Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan ran back to the Gryffindor Public Lounge with Hermione in his pants.

Despite the lateness of the hour, the public lounge is very lively.

No one went to sleep and they were discussing the Dementor attack at the Quidditch site.

Gryffindor loses the game and everyone is sad, but most people put it behind their heads except Quiddich players and a few iron fans.

Anyway, losing to Ravenclaw or Hecky Patch is not particularly unacceptable as long as it's not to Slytherin.

Now, they are more eager to communicate with each other on how to cast the Guardianship spell, and several students who cast the complete Guardianship spell are surrounded by a group of people. Percy, for example, was proud to show off his patron saint to a dozen junior students.

Ivan and Hermione were warmly welcomed just as they entered.

The scene atmosphere reached its peak, everyone surrounded them in the center, seven mouths and tongues of advice on how to use the Guardian God spell.

Especially Evan, a lot of girls want to see his Patron God again.

Everybody's excited, except Ron.

He seemed even more unhappy to see Ivan and Hermione welcome, and he stared at them for a long time before turning back to the dormitory in shade.

The next second, you'll hear a stuffy scream coming from the boys' dormitory.

The atmosphere stalled and no one spoke throughout the public lounge, and everyone stared at the door with fear. Rushing footsteps became louder and louder, then Ron jumped into everyone's sight and covered a bed sheet.

“Look, look at this. Look at this!” He roared and walked to Hermione, shaking the sheet in front of her.

“Ron, what are you looking at?” Hermione said confused.

“Spots, look, Spots!” Ron rudely extended the sheets to Hermione's eyes.

Hermione dodged Ron and was completely overwhelmed.

Ivan looked at the sheet Ron was holding, and there was something red on it. Looks horrible, like...

“Blood!” Ron yelled in a panicked silence, "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor? ”

“No, I don't know.” Hermione's voice was trembling.

Ron threw something in front of Hermione, and everyone leaned forward, and they saw several long turmeric cat hairs scattered on the floor.

“Ron, a few cat hairs doesn't mean anything, you should go under all the boys' beds and look for the spots, it might be...” Hermione said with a pale face.

“Enough!” Ron shouted out loud and scared everyone, "I'm sick of you, Hermione! You've always been like this, never taking Crook Mountain's intentions to eat speckles seriously, never bothering to look closely at Crook Mountain. Bambi is dead now, and you're pretending to think Mount Crook is innocent! ”

“These cat hairs may have been there since school started, and you've been biased against them since the day Crook Hill jumped on your head in that amazing animal store.” Hermione stubbornly said.

“Bias?!” Ron waving his arm wildly, "that monster, he jumped on my head, he ate the spots, am I to praise it for doing it right?! ”

“You know I didn't mean that...” Hermione's voice dropped again, tears spinning in her eyes.

“Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!” Ron didn't bypass Hermione at all, he continued shouting, “You've always treated me like a fool or idiot who doesn't understand anything. It's obviously me who protected you in front of Malfoy. It's obviously me who helped you hit Snape in class. It's obviously me..."

The sooner Ron said it, the sooner he saw Hermione look scared and sad, his heart felt very painful, but unusually happy, with a kind of happiness after revenge.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the dream he had been having recently, and Hermione, who had always appeared in the dream.

I don't know why, he suddenly found his nose sour and endured not crying out.

“All right, Ron?!” Seeing something was wrong, Fred rushed over and said softly, "Didn't you always say how annoying the spots are?! And it's been out of spirit for a long time, and it's consuming a little bit. Death is probably better for it, it probably doesn't even feel...”

“Yes, the spots are just eating, sleeping and eating all day long, Ron. That's what you said.” George followed suit.

“Once it bit Gore for us!” Ron said tragically.

“It was its most glorious moment.” Fred couldn't help laughing on his face, "let Gore's finger scar remain a permanent memory of it. Oh, come on, Ron. Reconcile with Hermione and buy another rat. Come on. ”

“But..." Ron lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

“In fact, I think Hermione is right, the spots may not be dead, they're just hiding somewhere.” Ivan said with an enlightened interception.

Peter Pettigrew couldn't have just died, let alone been killed by Crookshanks.

He was just afraid of Sirius Black and tried to escape again by fake death.

By tracking the medication, Ivan could feel the spots hiding in the right corner of the public lounge, watching the show open.

He was going to go over there and pull him out and just took two steps, and Ron stopped him, and he seemed to re-provoke Ron with that sentence.

“Do you think the spots aren't dead?!” Ron looked at Ivan angrily, gasping as if he was ready to jump over, "I knew you would be on Hermione's side, it was all your fault, if you hadn't advised Hermione to buy Crooked Mountain, Spots wouldn't die! ”

“What?!” Evan wondered, all day today, he felt something was wrong with Ron.

“Yes, it's all your fault. You killed the spots!” Ron clenched his fist and his eyes filled with tears were red, "the same was true at Quidditch, without your ridiculous guardian spell, Gryffindor would not have lost. ”

Ivan was standing still, and he didn't know how Ron had come to that conclusion.

Ron's head must be angry. This is ridiculous. Gryffindor lost the game because of his patron saint?!

“Ron, Evan's Guardian saved everyone!” Colin whispered all the time.

“Of course you think so, you're just a ridiculous follower of this guy.” Ron shouted at Colin and quickly turned his head and looked at Ivan, as if he were hypnotizing himself, with a vague whisper in his mouth, "Tom Riddle was right, you killed Bambi, you caused Griffindor to lose the game, you took Hermione, she was supposed to belong to me...”

The public lounge was silent, the junior students shrunk back in fear, everyone looked at Ron silently, and no one could hear what he was saying.

Ivan took another step forward, and he wanted to find the spot, maybe see it, and calm Ron down.

He just bounced and saw Ron standing opposite him suddenly pounding at himself.