Not Even a Scar Will Be Left

"Ah! Ron, sorry, I should've let you get ready first?" Katie was a little startled too. Serving as an assistant instructor for the first time left her both excited and nervous, and she, who could hardly bear to step on a tiny bug, felt terribly guilty as she looked at Ron after bringing him through with her.

Lavender was very qualified as a girlfriend in that regard. She immediately rushed over in concern, showing no disgust at all as she gently patted Ron's back and used her wand to clean up the filth he had thrown up.

"Next time, please count down first... huh?!" Ron finally managed to suppress the urge to vomit, patted his chest, and raised his head—only for his eyes to widen at once, fury shooting straight to the top of his head. He saw that Harry and Cho Chang still hadn't let go of each other's hands, yet the two of them had already completed the transfer and were standing side by side inside the wooden hoop, chatting with expressions that looked extremely cheerful.

As Harry's best friend, Ron had known perfectly well about Harry's crush and little thoughts toward Cho Chang back then. Now, seeing them talking and laughing so easily—so much so that Harry hadn't even noticed what was happening on his side—Ron worried that Harry would develop feelings for Cho Chang again. So, disregarding his discomfort, he let out a cough that sounded as though he had used Sonorus and glared angrily at Harry.

Harry, who had been smiling, finally noticed the furious look on Ron's freckled face. As if scorched by Ron's firelike gaze, he hurriedly put away his smile and immediately withdrew his hand with a guilty conscience—which left Cho Chang rather baffled as to what was going on with this