Hermione pulled Lavender out of the common room, but luckily there weren't many people in the hallway, and they could easily see the backs of Harry and Ron.

Seeing this, Lavender was about to rush over quickly, but Hermione didn't pay attention to it, and watched her run over. By the time Hermione chased after hermione, Ron was still saying those hurtful words.

"Aphrodisiac?" Hermione whispered to Harry, who nodded as he pulled Ron towards the stairs, still saying to himself, "Aren't you looking for Romida?" Let's go......"

Lavender's tears swirled in his eyes again, and he couldn't do it. She had heard Hermione's words and already knew what had happened to Ron.

"What to do, Hermione?"

"Let's keep up!"

Harry and Ron were in front, Hermione and Lavender were in the back, and soon they were outside Slughorn's door. Harry knocked anxiously on the door, and opened it with a knock.

"Harry, it's too early...... Slughorn scanned Harry and Ron with sleepy eyes in his green velvet pajamas, as well as Hermione and Lavender not far behind them.

"I'm sorry Professor." Harry whispered as he tried to stop Ron from trying to rush in.

"My friend Ron has taken an aphrodisiac by mistake, can you give him some antidote? I was going to take him to Madam Pomfrey, but Weasley's Magic Tricks is forbidden, so ...... It would be embarrassing if asked......"

"Didn't you get him an antidote, Harry?" Slughorn asked after a moment's reckoning.

"I've never had an antidote to aphrodisiac, Professor, when I do, maybe Ron ......"

"Where is she! I can't see her, Harry! Harry was explaining when Ron suddenly wailed.

This voice also sobered Slughorn, and he looked at the spring-hearted Ron with interest, and asked, "The potion hasn't expired, has it?" You know, the longer you leave it on, the stronger it gets. ”

"I don't know, but it's been at least three months." Harry panted as he had to put most of his strength into stopping Ron.

"Well, come in, and Miss Granger and Miss Brown, come in......" Slughorn understood and stepped aside, "This antidote is not difficult......"

As soon as he got out of the way, Ron jerked away from Harry and rushed in, his eyes scanning Slughorn's crowded study, muttering Romilda's name.

At this moment, Hermione walked in with a crying Lavender, and gave Slughorn an apologetic expression.

"Sorry Professor, I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, it's okay, like I said, the antidote is easy......" Slughorn said as he opened his dispensing bag and added the ingredients to a glass bottle. It's amazing how the strangely colored ingredients are thrown into the bottle and the liquid inside is clearer.

"Drink it, it will keep you calm." Slughorn handed the glass bottle to Ron, "You don't want that beautiful lady to see you in such a hurry, do you?" Trust me, ladies don't like that. ”

"yes, that's great!" Ron took the bottle and couldn't wait to finish the antidote.

Harry and the others looked at Ron, and it didn't take long for the smile on his face to fade, leaving only extreme fear.

"Rollo!" Seeing this, Lavender immediately rushed over and hugged Ron. Ron's body trembled, and Lavender helped him to sit in the armchair next to him.

He didn't speak, just held Lavender's hand tightly.

"Back to normal?" Slughorn smiled, and Harry smiled.

"Thank you, Professor." Lavender thanked him gratefully.

"You're welcome, kid." "It's not the first time I've seen this kind of thing in all my years, and he needs to be refreshed, which he needs now." ”

With that, Slughorn walked over to a table full of drinks.

"Believe me, this feeling of love disillusionment is in need of a drink that will make people happy...... I look, I have butterbeer, wine, and the last barrel of mead...... Well, I wanted to give Dumbledore as a Christmas present......"

"Forget it, he doesn't know anyway, why don't we turn it on to celebrate Mr. Weasley's disillusioned love?"

Everyone laughed except Ron, even Lavender, who was still in tears.

Slughorn poured everyone a glass of mead, raised the glass and said, "Come, to Rover......"

"It's Ron......" Harry whispered, but Slughorn smiled as if he hadn't heard.

Harry was a little helpless, and looked at Hermione, who was smiling lightly, only to see her shrug her shoulders. He looked at Ron and Lavender again, only to see that Ron's cup was empty.

"Hmm!"

"Ron!"

Lavender screamed, but the cup in Ron's hand had fallen to the ground. He grabbed his neck with both hands and tried to get up from the chair, but he fell straight down, his limbs began to twitch violently, and his mouth foamed at the mouth.

"Professor! Find a way! Harry shouted, but Slughorn froze as if he hadn't heard, muttering about the impossible.

Harry's face was full of anxiety, and he didn't care about the stunned Slughorn and rushed straight to his dispensing bag. But Hermione was going to be quicker, she poured out the contents of the dispensing bag in one go, grabbed a piece of dung and ran back. Harry could see clearly that it was the same stone he had taken away from Slughorn in Potions class.

"Pry his mouth open!" Hermione shouted, and before she could finish speaking, Harry had already run over and joined Lavender in breaking Ron's mouth. As soon as she pried it open, Hermione shoved the dung stone inside.

In just a few seconds, Ron shivered violently, his limbs no longer twitched, and he was directly paralyzed.

"Rollo, Rollo......" Lavender sat on his knees crying, watching Ron's breathing gradually settle down. But his eyes were still closed, and he looked extremely weak.

At this point, Harry took the dung stone out of Ron's mouth and tossed it aside. He grabbed Ron's arm and tried to pull him off the ground.

Before he could exert his strength, Ron's body floated up from the ground, but Hermione pulled out her wand at some point.

"Don't be here, take him to the hospital ......," Hermione said, and walked out the door, Ron's body floating right behind her. Seeing this, Lavender quickly got up from the ground and followed closely.

Harry chased after him, and when he went out the door, he looked back at Slughorn, who was still standing still, and a conjecture came to mind:

I'm afraid this poison isn't coming for Slughorn, right?

(End of chapter)