Ron Loses It

After all, Ron had undergone special training at the Dueling Club.

Moreover, in his third year, Ron had been taken out by Gellert for a period of special training.

Don't be fooled by Gellert's playful antics around Veratia; he's just being a child in front of his sister.

More often than not, Gellert was the Dark Wizard who once made all of Europe tremble, the leader of the Saints, and the Niffler prisoner—oh wait, the last one doesn't count.

How can the fact that the Niffler stole our marriage certificate be included in this?

Besides, it's just that they stole the marriage certificate, it's not a big deal.

Meanwhile, McLagan, who had made the first move but was countered, was already at the red zone.

He hadn't expected Ron to react so quickly and capture him so swiftly.

Just think about it, what a huge humiliation that is.

Not only can he not win a girlfriend, he can't even win Quidditch goalkeeper position, and he can't even beat someone in a duel.

If there were any marshmallows nearby, McLagan would have loved to smash his head against them.

How can they be so bad?

But since things had come to this point, he could only accept this fact with shame.

"Attacking a classmate is very wrong, especially attacking a Prefect," Ron said, tossing his wand back to McLagan. "You need to apologize to me, McLagan, or I'll tell Professor McGonagall."

"Go ahead!" McLagan felt he had lost all face and didn't want to think about anything else; all he wanted to do was regain his lost pride.

This is typical of people from above. How much face is a person really worth in this world?

"Reducto (Crushing Spell)!"

This was a very serious curse, and the onlookers gasped in surprise.

If Ron were to be struck by this Charms, he would certainly not fare well, even if he wasn't injured.

But Ron was clearly not the type to sit idly by and wait for his fate; he took his wand and flicked the Charms back at Ron.

This is an extremely advanced technique, based on a theory that Gellert taught him in third grade. He somehow managed to master it.

In fact, Ron is also very talented, but his comedic personality has always overshadowed his talent.

Now that he has realized his talent, it is truly astonishing.

McLagan was struck by his own Charms, and his arm snapped with a crack—the arm that had been holding the wand.

"You should be glad I didn't return the Charms to you—by throwing it in your face, or I'd be giving you a free makeover," Ron said coldly. "Everyone here is a witness; I didn't attack him, he attacked me first, and I simply returned the Charms he gave me."

"Don't worry, Ron!" Colin Creevey said, holding up his camera. "I've already taken the pictures, man—I'll get them developed right away if you need them!"

Honestly, Ron had never found Colin so agreeable before; heaven knows how much he used to hate this kid with no sense of boundaries.

He also found it somewhat absurd; hadn't he previously particularly disliked his camera?

People are so fickle!

He muttered to himself, mercilessly criticizing himself, but on the surface he smiled at Colin.

"Well done, Colin." He gave him a genuine thumbs-up.

Colin chuckled as he put down the camera; he was already figuring out how to develop the photos.

Um----

McLagan lay on the ground, his face flushed, clutching his arm. If there had been a crack in the ground, he would have crawled into it immediately.

There's no other reason than it's just too damn embarrassing.

Not only was he no match for Ron, but he was also caught red-handed by Ron during both of his sneak attacks. What's worse, Ron turned the tables on him, returning the Charms he had shot to him and making him taste the bitter fruit of his own Charms.

They deserved it; nobody felt sorry for them.

"Take him to Madam Pomfrey's Hospital Wing," Ron said, kicking his chair towards McLagan in disdain. "Aren't you his classmates? Go ahead and take him! What are you waiting for?"

Several seventh-grade students quickly helped McLagan up and carried him outside.

"Oh my god, Ron ----"

Hermione only then realized what was happening; she pressed one hand to her chest, panting heavily.

She never expected that McLagan would openly attack here, especially in front of so many people, showing absolutely no sense of martial ethics.

Fortunately, Ron's abilities are undeniable. Not only was he unharmed by McLagan's Charms, but he also managed to kill him.

This is the Ron I know! Hermione thought happily.

"What, are you going to criticize me?" Ron turned to Hermione and asked.

He thought Hermione was criticizing him for saying that.

"Criticize you?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Oh no, Ron, why would you think that? That guy bullied you, aren't you allowed to fight back? If Professor McGonagall wants to punish you for this, that's really unfair—don't worry, I'll be the first to protest!"

Harry suddenly felt like he didn't want to eat dinner.

No other reason than that I'm full.

It's from eating dog food.

Why are these two so mushy ever since they got together?

It's really annoying----

The fist hardened----

Harry glanced at the two men but didn't say anything more.

No, we have to really push these two to a higher level during the trial in a few days.

What special programs should we arrange?

Harry fell into deep thought; they had to be made aware of the harsh realities of society!

Professor McGonagall soon learned what had happened in the Gryffindor Common Room.

However, with the students' testimony, Professor McGonagall did not punish Ron this time, but simply let the matter drop.

Ron was still gloating about it during dinner that evening.

"You know what? I thought Professor McGonagall was going to punish me!" Ron said gleefully. "But I never expected Professor McGonagall to be so lenient and even told me to try not to do that again, Weasley."

"Yes, she told you to try not to do that again, which translates to 'If anyone bullies you, fight back!'" Harry said to Ron while spooning some cereal. "But it's a good thing, you see—at least McLagan won't dare lay a hand on you anymore."

"It's hard to say," Ginny said, sitting down next to Ron with some concern. "McLagan is a complete megalomaniac and a petty person—I'm worried he'll hold a grudge and ambush Ron when he's off guard."

"Then he can forget about getting his Hogwarts diploma," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Don't think Professor McGonagall is so easygoing; she's already given McLagan a serious warning."

To be honest, she not only disliked McLagan, but also utterly loathed this self-important person.

She had repeatedly told McLagan that she had a boyfriend, but McLagan persisted. To be honest, Hermione thought Ron shouldn't have been punished after she first Bludger.

Is it right to pester others?

Serves you right!

"Alright, alright," Ron waved his hand and said, "It's just McLagan, what's the big deal? I think our priority is to focus our energy elsewhere, such as—"

"Like what?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Oh my god!" Ron exclaimed, looking at Ginny in surprise. "Didn't anyone tell you? Harry is planning a trial event within the Dueling Club grounds, taking us to the Forbidden Forest — Professor Dumbledore has given his permission. Aren't you nervous?"

"What do I have to be nervous about?" Ginny said with a laugh. "Besides, Ron —you're the one who's afraid of the Acromantula, not me, okay?"

Upon hearing Ginny's words, Ron mumbled and mumbled, unable to utter a single coherent word for a long time.

He never imagined that the biggest betrayal he would suffer would come from his own sister.

"Let's have a meeting tonight," Harry suggested. "The day is almost here, and we need to make some preparations beforehand. We can't let you go to the Forbidden Forest for the trials unprepared—"

"You probably already know, right?" Anne suddenly said. She had been sitting next to Harry the whole time.

Ginny was probably the last to know.

"Fine!" Ginny glared at Harry relentlessly. "I was the last to know, it's unforgivable! You said my brother was your best buddy, and now this is how you treat your best buddy's sister?"

Anne suddenly turned her head away.

Yes, Sebastian is actually Harry's best brother too—look how Harry treats his best brother's sister!

"Look at what you're saying," Harry waved his hand and said, "It's really not a big deal, Ginny— "

"It's just participating in the trial. What difference does it make if I find out a little earlier or a little later? If you knew earlier, would you team up with others to hunt one or two Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest?"

You know what, Ginny actually thinks Harry's statement makes a lot of sense.

"What you said is indeed correct," Ginny nodded. "Okay, then I'll assume you're right—so, what should we prepare next? We should prepare some things for the trial in the Forbidden Forest, we can't go empty-handed, right?"

"Get your wand ready, and your—" Harry said, pointing to his head, "And your brain—that's the most important thing. You can tell a wizard's skill level just by looking at his brain."

"What do you mean? Does having a bigger head automatically make a wizard more outstanding?" Draco's voice suddenly rang out. "Look at Longbottom, his head is so big, but he's not exactly outstanding, is he?"

"Hey, Malfoy!" Ron said irritably, "This is Gryffindor's long bench. What are you, a Slytherin, trying to do by coming over here?"

"The Gryffindor longseat?" Draco suddenly laughed. "What? Is there some rule that says Slytherin can't sit here? Tell me—look, isn't there another Slytherin sitting next to Harry over here? Why aren't you doing anything about her?"

You know what, Draco's tactic of diverting trouble did make Ron somewhat hesitant to act rashly.

If I say yes, I'll offend Anne; if I say no, I can't swallow my anger.

"Alright, alright," Draco said with a laugh, "I was just kidding—but I do think Longbottom has a big head."

Ron, who hadn't originally planned to engage in a verbal battle with Draco, almost couldn't hold back after hearing Draco's words.

Yes, you have a small head, and you're almost bald, yet you're still laughing.

"However, there are indeed some things to be aware of," Harry said. "This trial isn't being conducted privately. I plan to film some videos and upload them to video websites. Firstly, it will give everyone a keepsake, and secondly, it will attract some fans—"

"Huh? We have to film it?" Ginny asked, her mouth agape. "What if Ron gets pounced on by the Acromantula and starts crying?"

"Ginny!" Ron suddenly blushed.

Ginny didn't answer, but made a face at Ron.

Haha, that'll make you so mad!

"I think those two are a good match," Anne suddenly whispered to Harry. "Of course, I mean Ginny and Malfoy —you see, they both have one hobby: teasing Ron —it's so rare to find someone with a shared hobby!"

"I won't comment," Harry said, suppressing a laugh.

"So, are you still my sister?" Ron questioned Ginny, somewhat resentfully. "Am I the only one in the entire Hogwarts who's afraid of spiders? Why are you always so fixated on your brother?"

Ginny's eyes darted around, and suddenly her gaze fell on Draco.

"Malfoy." Her voice was clear and bright.

Draco immediately stood at attention.

"I'm here," he said.

"Tell me," Ginny said, "Why do you always try to make fun of my Ron?"

"Huh?" Draco glanced at Ginny, then at Ron, who was glaring at him angrily, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

"What other reason could there be? It's fun to laugh at him, right?" Draco laughed heartily. "I admit, I did have some issues with him in freshman year, but not in sophomore year. I just found it amusing to say a few words to him and see him snap."

"So I'm just part of your fun?" Ron was getting impatient.

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

If it were for any other reason, that would be fine, but if it's because of this, then that's truly insulting.

"Otherwise what?" Draco asked, bewildered. "Besides having fun, do you think I have any other intentions? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not some kind of person with special hobbies—don't get too cocky, bro."