"I get it!" Dean Thomas immediately understood what Seamus Finnigan meant and, grinning, slung an arm over Ron's shoulders. "Ron, looks like Snape... thinks you're as important as Vizet now!"
"No thanks!" Ron hurriedly shrugged his shoulders, shaking off Dean Thomas's hand. "I'd rather go through the Paris Region Incident again! I don't want to become important in Snape's eyes!"
Seamus Finnigan widened his eyes in exaggerated shock, his tone teasing. "Ron! I never thought you were that greedy!"
"You're still thinking of having your cake and eating it too! If you went through the Paris Region Incident again, wouldn't you be able to get another medal?"
After that round of teasing from Seamus Finnigan and the others, Ron finally recovered a little. He leaned on Harry's shoulder and got to his feet.
He let out a long breath. "Think whatever you like! Anyway, I really don't want to go through something that terrifying again!"
"Since we're already talking about eating," he said, rubbing his stomach, "I actually think this topic deserves further discussion. I'm really starving! Let's hurry to the Great Hall!"
After leaving the Potions Classroom, on the way to the Great Hall, Hermione was still a little worried. She questioned Ron about every detail of what had happened from the Christmas holiday until now.
"Ron, think carefully again!" Hermione asked with a serious expression. "When we were reviewing the Shrinking Potion last week, did you toss a little Belladonna into Theodore Nott's cauldron?"
"Huh?" Neville, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas all spoke at the same time. "That happened too?"
Dean Thomas laughed. "No wonder! I was wondering how the Shrinking Potion that bloke brewed turned out that color! So that was why!"
"Er..." Ron's gaze darted a little. "That thing... that thing was done by the