A Jealous Ron

The saying goes, "A long-term illness in bed... brings filial piety to the children."

Ron embarked on a path of no return.

He suffered for six months, being a groundhog and constantly tormented by Harry, and ultimately almost got sent to Azkaban Peter...

Fortunately, after all the hardships, he was transformed from the lowest-ranking child in the family into the most beloved child.

In the beginning, Ron was indeed very depressed. He would go to the ward every day on time and join the elderly men and women at the entrance in doing silly things.

I'm sorry I was born a witch!

But after being taken care of for so long, Ron got a little arrogant.

His elderly mother provides him with delicious meals, each one different from the last; Percy drops his new job to help with tutoring; the twins take turns making funny faces and sending him all sorts of prank items; Ginny acts cute in the hospital room just to make him laugh...

The whole family doted on him. After living like this for a while, Ron naturally got carried away.

He's getting too cocky!

So, relying on the fact that his shoes were thick and wouldn't hurt his feet, he started doing all sorts of dangerous things.

Not only has his temper become inexplicably bad, but his demands are also becoming increasingly unreasonable. He's arrogant all day long, wanting this and that.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the Weasley family.

(Mrs. Weasley: I'm not dead yet!)

If it were based on Mrs. Weasley's usual explosive temper, she would have already grabbed the Rolling Wand and hung Ron up and beaten him.

How can we tolerate him constantly complaining that the food isn't to his liking... such a ridiculous and disgusting habit!

She's enduring it, everyone's enduring it... waiting for Ron to recover so they can settle scores later.

For some debts, the longer they are left unpaid, the higher the interest will be.

It's only satisfying to slaughter a pig when it's fattened up!

However, Charlie couldn't take it anymore; after delivering meals several times, he was already furious.

Today, Ron asked him for a birthday present again, and the first thing he asked for was Firebolt!

Charlie has a terrible temper!

He has the money for a hammer, why does he buy Firebolt? Why don't you just use a rocket?

William and Hermione lingered at the door for a while before finally going inside.

Because Charlie had already mistaken Ron for a Slytherin player... he gave him a friendly "foul"!

Charlie raised his hand and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Ron's head, followed by a lightning-fast kick to the head.

Ron suddenly felt like he had taken 10,000 points of damage, while his health was only 10,001.

As the two rushed in, Charlie had already grabbed Ron and executed a flying wrist reverse cross lock.

Prepare to crush his head.

William quickly grabbed Charlie and rescued Ron.

Whether he was frightened by Charlie or saw William and Hermione, Ron became more restrained and his attitude softened a bit.

"Aren't you two in Italy?" Ron rubbed his neck and asked hurriedly.

"Did that dragon really destroy Venice?"

He's been reading the newspaper these past few days, but it only contains pictures of Venice.

No one, not William and Hermione, who were directly involved, knows the full story.

William glanced at Ron and said softly, "Really."

I hadn't seen him for a while, and he had gained a considerable amount of weight. Clothes that didn't fit him well before were now even smaller.

Ron asked in awe, "You've killed another dragon?"

"More or less," William mumbled.

"But what I don't understand is, what's the difference between this and the dragon named Norbert that France killed last year?"

Ron spoke in a keyboard warrior-like, pontificating tone:

"What I mean is, how could it destroy Venice when the Italy Auror didn't stop it?"

I remember Charlie saying that a dozen or so wizards could control a fire dragon.

Is the Italy Ministry of Magic really that weak?

"Ron, that's no ordinary dragon. A typical dragon is only a dozen meters long. According to the reports, that dragon was a hundred meters long!" Charlie explained patiently.

"Besides, we gave the fire dragon a strong sedative, so it was easy to control."

"But even with Hermione by his side, William was able to stop it," Ron muttered softly. "It's not that powerful."

Hermione raised an eyebrow but refrained from speaking.

"Why didn't they give White Dragon sleeping pills?" Ron asked again.

William and the other two looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Ron said impatiently.

But nobody paid him any attention, and William and Charlie started talking about Romania.

Ron's bad temper flared up again. He kicked a chair leg, interrupting the two of them, and said:

"What kind of dragon is that? It's so big!"

He spoke in the tone of a dragon expert:

"I'm guessing it's the Ukrainian Ironbelly? I heard it's the biggest fire dragon... or maybe it's the Hungarian Horntail."

"I already said, ordinary dragons are only a dozen meters long," Charlie said angrily.

"That white dragon was over a hundred meters long and did not belong to any of these dragon species."

Ron was too young before, Charlie didn't notice anything. But after several years, when he suddenly returned home, he discovered:

They're all pretty smart, so why does Ron seem a bit... dim-witted?

"So, you don't actually know what kind of dragon it is, right?" Ron said sarcastically.

At that moment, Charlie really wanted to pull out his Muggle AK-47 and fire a burst at Ron.

Let him experience it for himself: why a gun... is more useful than a magic wand!

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. When the door was opened, it was the female healer from before.

"Mr. Stark, there's only one bottle of the calming and brain-nourishing tonic left."

The witch apologized, "If you wish to continue using it..."

"I'll take care of the rest," William said after a moment's thought.

"That's wonderful." The witch nodded.

"This is Miss Jorkins ' hospital admission fee and the cost of the therapist's consultation, totaling five thousand Galleon."

William took the bill, glanced at it casually, and handed it to Hermione.

"Go to Gringotts number 12138 in Gringotts to collect the money. I'll speak with the Goblin," he said calmly.

"Okay." The female medical therapist left quickly.

The Wizarding World is just as realistic as the Muggle world; if you don't have money, they definitely won't treat you.

For injuries like the Unforgivable Curses, expert consultation and the use of the best Potions are required, which makes the price even higher.

Ron's medical expenses were covered by Hogwarts. Otherwise, how could he have stayed here for several months?

Even if he were sold, he still couldn't afford the exorbitant medical bills.

"Five thousand Galleon?" Ron clicked his tongue slightly. He had been saving for several years and had only managed to secretly accumulate a little Galleon.

He had all his money at school, and he planned to buy some expensive gifts at the Quidditch World Cup.

He left in a hurry, so the money should still be hidden under the bed. Ron was confident that no one would find it.

"Who's sick?" he asked curiously.

"A friend is injured," William said vaguely.

Ron sighed enviously:

"Five thousand Galleon... What kind of friends are you? So generous! You two really don't treat Galleon like money."

"Ron, this isn't about the money." Hermione frowned, looking up from the bill at him.

She doesn't like wasting money; for example, she objected when William wanted to gamble on football... but Hermione is definitely not someone who is reluctant to spend money.

This is related to family education. Hermione's father is a dentist, and her family is middle-class; they are not short of money at all.

"Yeah, I heard that the Italy Order of Magic, First Class alone is worth 20,000 Galleon for the two of you," Ron said sourly.

"Of course I don't care about five thousand Galleon."

Hermione didn't speak, but simply raised her eyebrows.

"Compared to you guys, George and Fred are much stingier," Ron said, seemingly to himself.

He complained, "They have so many House-elf, but they won't even give me a separate meal if I just need one to take care of me... I'm their younger brother, after all..."

"Those House-elf are not your slaves, Ron, they are our employees!" Hermione said angrily.

"Employees? Everyone knows House-elf don't need wages." Ron suddenly scoffed.

"We'll pay them!" She stood up abruptly, glaring at Ron. "I'll say it again, they're not slaves."

"Wages... Hmph, Hermione —listen to this too," Ron shouted, "They like it. They like being other people's slaves!"

"Then go find a House-elf who wants to be your slave." Hermione stared at him coldly.

"Nobody's stopping you. But don't get your eyes on our shop's House-elf."

Don't even think about having them serve you for free.

Ron immediately turned red.

Hermione retorted without hesitation, "We paid them to do what we want, it's none of your business."

Also, I will improve the living environment of my House-elf, no matter what you say!

William will help me! If you don't want to help, fine, but please don't be sarcastic or cynical!

Because it didn't cost you a single Knut!

Hermione brandished the bill in her hand and shrieked:

"Also, the Italy Ministry of Magic gave them 20,000 Galleon... I know you're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Ron's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "What am I jealous of?"

"Of course you're jealous," Hermione sneered. "Even with Hermione by his side, William managed to stop it; he's not that amazing."

Isn't that what you said?

"Do you think... if you were in my place, you could do what we did?"

But you know nothing!

We are wanted by the Italy Ministry of Magic, and we risk our lives to find the truth.

The dangers involved are far beyond what you, lying in the hospital, can imagine!

If you want those Galleon, go ahead and ask for them! William and I don't care about that little bit of money at all!

We'd rather switch places with you, hiding in a safe room so you can face that white dragon!

Ron's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word. He was somewhat embarrassed and angry at being so blatantly exposed.

"Let's go, William, we still need to visit the Longbottoms." Hermione tilted her head. "Don't waste time here!"

William stood up, and the girl immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

After thinking for a moment, to prevent himself from beating Ron again, Charlie followed him out.

The room fell silent again, with only Ron sitting there, his expression unpredictable.

He kicked the lunchbox to the ground.

But then I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten lunch yet.

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