Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Ron embarked on such a path of no return.

He was guilty of six months of crime. While he was a groundhog, he was involved in various ways by Harry, and he was almost sent to Azkaban by Peter...

Fortunately, all the hardships came, and he, who had the lowest status in the family, had once become the most favored child.

At the beginning, Ron was really depressed, and he was on the number every day, and followed the uncles and aunts at the door to work together:

Born to be a witch, I'm sorry!

But after being taken care of for a long time, Ron drifted a bit.

The old mother provided a good meal without heavy samples; Percy left her new job and came to help make up classes; the twins took turns talking and gave various mischievous products; Ginny sold cuteness in the ward just to amuse him...

The whole family circled around him.After such a long time, Ron of course drifted away.

He is too floating!

So, relying on whether his shoes were thick or not piercing his feet, he began to do all kinds of things.

The temper is inexplicably bad, not to mention, the demands are getting more and more excessive.All day long, arrogant, want this or that.

Those who didn't know thought that he was the head of the Weasley family.

(Mrs. Weasley: My mother is not dead yet!)

In accordance with Mrs. Weasley's previous explosive temper, holding the Demon Rolling Rod, Ron was hung up and beaten.

Where can he let him yell every day, the food is not to the taste...this kind of shit!

She was enduring, everyone was enduring...waiting for Ron to heal, and then settle accounts.

For some accounts, the longer the delay, the higher the interest rate.

The pigs were fattened, and they were killed!

But Charlie couldn't bear it anymore, he was already irritated after delivering food a few times.

Today, Ron asked him again for a birthday present, and his mouth was Firebolt!

Charlie is so angry!

He has money for hammers, to buy Firebolts?Why don't you want a rocket.

William and Hermione stayed at the door for a while, but finally went in.

Because Charlie has regarded Ron as a Slytherin player...fouled him in good faith!

Charlie raised his hand and pointed it at Ron's head, which was an iron elbow of love, and then another chasing shadowless foot.

Ron suddenly felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage, and his blood volume was only 10,000 points.

When the two rushed in, Charlie had already pulled Ron and used a flying wrist reverse cross fixation technique.

Ready to pinch his head.

William quickly grabbed Charlie and saved Ron.

I don't know if he was scared by Charlie, or he saw William and Hermione, Ron was somewhat restrained and his attitude became better.

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

"That dragon really ruined Venice?"

He has been reading the newspaper these days, but there are only some pictures of Venice in the newspaper.

There were no two parties, William and Hermione, who knew clearly.

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

I haven't seen him for a while, he is a full lap fatter than before.Clothes that didn’t fit well before are now smaller.

Ron asked in awe, "You killed a dragon again?"

"Almost." William said vaguely.

"But what I don't understand is, is there any difference from the dragon named Norbert killed in France last year?"

Ron used a keyboard man to point out his tone of voice:

"I mean, how can it ruin Venice, the Italian Auror will not stop it?

I remember Charlie said that a dozen of them can control a fire dragon.

Is the Italian Ministry of Magic so weak?"

"Ron, that is not an ordinary dragon. An ordinary dragon is only a dozen meters long. According to reports, that dragon is a hundred meters long!" Charlie explained patiently.

"Besides, we all give the fire dragon a powerful sleeping pill, so it is easy to control."

"But William with Hermione can stop it," Ron muttered quietly."Not much."

Hermione's eyebrows raised lightly, but she kept silent.

"Why don't they give Bailong sleeping pills?" Ron asked again.

All three William looked at him with stupid eyes.

"What's wrong, am I wrong?" Ron said impatiently.

But no one paid him any attention. William and Charlie talked about Romania.

Ron's bad temper came up again. He kicked the leg of the chair and interrupted the two of them:

"What kind of dragon is that, so big?"

He said in the tone of a dragon expert:

"I guess it is Ukrainian iron belly? I heard that it is the biggest fire dragon...or else it is the Hungarian hornet."

"I just said that a normal dragon is only a dozen meters long." Charlie angrily said:

"That white dragon is as long as white rice and does not belong to these dragon species."

Ron was too young before, and Charlie didn't feel much.After a few years of absence, he found out after suddenly returning home:

Their family is very smart, how come Ron's place seems to be a little... inadequate?

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

At this moment, Charlie really wanted to take out Muggle's ak47 and give Ron a shuttle.

Let him feel: why the gun thing... is better than a magic wand!

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Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.After the door was opened, it was the female medical practitioner before.

"Mr. Stark, there is only the last bottle of the soothing and nourishing agent left."

The witch apologized: "If you want to use it continuously..."

"I'll take care of the rest." William thought for a moment.

"That's great." The witch nodded.

"This is Miss Jorkins' hospitalization fees and the cost of the therapist expert consultation, totaling five thousand gallons."

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

"You go to Gringotts vault No. 12138 to withdraw money, and I will greet the fairies." He said calmly.

"Okay." The female medical therapist left soon.

The magical world is as realistic as the Muggle world, and no money will definitely not give you treatment.

For injuries like the Unforgivable Curse, it is still more expensive to use the best potion for expert consultation.

Ron’s medical expenses were contracted by Hogwarts.Otherwise, how could he live here for a few months?

He couldn't afford the high medical expenses even after he sold it.

"Five thousand gallons?" Ron was slightly speechless. After saving for several years, he secretly saved a little gallon.

The money is in school, and he is going to buy some expensive gifts at the Quidditch World Cup.

When leaving in a hurry, the money should be hidden under the bed.Ron was confident that no one noticed.

"Who is sick?" he asked curiously.

"A friend is injured." William said vaguely.

Ron sighed enviously:

"Five Thousand Galleons... what a friend, so generous, you two don't use Galleon as money."

"Ron, it's not a question of money." Hermione frowned, looking away from the bill to look at him.

She doesn't like to waste money. For example, if William wants to bet on football, she is against it... But Hermione is definitely not a person who is not willing to spend money.

This is related to family education.Hermione’s father is a dentist and his family is also a middle-class family, so he doesn’t lack money at all.

"Yeah, I heard that just for the first class magic medal in Italy, you two have 20,000 gallons." Ron said sourly.

"Naturally do not care about these five thousand gallons."

Hermione did not speak, but raised her eyebrows.

"Compared with you, George and Fred are much stingy." Ron seemed to be talking to himself.

He complained: "The two of them obviously have so many little elves. I only need one to take care of me and give me a separate meal. They are not willing... I am still their brother..."

"Those house elves are not your slaves, Ron, they are our employees!" Hermione said angrily.

"Employees? Everyone knows that house elves don't need wages." Ron suddenly laughed.

"We pay!" She stood up suddenly, glaring at Ron."I repeat, they are not slaves."

"Salary...huh, Hermione-you listen carefully," Ron said loudly, "They, like it, like this. They like to be someone else's slave!"

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

"No one is stopping you. But don't put your ideas on the house elves in our shop.

Don't even think about it, let them serve you for free."

Ron flushed immediately.

Hermione said mercilessly: "That was what we hired for money. Whatever we are willing to do, it has nothing to do with you.

Also, I will improve the living environment of house elves, no matter what you say!

William will help me too!You don’t need to help, but please don’t make a mockery!

Because it didn't cost you a nat!"

Hermione raised the bill in her hand, and she screamed:

"Also, the Italian Ministry of Magic gave 20,000 gallons...I know you are jealous!"

"Jealous?" Ron's face flushed to the back of his ears, and he squatted: "What am I jealous of?"

"Of course you are jealous," Hermione sneered. "'William takes Hermione and can stop it, not too much.'

Isn't this what you said?"

"Do you think...if you, taking my place, could do what we did.

But you don’t know anything!

We are wanted by the Italian Ministry of Magic and risked our lives to find the truth.

The danger in the middle is not what you can imagine lying in the hospital!

You want those Kanon, go get it!William and I don't care about the money!

We would rather exchange with you, hide in a safe room, let you face the white dragon!"

Ron's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.Being exposed nakedly, he became a little bit angry.

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

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

Cha ideal thought, in order to prevent himself from beating Ron again, he also followed out.

The room was quiet again, only Ron was sitting there uncertainly.

He kicked the lunch box to the ground.

But suddenly I remembered that I haven't eaten lunch yet.

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