By then, Ron's throat was already making gurgling sounds.
Darren waved his wand.
A dung-beetle flew in from outside.
Darren pointed at Ron.
The dung-beetle burrowed into Ron's mouth.
Ron finally stopped moving...
"All in all, Ron's birthday was really awful."
Fred said helplessly.
Harry did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Who would have thought that going to drink with Slughorn could lead to something like this?
They had run into a poisoning incident.
"Luckily, Darren thought of it. He used a Summoning Charm to get that dung-beetle. Otherwise..."
Harry shook his head.
Ginny sniffled.
"So the poison was in the wine?"
"Yes, that's what it sounded like. Someone gave it to Slughorn and asked him to pass it on to someone, but he kept it for himself..."
"It looks like he isn't a Death Eater, and he hasn't been hit by the Imperius Curse either. Dumbledore has already spoken to him..."
They spoke in hushed voices.
Then the sound of the door opening interrupted them.
It was Hagrid.
Hagrid carried a snakeskin bag.
He walked over to the hospital bed and said helplessly, "I've been in the forest all day... I was keeping Aragog company. It's gotten even sicker... I heard Professor Sprout talking about it. Who would want to hurt Ron?"
Hagrid said sadly.
At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley arrived.
They visited Ron, then hugged Harry and Darren.
"I heard about it. It was Darren who put the dung-beetle in his mouth, allowing him to survive, and Harry called Madam Pomfrey in time..."
They burst into loud tears.
This made Harry and Darren extremely embarrassed.
Luckily, Madam Pomfrey came out just then and said that only six people were allowed in the ward, and everyone else had to leave.
That gave Harry and the