorn said hastily.

Harry jumped over the low table and hurried to Slughorn's open potion box, rummaging through the bottles and cans, and the sound of Ron's hard breathing filled the room, and he found ...... Bezoar...... Looks like this is the medicine that Slughorn had taken from Harry earlier.

He hurried back to Ron's side, ripped Ron's jaw open, and shoved the bezoar into Ron's mouth. And now, Harry could only hope that the half-blood prince would not lie to him, and for poison, all he needed was a bezoar, like this, directly into their throats.

Ron trembled violently, but thankfully, he calmed down after a moment of respite.