Ron's face was beaming with happiness, and he was ready to go to the cafeteria for a while to tell new adventure stories.

Hermione's face drooped suddenly, and she reluctantly let go of Rig. She looked at Ron, a fool who didn't have the slightest eyesight, and her fists hardened.

Did you tie your bow tie correctly?

Hermione wants to fight Ron now!

Hit her little friend hard!

Rig also felt a little regretful.

He hadn't smelled what kind of shampoo Hermione had changed, it smelled pretty good, and Rig wanted to change it when he got back.

Hermione, who was a little shy, went to the door of the infirmary to wait for them first, she didn't dare to look at Rig now.

Rig wanted to ask her for her opinion of Ron's bow tie, but Hermione's eyes dodged, and every time they looked at each other, she looked elsewhere in a panic.

Hermione ran away, and Rig and Harry enthusiastically pointed out Ron for a long time, and the bow tie that came out was still ugly, crumpled, and numb.

In the end, Ron gave up, and he cleared his throat, straightened the unsightly bow tie, and comforted himself by saying "something is better than nothing".

The bruises on Harry and Ron's faces hadn't faded yet, and they were very noticeable.

On the way to the cafeteria, Rig heard more "wow" than he had ever heard in his life.

The little wizards of the badger courtyard, who watched them from a distance, were like reindeer balls, and every few moments they would break out into a small group of representatives, and stammered and asked them, "You, did you really go to that corridor?" ”

The speaker's eyebrows fluttered, and he had to emphasize that it was the fourth-floor corridor that was not allowed to enter.

The other little wizards who were looking forward to watching them also twittered, "And you haven't been punished yet!" "Gryffindor is still number one!" ……

Rig and Harry always answered the questions of the little wizards gently, but Ron didn't think so.

He sighed happily and took the initiative to take the job on his shoulders.

The other three were also happy, repeating the same words a dozen times, and both Rig and Harry felt like they were going to become parrots.

Ron does have a bit of a flair for storytelling.

He answered the little wizards' questions enthusiastically, told stories of their adventures yesterday, but only a little bit about them.

The little wizard who was so anxious that he didn't dare to come over in the distance was also urging him, and he said unhurriedly that he was hungry, and if he wanted to talk, he would go to the cafeteria to talk.

As a result, there were more and more young wizards with Rig and the others, and everyone wanted to hear the second half of Ron's life and death story.

Ron didn't even finish talking about the three-headed dog Lowe!

Professor Flitwick, who had just finished eating and walked out of the cafeteria humming a song, was frightened by the crowded scene in front of him, and he opened his eyes in surprise and asked, "What's the matter?" What happened? ”

It's not a school year dinner today, it's tomorrow.

Professor Flitwick couldn't figure out what so many young wizards were doing in the cafeteria.

A few of the first-year wizards of the Eagle Academy had just said goodbye to him, and they had left the cafeteria after eating, so why did they come back again?

When Rig emerged from the crowd and pulled Hermione, followed by Ron with his head held high and Harry covering his face, and they rushed out together, Professor Flitwick understood.

"Oh, you little wizards."

Seeing that there was a lot of excitement to see, Professor Flitwick happily turned back to the cafeteria, found his seat and sat down, waiting for the quartet to perform.

This is where the Master of Spells comes in.

Professor Flitwick wasn't worried that he couldn't hear Rig and their conversation in the distance, a completely transparent ear hung on Ron's bow tie, and he could hear every word clearly.

Rig raised an eyebrow.

As they passed by the House Cup, they were amazed to see the gemstone stains belonging to Gryffindor in the hourglass.

When the school first started and was deducted points, who would have thought that Gryffindor would return to the first place so quickly.

Neville, who heard the gossip and hurried to the cafeteria, also panted and said, "Listen, you must come to the year-end banquet tomorrow, even if Madam Pomfrey doesn't agree, you will come secretly." ”

Speaking of Madam Pomfrey, Neville was in his heart, this is really a very dignified witch.

He said with pride on his face, "The scores are all out, and of course, our Gryffindor won first place." Although Harry missed the last Quidditch match, we were beaten by the Ravenclaws. Luckily, Rig and Hermione have been adding points to Gryffindor, and we're still a little bit better than Ravenclaw in the end. As for the Slytherin......"

Neville laughed, he hated the little wizard of Slytherin House who had been playing tricks on him, "After the House Cup score was fixed, I found Slytherin third. They're so angry, you should really come and see it. ”

Rig had no interest in this kind of gossip that had already set the result, and he added points, and of course he knew that Gryffindor could win.

The quartet had long been starving, and the plates Madam Pomfrey had brought before were not enough for the little wizard who had consumed his energy all night.

As soon as they sat down, they began to stuff their mouths with a hot cream soup of meat, which properly soothed their stomachs, and only then did their stomachs feel full.

Rig sighed happily, stood up, grabbed the basket full of chicken drumsticks on the table, and sat down again after dividing points between him and Harry and Hermione.

If it was a normal day, Ron would definitely quarrel with Rig, he loves to eat big chicken legs the most.

But today was different, Ron only shoved a few slices of dry bread into his mouth, causing him to roll his eyes and take a bite of the soup Harry handed him.

Compared to telling a story to an entire Hogwarts wizard, Big Chicken Leg Fira is unbearable!

Big Chicken Legs: Love is going to go away, right?

Ron took a few bites and then stood up, and the little wizard who had been following them was overjoyed to see that Ron had finally gotten up.

Everyone squeezed in, making way for Ron to make a small clearing.

Ron tugged at a chair and sat down, and began to talk about the adventures he had already thought of, and that each of the four had a highlight story.

The little wizards who were eating couldn't eat anymore, and the senior wizards added a "loud voice" to Ron.

After Ron was gone, Rig and the others had more comfortable eating.

Eat a chicken leg, dozens of people behind you are staring at you, and when you look up, you are looking at you in all directions.

Harry was nervous and his head was buried in the soup, and Rig and Hermione weren't very comfortable.

When Rig and the three of them had finished eating, they discussed going to Hagrid to see if there was anything they could do to help.

It's already night, the cafeteria is brightly lit, and the Great Hall of Hogwarts hasn't been so lively in a long time.

Rig and the others said hello to Ron, who was still telling the story, and went to the kitchen to find Hagrid first.

Not to mention, after listening carefully, Rig found that Ron was really talented in oratory, and the plot he designed was much more exciting and interesting than their real adventures.

A beating bouncing bulb, Ron can talk for half an hour, and the others listen to it with relish.

When they got to the cafeteria, they saw Hagrid, who was in despair.

Hagrid sat taller than him in a pumpkin mountain, behind the countless house-elves busy preparing for tomorrow's feast.

Ball subscription ball recommendation ticket and commuter pass!

Happy, my fingers seem to be better today, and it doesn't hurt to touch the water. I want to take a shower and I'm worried about infection, hey.

Everyone must pay attention to protection, maybe some readers have also read it. I know the mother of an author who died of respiratory failure after a few days of sheeping. Don't be careless after recovery, and if you feel unwell, you must go to the hospital for a check-up.

Here's what he had to say

"Don't think it's good if the fever goes away. My mother burned for 3 days and retreated, and on the fourth day she was in good spirits, but she was tired.

On the fifth day, the body temperature was extremely low, and he was pulled to the hospital at night, suspected of heart failure, myocardial infarction, and respiratory failure, and walked away for two days and one night. ”

(End of chapter)