Ron's Miserable Childhood

The weather is changing very quickly. Just a while ago, everyone was wearing short sleeves under their school uniforms, but now we have to wear winter capes.

Looking out from the corridor towards the Forbidden Forest, all you could see was a vast expanse of white, and the lake was frozen over.

The frequent blizzards also made Harry's Herbology unpredictable, which meant that Harry and Draco had even less time together.

You should know that Ravenclaw are in Herbology with Slytherin.

Harry had almost forgotten what Draco looked like.

Draco has been very busy lately, training.

Slytherin lost to Hufflepuff again in Quidditch.

Flint's underhanded tactics seemed to have no effect whatsoever, as Cedric showed no reaction to Flint's words.

However, Flint insisted that this was because the match time was moved forward to before Christmas due to snow.

If it's after Christmas, Diggory will probably be crying as he leaves the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.

However, despite his words, Flint's actions were exactly the same as Gryffindor's – training rain or shine.

While Harry was missing Draco and making fun of the Slytherin Team, Ron, who was killing time in the common room because the Herbology was canceled due to the snow, spoke up, "Looks like Dudley is really good. Look how heavy the snow is outside— the Slytherin still have to go to training."

Harry turned his head in surprise. It had been a while since they had spoken to each other, since Ron had spoken up for Dumbledore.

During this period, although they still went to and from get out of class together and ate together, they hardly spoke at all.

The only time was when Ron was eating, and he was asked to take the ketchup.

"Didn't you watch their game?"

"Dudley flies so steadily, even Flint's big Quaffle doesn't make him budge an inch," Harry said, forcing a smile.

He already knew he was being unreasonable, and the silence between him and Ron was just a farce.

Ron had just clearly extended a truce to him.

"I think it must be related to his magic that can crush flying brooms."

"That's not fair!" Ron replied with a smile as well.

I think so too.

"So, Ginny, do you really think we need to come?"

"I told you long ago that they would get back together sooner or later—they're like Puffskein and Dry Booger, they can't live without each other."

Fred and George, who had no classes in the morning, were pulled into the Ravenclaw Common Room. They looked at Ron and Harry, who were having a good time, and said something to each other.

"Ugh! You two!" Ginny exclaimed, feeling like throwing up.

"Puffskein is very interesting and is loved by children like you."

"Yes, it has soft, creamy-yellow fur, is round in shape, and is a very popular pet. It doesn't mind being cuddled or tossed around."

"Also, it's very easy to keep, even in our house—it's a scavenger, it eats everything from spiders to leftovers, but its favorite thing is to use its long tongue to eat the dried boogers of wizards while they're sleeping."

"It's also very useful; its fur can be used as an ingredient in Potions."

"Take Mont Bach's Laughing Potion, for example."

Fred and George spoke together around their little sister Ginny.

"Easy to raise? Cute? Laughing Potion?"

"Then why don't we have any at home?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Well, fine, it's all because of Ron!" Fred said with deep resentment.

George nodded. "Yes, it's because of him that our dream of making a fortune with Laughing Potion was shattered!"

"So, our family has had that before?" Ginny looked at her brothers suspiciously.

Ron is a very vain guy, and if they really had a pet that could replace Scabbers, Ron would definitely not refuse it.

"Yes, he used to have one. That little guy was really fun. I used to play with it—as Quaffle."

"Then it ran away, and Ron refused to have another one in the house."

"Yes, we hadn't thought about Beater at that time."

"It's all because of Wood!"

"Fred and I have to give up our dream of Chaser." Fred and George exchanged knowing glances.

"Did that poor little guy really run away?"

"You could have practiced with Goblin!"

"That's why Ron never likes you guys."

"As far as I know, there are many things. You tricked Ron into making an Unbreakable Vow to you, made Ron eat Acid Pops —burning a big gash on his tongue, and turned Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider," Ginny said angrily, her expression remarkably like her mother's.

"Fred started all of this, it has nothing to do with me," George said with a grin, raising his hand.

"Hey! My good brother!" Fred was about to complain, but when he saw Ginny, who looked almost exactly like his mother, he shrank back.

"Okay, but we were too young back then." ("Yes, it was us, George, don't try to absolve yourself!" Fred looked at George.)

"I've already been punished before. The incident with the Unbreakable Vow made my left butt look different from then on."

"I'm not much better, Fred. The only time I've ever seen Dad get angry like Mom."

"Don't interrupt me while I'm talking to Ginny, George! Like the Acid Pops incident, I got a beating from Mom for that too."

"Don't act like you were the one who got beaten up!"

"And you, George, you're always the one getting beaten up, okay!"

"Ginny, keep listening to me. The teddy bear incident was all because of Ron. He broke my flying broom handle first!" Fred and George said in unison.

"Merlin's beard! If I were Ron, it wouldn't just be a broom handle!"

"You should know that breaking Unbreakable Vow will cost you your life!" Ginny's chest heaved with rage.

"If you knew what my vow was, you wouldn't be angry," Fred said smugly, raising his head.

"What is it?! Ginny...

She was now vowing to herself that if Fred was playing a joke on her, he should prepare to suffer her Bat-Bogey Hex!

Her most famous curse!

"Well, you must know that my dad likes Muggle stuff, right?"

"Fred read in a book his father brought home that the longest a person can hold their breath is 13 minutes and 42.5 seconds."

"Okay, George, you're amazing for remembering so clearly—let me tell you, it was a book called Guinness World Records, which had all sorts of strange world records in it."

"The time George just mentioned is the record for the longest time held underwater, set in 1959 by a Muggle named Robert Foster from Canada."

"Yeah, that's weird enough, Ginny." Ginny glared at Fred and the others.

"Okay, I'll get right to the point."

"The oath was to not hold your breath for more than 14 minutes."

So what's the big deal?

"Only the dead can do that."

"Yes, Ron can't disobey even if he wanted to."

Fred and George rubbed their left and right halves of their buttocks respectively.

They recalled how their parents "loved" them back then.

The next chapter will be posted later tonight.

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