Ron Got What He Wanted

"How could such a family have died out?" Penelope asked.

Ryan's pale pupils contracted slightly.

Passing through the walls of Smith Castle, through thickets of woodland, along tracks, and through old and modern buildings, we finally arrived at the top of the stone steps in the Death Chamber on the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic in London, behind the tattered Veil hanging from the archway.

He uttered the name in a low voice, "Ignotus Peverell".

"You mean, them and Nicolas Flamel —but they're not immortals!"

"The blood of their ancestors flows in their veins and is passed down continuously."

If it is long enough, they may be resurrected in a generation of non-wizard descendants.

At that time, the gods may once again walk on the earth.

The true nature of a wizard will also be revealed.

The world will be led back into chaos by the guidance of the Old Gods (ancient wizards) and the wizarding nature of those who have returned to the distortion of reality.

Modern technology will collapse, along with the prosperous Muggle society.

At that time, it will be a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak.

Even I have to admit it.

He was indeed a great man.

"People?"

"He truly sees himself as a human being. He always has."

At this time.

Harry Potter, a descendant of Ignotus Peverell, is standing with his head bowed.

Standing before the Hungarian Horntail, tickled by Hagrid, he looked utterly speechless.

The Hungarian Horntail now bears none of the fierce nature of its kind.

Instead, he stared longingly at Hagrid like a little puppy.

The bronze-colored spikes swayed back and forth, leaving scratches on the ground as dust rose.

"I still can't believe it. This can't be Lyle."

It's always been very mischievous. It often ambushes dragon tamers and fights with its brothers and sisters. "These are the words of Charlie."

Because of Hagrid's existence.

The current dragon tamers have retained four members.

To serve as a facade.

As for the next match, Charlie will be in charge of taking care of his brother-in-law's Hungarian Horntail, Lyle.

But it was less about taking care of them and more about camping on the sidelines.

Under Hagrid's influence, the four dragons became very obedient.

They only operate within the designated areas.

It doesn't even breathe fire.

It's important to understand that this is an instinct for them that is almost as essential as breathing.

The only difference is that they will die if they don't breathe, but they won't if they don't breathe fire.

"Have you memorized this route?" Hagrid turned to Harry. "From now on, you'll come to see Lyle on your own."

I've given it instructions. It will obey you until the next game is over.

"Raise your hand?" Harry gestured.

Lyle, the dragon opposite, also raised his right claw, just like Harry.

"I'm so envious. I wish I were Champion," Charlie exclaimed, witnessing the scene before him.

He then asked, "Where are Ginny and Ron?"

They are always there for you.

I heard they've made up.

And you too.

Harry lowered his right hand and tentatively touched Lyle's bronze horn.

Upon hearing Charlie's question, he said, "They asked for it themselves."

Ron was very interested in the Dragon Claw Powder, and he was afraid that when he came, he would be tempted to ask you for it.

I'm even more afraid that you'll give it to him.

This violates the rules of the dragon trainers.

Ginny, on the other hand, was simply following the rules.

After all, according to the rules, only the Champion and Hagrid are allowed to come over.

"Is this something Ron and Ginny would say?" Charlie blinked, his scarred, muscular arms bulging with surprise as he clenched his fists.

Harry glanced at Hagrid instinctively.

I decided not to say it was because Hagrid had just cried for a while.

Time: Sunday; Chamber of Secrets on the hillside outside Hogsmeade Village.

"I have Dragon Claw Powder! I have Dragon Claw Powder! I have Dragon Claw Powder!"

"Shut up, Ron! We all know you have Dragon Claw Powder."

Harry, I still don't understand why you didn't try to persuade Charlie.

"Being too nice to Ron will make him arrogant!" Ginny looked at Harry, puzzled.

Charlie said that the metabolic products of the dragons used in the competition were not included in the loss calculation.

Professor Sprout, for example, would often come over and take several pounds of dragon dung.

Use it as fertilizer for her plants.

After all, we all know that dragon dung is the best fertilizer. The fresher the better.

Some expensive perfumes also require fermentation products.

"Dragon Claw too?"

"Fingernails grow back, so this doesn't affect Charlie at all."

"He said it himself. This is a hidden Fawley of Dragon Tamer." Harry shrugged.

Ron, standing to the side, was filled with regret, thinking, "If only I had known I could have done it this way."

I already... Sigh, I've missed so much!

I could have grown up drinking Dragon Claw Powder!

Harry rolled his eyes. "When the dragons are in the dragon farm, all the output goes to the dragon farm itself."

Although it is possible to secretly remove metabolic waste products and include them in the fighting and natural losses caused during transportation.

But if you are caught, you will be fined.

These natural metabolic processes only belong to the Dragon Tamer when the dragon is rented out and the Dragon Tamer is away.

Even so, a single fire dragon often requires seven or eight Dragon Tamer.

When divided equally, there's hardly any profit to be made.

And it's usually not split evenly.

It depends on seniority. Those with more seniority often take the lion's share, or even the whole amount.

Ron, you were just lucky this time. If it weren't for Hagrid, Charlie would never have been able to watch over a dragon all by himself.

How do you know so much!

"They're not all asking Charlie, are they?" Ron frowned.

His intuition told him that Harry was asking such detailed questions because of him.

Sure enough, Harry nodded. "I knew you'd complain."

I specifically asked about the details of this hidden Fawley for Dragon Tamer.

Ginny clapped her hands gently. "That's so cool, Harry!"

Ron is such a good-for-nothing bastard and hypocrite!

"Let's watch TV!" Ron awkwardly changed the subject, coughing a few times. "Harry finally got a TV installed here."

Those jerks in the lounge, all they know how to do is watch "Man vs. Wild," it's not that it's bad.

But watching just one show is too boring!

I want to watch "Run, Auror!"

Angie Baby in it is so beautiful!

Those long legs when they run... slurp

"Hah!"

That's disgusting, Ron Weasley!

I remember you have a girlfriend!

On weekends, characters like Neville and Draco know to spend time with their girlfriends.

And you?

All you do is follow Harry around and disrupt my time with Harry!

Still thinking about Angie Baby all day long!

"That name sounds really weird! Who in their right mind would be named Angie?" Ginny retorted sarcastically.

"We are wizards. What's wrong with having a strange name?"

Tonks is also called Nymphadora!

And Draco, is that a normal person's name?

Ginny, the way you think is just because we're too influenced by Muggle culture.

"They're all normal names in the Wizarding World." Ron glanced around, his words veiled.

They just don't mention why they didn't go to Lavender and instead chose to be a third wheel for Ginny and Harry.