The Thing Harry Regretted Most

Ten minutes ago, Harry regretted for the first time why he couldn't travel through time and stop himself from coming to Ron's Room.

He might even be willing to sleep with Percy.

Ron's house was Harry's dream house; it was filled with magic and had a wizarding style.

The ceiling here is sloping, and the whole room is a dazzling orange-yellow, from the bedspread and walls to the ceiling.

Harry was already used to this. After all, Ron had rearranged his own bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory in the same way, in the same style.

The most wizarding element in Ron's room was the source of the orange-yellow color on his walls—the posters, posters of the Chudley Cannons.

All the posters featured the same seven witches and wizards, dressed in bright orange robes, carrying flying brooms, and waving excitedly.

Looking at these posters, Harry had some doubts. He suspected that Ron was after the seven beautiful witches. He knew Ron well.

Harry then looked at Ron's desk, trying to find any Ravenclaw- esque decorations.

But there was nothing there. His magic textbooks were piled up haphazardly in the corner of the room, next to some comic books, with "Doraemon" unsurprisingly on top.

The following books all seem to be "The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle," and judging from the dust on the covers, they have been out of favor for a long time.

Ron's wand rested on a large fish tank on the windowsill, which contained many frog eggs.

His gray, fat mouse, Scabbers, lay snoring beside the fish tank.

"Not bad, right?" Luo E breathed a sigh of relief, his unease dispelled by the beaming smile on Harry's face.

"Give me a hand," Draco's voice came from the side.

What are you doing?

"You really don't like my house that much?" Harry and Ron both complained the moment they saw Draco's actions.

In the orange-yellow room, a green Dragon Hide bag caught their attention.

Meanwhile, their friend Draco Malfoy was taking an unassembled tent out of the box.

"Come on, Ron, I just don't want to sleep with you."

"To be precise, I don't want to share a bed with anyone," Draco said as he laboriously pulled out the tent parts one by one.

"I've never pitched a tent before, as you all know."

"The Dursley never took me out during holidays; they preferred to leave me with Mrs. Figg," Harry said.

Harry suddenly thought of Filch again—a female version of Mrs. Figg. If we follow the Chinese naming conventions Ryan mentioned, they might be related, both starting with F and sharing the surname Fei. They also both like cats, so it's quite possible.

"No need for all that trouble, just tap it with your wand." Draco was still struggling to pull it out, so Ron had no choice but to come over and help, grumbling as he did so.

A moment later, Draco confirmed that all the parts had been taken out, and then he drew his wand and tapped it on the pile of rods and screws.

Soon, they hopped and skipped into their places, and a plain-looking blue tent appeared in Ron's Room.

"You're sleeping in here? It's too small, and the floor is uncomfortable."

"Draco, you have to believe me, I have slept with you."

"What's wrong with sleeping with Ron?" Harry said, speechless.

Draco, however, remained silent, appearing completely confident.

He gestured for Harry and Ron to follow with his eyes, then crawled into the tent on all fours.

Harry bent down and followed Draco, slipping under the tent flap, and was immediately so surprised his jaw almost dropped.

He entered a luxurious three-bedroom apartment, complete with a bathroom and a game room.

This room perfectly matches Harry's stereotype of Draco.

From large items like sofas and beds to the most inconspicuous corners of tables, everything is inlaid with pretty patterns that are purely decorative.

"You're here for camping, right?"

Is it really necessary to go to such an extreme?

"In your eyes, is our Weasley family house unworthy of you to live in?" Ron, who followed Harry in, also looked surprised.

But more than anything, it was anger.

"Come on, Ron."

"I didn't know I was going to stay at your house at first."

"Wasn't our plan to go to Sirius's house?" Draco said, speechless.

"Oh right." Ron's anger was extinguished just like that.

The three then climbed out of the tent and began talking about Harry's future.

Where will he sleep tonight?

This led to Harry's biggest regret.

Draco uttered the misleading statement aloud.

Clang!

A fiery red figure with a hint of blue flashed by.

Then came the sound of thumping footsteps and the sound of a door closing.

"Ginny!" Ron was stunned for a moment. "Draco, you bastard!"

"It took me almost a month to convince Ginny that Harry and I didn't have a romantic relationship beyond gender!" Ron said.

His face flushed red, and he glared fiercely at Draco with his pale eyes. Then he pushed open the door and ran out.

It looks like he went to explain to Ginny.

"The Malfoy family kids and our little brother."

"Jealousy and rivalry."

"The battle for Harry."

"Why didn't you call us just now?" Immediately afterward, two heads with fiery red hair poked their heads in; it was Fred and George.

They quickly scanned the room, and after confirming that the person they were going to tease was no longer there, they immediately disappeared.

Next came Percy, who gave Harry and Draco a critical look before leaving like an old scholar.

But Harry noticed that even now, he was still standing tall, seemingly wanting people to notice his Prefect badge.

"That Percy."

"I think his expression was fake," Draco suddenly said.

This finally freed Harry from his regret about wanting to travel through time, "Because he kept his chest puffed out?"

"Yes, haven't you noticed? Percy has been trying to get our attention."

"It must be because of us—" Draco said.

"We didn't congratulate him on becoming Prefect," Harry added, Draco nodded approvingly.

"Why are you two still exchanging glances here?"

"If I weren't involved, I would have misunderstood too."

"I finally understand that Rita Skeeter wasn't making things up about us."

"She just published what she saw in the news." Ron walked in dejectedly.

"Are you crazy?" Draco scoffed. He knew that while Ron even somewhat liked Rita Skeeter's reports about him, he had always been opposed to their contents.

Harry remained silent, but he also felt that Draco was right.

"No, it's just that besides Ginny, Fred, George, and even Percy heard what was just said."

"When I came back, I ran into my mom and dad, and they were also—" Ron walked to the bedside and collapsed.

Harry believed that even if the Chudley Cannons won the championship, it wouldn't bring a smile to Ron's face.

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