Ron patted Pigwidgeon on the head.
Ignoring its disgruntled glare, he took Darren's gift off its back.
"This... a Firebolt purchase voucher! As long as I write to the Firebolt Company now and tell them what I want, they'll deliver it to me!
Darren is too... I love him!"
Ron excitedly sprawled over the table, opened the Firebolt voucher Darren had given him, then wrote down his requirements on parchment and hurried Pigwidgeon off with it.
Only after watching Pigwidgeon fly away into the distance did Ron excitedly look at Harry and say, "Don't be jealous. All kinds of evidence prove that Darren sees me as an older brother too." He pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket.
He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth.
Harry looked at him in amusement.
"He's always been like that. How could I be jealous? But you still haven't finished the chocolate Lini gave you last time?"
"Yeah, there are two pieces left..."
Ron replied absentmindedly.
He picked up a gift from the floor and said, "Huh, what's this?"
Before Harry could go over and look, Ron had already torn off the wrapping.
Inside was a packet of biscuits.
Harry hurriedly said, "Don't be so hasty..."
But by then, Ron had already stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.
Harry hurriedly looked at him.
"How are you? I told you not to rush. Why did you eat it so fast?"
Ron shook his head.
Then he suddenly looked at Harry and said, "Harry, I'm in love!"
His tone was utterly resolute.
Harry had yet to realize what was happening.
Speechless, he said, "So you're in love. You tell me every time you go on a date with Romilda. I'm telling you, I'm not going to find someone either. If Darren doesn't, neither