Chapter 284 Ron "Harry, Just Try Your Best."

Monday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As the school bell rang, the last few children rushed into the classroom, quickly wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and found a place to sit down.

With the passage of time, the number of Defense Against the Dark Arts students has gradually decreased, and there may only be three or two students in each class.

So the whole classroom seems much more spacious.

Mu En opened the door of the office and stood on the steps in front of the classroom, leaning on the handrail.

"Where's Mr. Ron Weasley?" he asked.

"Professor, Ron is sick and is in the school infirmary now." Neville raised his hand and replied. The boy spoke in a loud and candid voice, and he was gradually becoming a completely different person from before.

"Okay." Mu En nodded and walked slowly down the stairs.

After becoming a professor for a while, he gradually discovered some interesting places in Hogwarts.

For example, Madam Pomfrey is surprisingly strict with patients.

On the one hand, it is out of concern for the children's condition, and on the other hand - it also makes the children choose the latter between the infirmary and the classroom.

Except for Snape's classes, of course.

"Then let's start the class, but before that, I want to randomly check whether you have enough mastery of the magic spells learned in the first two classes, then Mr. Seamus Finnigan-"

Soon it was time for get out of class to end. Mu En put away her wand and waved her robe: "Okay, today's class ends here. The next class will be a practical class. Remember to preview the spells in advance. But if you leave the lounge It's not my fault if you get burned. Besides, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger stay."

Soon, the little wizards rushed out of the classroom, leaving only two people in the classroom.

"There is nothing else for you to stay here. The Vulcan Curse about you and Miss Luna has been reviewed and will be displayed at the exhibition. You can pay attention to it."

Hearing this answer, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief: "Excellent good news, Professor, is there anything else that needs to be modified about the spell?"

"That's almost your limit. I personally made some modifications to one detail and two text expressions. It's a very minor change, so don't worry about it."

As he spoke, he raised his head and said, "I hope you both can successfully learn this spell. This spell will have a great impact in the future, including but not limited to becoming one of your future studies at school."

"I can barely release it." Harry nodded repeatedly.

"That's good. If there's nothing else, let's go out first. Christmas is coming soon." Mu En nodded.

"Goodbye, Professor." Harry and Hermione nodded repeatedly and walked out of the classroom.

"Why did the professor ask you to stay?" As soon as he came out, Neville's voice rang in his ears. He had been waiting outside the door and did not leave.

"Um, it's nothing." Harry scratched his head: "Neville, are you okay?"

"Me? I'm waiting for you. I want to ask you if you want to go see Ron." Neville quickly stated his intention.

"Okay." Harry nodded. In fact, he didn't really want to go. Although his relationship with Ron had actually been linked to many things, the relationship between Harry and him was still not that deep. They were only half friends. ? maybe.

It's just that Neville asked it all over his face, and the infirmary is not far from here, it's all on the second floor.

"Let's go," Harry said, walking towards the infirmary with Neville and Hermione.

As soon as they arrived at the infirmary, they saw Seamus and Dean coming out. They looked at Harry and the others in a low voice and said, "You'd better stay away from him. He has a serious fever. He probably had it yesterday." Go to Hogsmeade and get cold, don’t get infected.”

"Okay." Harry nodded, and then walked inside with Neville and the others.

Madam Pomfrey was very dissatisfied with their arrival, but considering that there weren't many patients recently, she let them in.

In a bed separated by a white bed curtain, Ron's ears were smoking, his whole face was red, and he was lying on the bed with his eyes half open.

"Neville and Harry, you are here." Ron said weakly: "Thank you for coming to see me."

"It's nothing serious, right?" Harry said dryly. He really didn't know what to say to someone he didn't have a close relationship with at this time.

"It's okay, I guess I was hit by the wind yesterday. I should be able to leave the hospital in two or three days." Ron raised the corner of his mouth: "It's a trivial matter."

"That's good, you have a good rest." Neville nodded seriously.

"I can lend you my notes," Hermione said. "You don't have to worry about falling behind in class - you will worry about it, right?"

"Uh." Ron's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment, and then he had no choice but to say: "Yes. Thanks, Hermione."

As he said that, he took Hermione's notebook, which was the notes from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now.

"Thank you." Ron nodded: "Is there anything else? I don't recommend that you stay here any longer. If you catch a cold from me, you will definitely regret it."

"Okay, let's go first." Harry nodded, and after a few words of conversation, he left the infirmary with Neville and Hermione.

Watching their figures disappear, Ron managed to pull the curtain open, then opened his quill and notebook, and began to copy Hermione's notes.

"This word is really ugly." Only when he saw the handwriting on his notebook, some rather abrupt expressions appeared on his face.

As time went by, he finally mastered his own notes.

Then he met his sister and two brothers, using his weakness as a mask in front of his closest family.

Soon, a day passed.

The next day in the infirmary was still the same, except that in the morning, he got up and carefully observed Harry's morning exercises outside the window.

On the third night, he finally walked out of the school infirmary and returned to the lounge. He began to gradually restore his communication with the outside world, and basically he could be "Ron".

And he also understood the current ecology of Hogwarts better.

Except for getting up in the middle of the night to fiddle with his box, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

On the morning of the fourth day, he was ready and followed Neville to the outside of the castle.

He blew a breath of cold air into the air, looked at the still dark sky, and then turned his attention to the young people gathered here.

To be honest, he thought what these little ghosts did was really stupid.

What's the point?

"Run." Neville patted his shoulder: "You won't feel cold if you run, otherwise you will catch a cold."

"Okay." He nodded repeatedly, and then followed the pace of the main group.

On the way, his eyes were always looking at the figure running in the front.

Harry Potter.

He was a famous figure on campus.

'You joined Slytherin, which is a shame for Slytherin--' Ron thought bitterly in his heart.

After a short morning exercise, Ron looked at the students who were resting around him and knew that it was time for sparring.

He stepped out first, looked around uncertainly, and then looked at Harry.

"Harry, can you practice with me?"

"Okay," Harry nodded, then suddenly turned his head to look at Ron, pointed a finger at himself: "Wait, are you talking about me?"

Draco looked at Astoria on the side, and said without hiding: "He seems to have a brain burn."

"Mr. Malfoy," Astoria's face, which was already red from morning exercise, became even redder: "Mr. Weasley can hear it," she said in a mosquito-like voice.

'I didn't care if he could hear it,' Draco thought.

"Yes, you." Ron nodded calmly, a little confused in his heart: 'Why does he have this expression? '

Then, he thought of the past few days, he had never seen anyone challenge Harry Potter in the infirmary.

Is it because he is too weak?

But Ron remembered that Harry's grades seemed to be very good.

"Okay." Harry nodded, interrupting Ron's random thoughts: "Then let's practice."

"Okay." Ron nodded: "You don't have to hold back."

"Really?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously again.

'How can a third-grade kid talk so much? If I wasn't worried that this is a school, I would have to show you what a spell is.'

Thinking about it, Ron has begun to calculate how much strength he should use, after all, he only wants some of Harry's blood.

He doesn't want to hurt the other party too badly.

"Okay, let's start." Harry nodded, turning his back to Ron.

"I said his brain was burned out." Draco said without concealment.

Then, a piercing chill inexplicably invaded his body. He turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't find the source of the coldness.

"Hiss, weird." He wrapped his robe around him and looked at Astoria: "Aren't you cold?"

"No." Astoria whispered: "It's white, it's a winter animal."

"Okay." Draco nodded helplessly and focused his attention on the duel between Harry and Ron.

Soon, with the sound of stones falling on the brick corridor of the castle, the two suddenly turned around.

"Expelliarmus--"

The next moment, Ron flew backwards.

Looking at the feet that had left the ground and the wand flying high in the air that appeared in his field of vision, Ron's eyes were a little stunned.

"Huh?!"

The next moment, he fell into the thick snow.

"Ron!" "Harry!"

Voices came one after another.

"Ron, are you okay?" Neville ran over.

Hermione looked at Harry helplessly and whispered: "Harry, you knew it."

As she said that, she sighed helplessly.

She knew that Harry's proficiency in the Disarming Spell was average, and he didn't choose an offensive spell. If there was anything that really showed his full strength just now, it was probably the reaction of casting the spell at the moment when the game was officially announced to start.

Draco laughed without hesitation.

"Are you okay?"

Ron opened his eyes in a daze, and then saw the people surrounding him.

"Puff." Draco couldn't help it again

Ron's body froze for a moment, and then quickly recovered his appearance, and smiled bitterly: "Harry, you are really...Okay, I admit that I burned my brain."

"No, it's just good luck, and you just recovered from a serious illness." Harry pulled him up.

Looking at Harry's exposed wrist, Ron even wanted to cut his wrist directly, make a cut, take the blood and run.

No, hold it in. Don't ruin the master's plan.

"I'm fine, you don't have to look at me like that." After being helped up, he waved his hands continuously: "Really, I'm fine, oh. Okay, let me rest for a while. By the way, Neville, what are the classes this morning?"

"No classes this morning..." Neville said awkwardly.

"Well, it seems I have to go back to sleep first..." Ron let go of Neville's hand.

Ron, who returned to the castle under the disgusting concerned eyes of the little ghosts, came to a corner, and then suddenly covered his stomach, his whole face twisted.

"Damn Merlin. Is this the third grade?"

Then, he took out a water cup and drank a lot of it. After letting the disgusting stench in his mouth disperse some of the pain in his internal organs, he felt a little better.

"Potter. This time I'm unlucky," he said bitterly.

"Classmate, what's wrong with you?" A cute voice sounded in Ron's ears.

"No, nothing." Ron turned his head to look at the painting on the wall behind him and propped himself up.

Then, his eyes suddenly became cold.

He came to this school and had a lot to do.

The Anglo-Greek Expo was, Harry's blood was, and there was another one - Moon Jones!

For this person, the master only asked him to observe more and try to find his weakness.

It seemed that in the master's words, there was a strong fear of this person.

Deeper fear than Dumbledore - in the master's words, Dumbledore is a principled man, a good man, and all have some way to restrict him.

But Moon Jones is different, this guy must be vigilant.

So after coming here, including when he was still in Hogsmeade, he has been collecting information about Moon Jones intentionally or unintentionally.

Cat head, powerful, intentionally or unintentionally influencing and changing the world - the reason is unknown.

There is a talking flame in the office, just like the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's office, and there is a confidant, that is a painting, and there is a girl in the painting.

It must be said that Ron's ability to collect information is extremely good.

At this moment, when he saw the woman in the painting who spoke just now, he immediately connected all the information.

"Are you Miss Sindel?" he asked.

"I think you are the child of the Weasley family." Sindel replied with a smile.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"The children of the Weasley family all have red hair, which is the most outstanding feature of your family." Sindel replied: "If there is nothing else, then I will leave first."

"Wait!" Ron suddenly spoke, his face full of confusion, like a curious child.

"Miss Sindel, as a painting, how do you remember so many things? Logically speaking, you should not be able to remember things in the outside world, especially trivial things like the red hair of the Weasley family."