Ginny Is Killing It!

Harry was still brainstorming, caught in a schizophrenic pattern of emotionally wanting Ginny and morally condemning himself.

Unexpectedly, Ron had already rushed over before him.

"Hey, you two!" he roared, furious.

Dean and Ginny separated abruptly. Upon discovering it was Ron, Ginny said impatiently:

What's wrong with you now?

"What's wrong with me?!" Ron roared. "I don't want to see my own sister hugging and kissing someone else in public."

"There was no one in this corridor to begin with; you barged in yourself!" Ginny began to build up her anger.

"Hmm... let's go, Ginny," Dean whispered, "Let's go back to the common room..."

He gets a headache just looking at Ron now; this ultimate sister-obsessed brother-in-law is terrifying.

"You go back first!" Ginny said. "I need to say a few words to this idiot!"

Dean left immediately; he couldn't wait to get out of there.

"Okay," Ginny tossed her red hair.

Her anger had reached 20%, and she questioned:

"Let's get this straight, Ronald Weasley! Who I'm friends with and what I do with whom is none of your business!"

What right do you have to tell me what to do? Are you trying to teach me how to do things?!

Since the beginning of this semester, Ron has been picking on her every now and then, and even wrote home saying that she was dating someone.

Ginny had had enough and now just wanted to teach this annoying brother a lesson.

"Yes, that's right!" Ron said angrily, "You think I want to bother with you?"

I just don't want people to say my sister is a "

"What is it?" Ginny's anger level instantly reached 75%. She swiftly pulled out her wand and aimed it at Ron.

"What is it? Explain yourself!"

"There's nothing here, Ginny..." Harry, disregarding his split personality, quickly stepped between the two.

"Nothing at all? Is he trying to call me a slut, or a whore?!"

"Ginny, that's not what he thinks!" Harry mumbled.

Although he knew that was what Ron meant, after all, he had often made sarcastic remarks about Dean in the dorm.

Ginny, her anger fully charged, started building Mejai's Soulstealer: "That's exactly what he's thinking!"

"Because he has never hugged any other girl in his life, and from childhood to adulthood, he has only been kissed by our Aunt Muriel."

She's more than ten years older than Dumbledore!

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt like laughing. Although he had never hugged a girl, it wasn't that bad.

But Harry quickly tensed up, his nails digging into his skin.

No, if I laugh out loud now, I'll be finished being friends with Ron.

"Shut up!" Ron was furious and embarrassed, his face turning from red to purple.

"No, I won't shut up!" Ginny continued to recount Ron's embarrassing past.

"You like Madam Rosmerta, the landlady, and you always peep at her every time you go to Three Broomsticks. You're disgusting!"

Also, you like that Veela named Phoebe, and you even dared to invite her to the Yule Ball like a toad trying to eat swan meat.

It's a pity she doesn't even look at you; she likes William...

Ginny's Soulstealer stacks are full, and she starts unleashing a barrage of attacks:

"If you hugged and cuddled with other people, you wouldn't care so much about what I'm doing!"

Unfortunately, nobody wants to see you, not even the ghost Moaning Myrtle.

"Do you know why?" Ginny continued her attack, delivering a fatal blow to his ego:

"The girls around me all think you're ridiculous and laughable, always following Harry around like Joker!"

Instead of worrying about what I'm doing, you should take better care of yourself.

Or read more books; that way, even if you're completely useless, you'll at least have some redeeming qualities!

Ron drew his wand, panting heavily, his hands trembling as he aimed at Ginny.

Harry quickly stepped in between to prevent any "brotherly affection and sisterly respect" from arising.

Ron wanted to bypass Harry and give Ginny a good whack, but Harry stopped him.

He shouted:

"What nonsense are you spouting! You're slandering me! Just because I wasn't in public!"

Ginny let out a harsh laugh, and she activated her true Musou mowing-down mode.

Who would want to be intimate with you in public?

Are those Scabbers from Wormtail? Or is it a picture of Aunt Muriel that you hide under your pillow?!

"You!!" Ron's eyes turned red, and he raised his hand to unleash a spell.

Harry raised his arm, and the orange light was deflected, missing Ginny by mere inches.

Harry quickly pinned Ron against the wall and yelled:

"What are you doing? Are you crazy, Ron? That's your sister!"

Ginny persisted, but her voice was already trembling with tears as she said:

"When Mom was at school, she would go on dates with Dad and wouldn't return to the lounge until late at night."

Cedric and Cho also had an intimate encounter, right there in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

Also, Hermione and William. They're about our age. I heard from Anne that they'll get engaged after William graduates next year.

"Only you, Ron, see this as something disgusting."

That's because your experience is less than that of a cat like Bobocha!

You'd better stay single your whole life!

After saying that, she stormed off.

Harry released Ron, and both of them were stunned.

Are William and Hermione getting engaged?

Harry's first thought was how much money he should give as a wedding gift;

Ron stood there, panting heavily.

Later, Miss Alice 'Filch cat, appeared in the corner, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Mrs. Norris was nowhere to be seen; she had apparently gone on a date with Bobocha.

It seems Ginny was right; their experience is indeed inferior to that of a cat.

"Let's go, Filch should be here soon," Harry said.

They left the corridor and returned to the party.

At this point, some more problems arose during the party.

With many people from outside the school visiting, security measures naturally need to be very thorough.

Without an invitation, you cannot be allowed in.

Malfoy sneaked in, but was caught by Filch.

"It's alright, Argus," Slughorn said, waving his hand.

"Wanting to attend the party isn't a crime. Let it go this time, but don't let it happen again. Draco, you can stay."

Malfoy smiled and thanked Slughorn.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Slughorn waved his hand and said, "After all, I know your grandfather..."

"He has always spoken highly of you, sir," Malfoy immediately flattered, while checking William's position.

He certainly didn't want to actually kill someone when he made his move.

"My grandfather also said that you are the best Potions expert he knows..."

If Snape were here, he would probably find the name familiar, because Draco had said the same thing to him.

Fortunately, he's hiding somewhere now.

Draco didn't see William, but Harry did see Draco.

In Harry's view, choosing a girlfriend is simple... If there's Cho, choose Cho; if not, choose Goldie; if there's neither Cho nor Goldie, Young Malfoy.

With Autumn and King absent, Harry decisively forgot his earlier unpleasantness and moved closer to Malfoy.

He had been watching this kid closely for the past six months, and even suspected that he might become Death Eaters or be the murderer who attacked Katie.

I definitely need to get close to him now and eavesdrop on his conversations.

But Slughorn is looking to get rid of Draco.

Although he used to have a good relationship with Draco, Lucius was a Death Eaters and had been imprisoned.

Now that he has chosen Dumbledore and William, he should stay away from the Death Eaters family.

So when he saw Harry approaching, he immediately walked towards Harry and Ron as well.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron, clearly having heard Peeves's announcement that Harry had invited Ron to the party.

A House-elf wandered over, looking rather dazed, as if it were drunk.

Slughorn beckoned and picked up a bottle of oak-aged mead from the plate.

"Come on, have some of everything, this is my favorite kind of wine."

Slughorn poured three glasses of wine and handed one to Harry and Malfoy.

Then he saw Ron next to Harry, poured him a glass, and said, "You don't look too good, Ralph."

"It's Ron!" Harry whispered.

Ron didn't care; he hadn't recovered from the taunts Ginny had just delivered.

Holding his wine glass, he only wanted to get drunk. Before Slughorn could even raise his glass, he had already poured the wine into his mouth and swallowed it.

In an instant, Ron felt his ears ringing, as if all his troubles had vanished.

Ron dropped the cup and collapsed to the ground. His limbs convulsed violently, he foamed at the mouth, and his eyes bulged out.

"Ron!" Harry shouted.

He lay on the ground, administering first aid to Ron, thinking:

"Ginny's damage is that high? Wow, she's really going on a killing spree."