I swung a sword at Hogwarts

When Astoria said this, she was like a fairy bathed in holy light in Malfoy's eyes.

"As long as it is a gift you give me, it is unique and worth cherishing."

Rank, what is rank!

Malfoy's mood, which had been upstaged, instantly improved, and he glanced at Daphne very proudly.

At that moment, John could feel that Daphne wanted to hang Malfoy.

In the afternoon, John saw the second big show.

As expected, Bryce was rejected, and Dean, in a bad mood, rushed up again to fight.

Both of them were put in solitary confinement at the same time.

Ginny didn't seem to care about that boyfriend of hers.

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John also made several modifications to Hagrid's armor.

The engraving had covered one third of it, and Grawp could no longer knock.

After these days of beating, Grawp's arms were bigger.

Zouwu had to run as fast as he could to catch the fur ball thrown by Grawp before it hit the ground.

After testing the hardness of the armor, John estimated that it would have no problem blocking the attacks of a dozen giants.

The score competition between Slytherin and Gryffindor gradually stabilized.

Slytherin returned to first place, with Hagrid contributing a lot of his efforts.

After all, John was doing 'extended practice' with him, and as a professor, Hagrid always had to show off, and the extra points were particularly pleasant.

Occasionally, the Rune Professor and the Alchemy Professor would contribute.

John got 30 points for the two advanced runes he translated for Rune, and an exaggerated 50 points for alchemy.

Percy sent a message to thank John, and the Emerald Potion cured Mrs. Weasley.

Fleur wanted to meet John, and they agreed to meet at the Hog's Head Tavern.

We can meet next time we go to Hogsmeade.

John was fully prepared for Hogwarts, and he turned his attention back to the Black Lake.

He did not forget the giant octopus that had lived for a thousand years at the bottom of the Black Lake.

While the weather was still cold, he re-entered the icy Black Lake.

With the arrival of March.

The weather didn't change much, it was still wet and windy.

On the shore of the lake at Hogwarts, Malfoy and Neville compete again.

The trip to Hogsmeade had also arrived.

John was going to keep his date with Fleur.

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Chapter 468 Miserable Birthday

Katie Bell returned to the Gryffindor Quidditch team after an injury had kept her out of practice.

This also means that Ron will be replaced.

Ron felt a little disappointed when he heard the news.

Ron said, "It's my birthday."

I had been looking forward to my birthday, but ended up with some not-so-good news.

Harry comforted him, "It's okay Ron, we can go to Hogsmeade for your birthday."

"Unfortunately," Seamus said, shaking his head, "Hogsmeade has been cancelled."

"No way? Oh my God!" Ron wailed.

There is no place left and I can’t go to Hogsmeade yet.

This was such a terrible birthday.

Even worse was the extremely boring Apparition class, where basically no one succeeded and some people even split apart and howled in fear.

The three 'D's were like being read into the students' heads by Tekros, and a feeling of resistance spread among the students.

As March began, Harry wished Ron: "Happy birthday, Ron. I have a gift for you."

Ron, still asleep, responded vaguely.

There was a small pile of packages lying on Ron's bed, probably delivered by the house-elves during the night.

Ron got up to open his presents, but he was not in a good mood.

But he was soon attracted by the big gold watch his parents gave him and started screaming.

"This year is such a great harvest!" He suddenly felt that birthdays were great, and he would become an adult again next year.

Mr. Weasley had been promoted, so it was impossible for him to give his son a shabby coming-of-age gift.

Although this big gold watch is not made of pure gold, it is still worth a lot of money.

Ron got off to a good start, which made him look forward to the gifts that were coming.

He tore open the packages one by one, and before he knew it, they were all open.

He saw a box of chocolate crucibles on the ground, thought he had dropped it, and picked it up and opened it.

Putting a chocolate cauldron into his mouth, he looked at Harry who was agonizing over something and asked vaguely, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about the task Dumbledore gave me," Harry said regretfully. "I won't have much chance to see Slughorn after Snape comes back."

"Nonsense," said Ron glumly as he ate his second chocolate cauldron. "Can't you just join the Slug Club?"

"Yeah, but I don't really like it..." Harry muttered.

Speaking of the Slug Club, there were two more after Christmas.

But Harry didn't go over. He was a little afraid that Slughorn would suddenly ask him a question and he wouldn't be able to answer it.

Just like at the gathering on the train at the beginning of the term, he was not the subject of conversation and laughter for Malfoy and the others.

Especially when he saw Blaise being very attentive to Ginny at the party, he would want to cast a curse on Blaise.

He sat on the bed and picked up the Marauder's Map to read it. Slughorn often stayed in the office.

It's the same this time.

Even if Harry wanted to go, there was no reason to.

It was almost time for the Apparition class. Harry got out of bed, dressed himself, turned around and looked at Ron and asked, "Are you ready?"

Harry hadn't noticed that the chocolate cauldron Ron had eaten was not part of his birthday present.

When he was about to reach the dormitory door, Harry found that Ron had not come yet.

He turned suspiciously and saw Ron leaning against the bedpost, staring at the rain-washed window.

There was a confused and strange expression on his face, like a lost lamb.

If you look closely, you can see what's hidden in his melancholy eyes like that of a literary youth.

"Ron, time for breakfast," Harry reminded him that it was almost time.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry looked very strange when he heard the answer.

He felt full after eating only a box of chocolate cauldrons, which was not in line with the character of Ron Weasley, the Gryffindor glutton.

Harry glared at him, "Are you full?"

"Oh, okay, I'll go down with you," Ron sighed resentfully, as if Harry had disturbed him, "but I don't want to eat."

His infatuated tone gave Harry goose bumps. He looked hesitantly at Ron and spotted the half-full box of chocolate cauldron on the bed.

"You ate half a box of chocolate cauldrons, didn't you?"

"That's not the case," Ron sighed again, making Harry a little irritated. He said sadly, "You... you don't understand."

What I don’t understand, I don’t understand the value of you, the Gryffindor King of Food?

Harry didn't want to talk to the Riddler anymore and turned to open the door.

"Harry!"

"what?"

Ron yelled, giving Harry a startle.

Ron looked like someone who had taken an overdose of some strange stuff in some movies or TV shows. He said in pain, "Harry, I can't stand it anymore!"

"What can't you stand?" Harry was dumbfounded.

"I can't help thinking about her!" said Ron hoarsely.

"She?" Harry was stunned. Who is this she?

Aren't you single? When did she appear?

There was only one question in Harry's mind: Can we go to the Great Hall to eat?

"I don't think she knows I exist." Ron began his monologue, leaving Harry unable to get a word in with his hand.

"Who is she?" Harry was a little overwhelmed. What happened to Ron today?

Ron said in a sickly soft voice, affectionately, "Romilda Vane."

When Ron said this, he seemed as if a ray of pure sunlight penetrated his body, and he looked so infatuated.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for nearly a minute, and Harry confirmed again and again that the name Ron said was not a name he was familiar with.

He was like being fed a mouthful of dog food, and said uncertainly: "Are you kidding me?"

"I think I love her." It was the same voice. Did Ron become a romantic after eating a chocolate cauldron?

Harry took a deep breath; he felt like Ron was playing a trick on him.

"Okay, okay, say it again seriously."

Harry swore that if Ron said anything about love or not again, he would definitely leave!

However, Ron did not feel ashamed at all, holding his breath and saying affectionately: "I love her, have you seen her hair, black and shiny..."

Harry kept his word and sneered, "That's funny, that's the best joke I've ever heard. Okay, stop it."

He turned to leave, only to be punched in the ear.

Harry got angry, turned around, drew his wand and performed a hanging bell.

The silent spell he learned this school year came in handy, and Ron was directly hung up.

Harry yelled with a 'how dare you hit me' expression, "Why?"

"You insulted her! You said it was a joke!" Ron was still hanging there but he didn't listen.

Harry finally noticed something was wrong. He looked sharply towards the chocolate cauldron, which seemed more and more familiar to him.

Finally he recognized it. Wasn't this the one Romilda Vani gave him before Christmas?

I threw it out when I was looking for the Marauder's Map just now. Harry didn't eat it because Hermione said it might have been drugged.

Seeing Ron's reaction, Harry shuddered. If Ginny saw him like this, he would rather die.

Ignoring Ron who was yelling at Romilda, Harry said with a headache: "Well, I have to find someone to treat you..."

Harry paused, remembering the four cauldrons in the first Potions class. Slughorn must have a way.

Harry did what he said and took Ron, who was still calling Romilda's name, to the headmaster's office.

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