"Back when Tom Riddle was still in school, he was intelligent, witty, humorous, and excessively mature," Tierra said with a smile from the podium. "But at the same time, he was excessively cruel and indifferent to life—a born sociopath."
Time soon reached the second Dark Magic Classroom lesson after the beginning of December.
The weekend before this class, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had just gone through an intense Quidditch match.
It had been Ron's first time playing. Before the match, he had been nervous to death and had wanted nothing more than to quit immediately—
But just as Harry had once done in the movies, Tierra took out that little bottle containing Felix Felicis, gave it a shake over the dining table, pretended to pour the Felix Felicis into Ron's breakfast orange juice, and had Ron pretend that he had drunk it—
This simple little psychological trick was as effective as ever.
As Keeper, Ron blocked gods and Buddhas alike, standing like an unbreakable wall.
At the victory celebration after the Quidditch match, just like in the original story, Lavender Brown—the sturdy girl with curly brown hair—ran over amid the jubilant atmosphere of the celebration and gave Ron a big, deep kiss.
"Looks like she's eating his face," Ginny had once remarked expressionlessly.
Harry and Hermione, who had been standing nearby, nodded in wholehearted agreement. Harry and Hermione had even egged them on afterward, while Ginny, for some reason, had seemed rather unhappy.
Ron and Lavender Brown's embrace and kissing at the celebration had lasted a full ten minutes—
Just as they were doing in this class.
From the moment they entered the classroom and found a spot near the corner, they had been hugging each other and kissing from time to time.
And only three days had passed since