Harry searched carefully. Strangely, Malfoy was not in Slytherin's dormitory early in the morning, nor was he in the bathroom, nor was he eating breakfast at Slytherin's dining table in the auditorium, nor was he sitting next to Snape in the office. Hmm, he was not in the school hospital either. Where was he?
Malfoy was missing again. He did not know how many times this had happened. Harry finally gave up looking.
He should talk to Elwyn and the others about this. His intuition told him that Elwyn knew something.
"By the way, Ron, Elwyn and Hermione's gifts are not in there. They will give it to you personally later. It's a surprise." He said, suddenly realizing that he should also take out the gifts during breakfast.
"Hmm, surprise, I know. I like surprises." Ron said vaguely, holding up a box of chocolate crucibles. "Do you want it?"
"No." Harry looked up and noticed that Neville had gone out. He said, "Malfoy is gone again!"
"Impossible." Ron stuffed the second chocolate crucible into his mouth, slipped off the bed and began to put on his clothes. "He can't have left the castle. Alright, hurry up. I can't wait to see the surprise that Elwyn and Hermione have for me. What will they give me? Elwyn is quite rich. It shouldn't be bad. "
He quickly changed out of his pajamas and picked up the third chocolate crucible.
"Hey, who gave this to me? It tastes really good..."
"Sigh, let's go. We have to go to the illusion class later." Harry tapped the map with his wand and read, "Prank complete!"
He put on his clothes and walked to the door of the dormitory. He found that Ron had not moved. He was leaning against the bedpost, holding a half-eaten chocolate crucible in his hand. He was staring at the rain-washed window with a strange blank expression on his face.
"Ron, hurry up. Let's go for breakfast."
"I'm not hungry. I don't want to go."
"What?" Harry glared at him. "Didn't you say that you wanted to go down and see the present that Elwyn and Hermione gave you?"
"Birthday present? I don't really care about that. "Ron sighed." It's meaningless. It doesn't matter. "
"Are you okay?" Harry looked at him suspiciously.
"No problem. I feel great now." Ron sighed again. "You … you don't understand!"
The conversation didn't match up at all. Harry looked at Ron more and more puzzled, not knowing what was going on.
After a short silence, Ron suddenly shouted, "Harry!"
"What?"
"Harry, I can't take it anymore!"
"What can't you stand?" Harry asked in surprise. He saw that Ron's face was very pale, as if he was about to fall ill.
"I can't stop thinking about her!" Ron said in a hoarse voice.
"Thinking about her? Who? "Harry was stunned, but he quickly realized that Ron might be talking about Lavender.
To be honest, he didn't expect it at all, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear it or not.
Ron and Lavender had a little conflict recently, but it wasn't the first time. Ron had conflicts with many people, and other than Elaine who refused to forgive him, he got along well with everyone in the end. So, he and Lavinco would definitely reconcile.
Maybe it was because he saw the present that Lavender gave him, Ron's heart softened, and he wanted to get back together!
But what was this? Acting crazy so early in the morning?!
Although Harry and Ron were friends, if Ron started calling Lavender "Ra-La," he would have to take a hard stance.
He had to end this topic. It was too awkward.
"I know you miss her." Harry said, trying to inject a bit of normal thinking into this matter and let Ron calm down first. "That won't stop you from eating breakfast, right? After you eat breakfast, you can go and talk to her … "
"But I don't think she knows about my existence." Ron said as he waved his hand in despair.
"What? Of course she knows about your existence. "Harry was confused." Don't you guys kiss often? It's been more than a year, and I've seen it countless times. What do you mean she doesn't know about your existence? Wait, how do you want her to know? Could it be … "
He stopped abruptly, feeling that Ron seemed to want to talk to him about some inappropriate topics between boys.
Is this appropriate? Is it really appropriate to talk about this at this time and on this occasion?
Besides, Harry didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to discuss with Ron about how to perceive "existence" more deeply.
"Listen, Ron, I know you're an adult. As long as she doesn't object, as your best friend, I will support all your thoughts and actions. I will support you to take that step. But our hearts are on the line. We have to go and eat breakfast." Harry took a deep breath and said, "Now, hurry up."
Ron still didn't respond. He just blinked in surprise.
"Who is she you're talking about?"
'Who are you talking about? 'said Harry, feeling more and more that the conversation had lost all reason.
What is Ron trying to do? Is there any point in talking about this topic?!
Even if they had to communicate, Harry felt that it wouldn't be so awkward if they talked about it in bed at night before going to bed.
Harry looked around. There was no one else in the bedroom except for the two of them.
Since Ron was out of his mind and wanted to talk about it now, he might as well talk about it. After all, it was his birthday today.
"Well, Ron, I think you and Ra …"
"It's Romida Vanni!" Ron said softly, interrupting Harry.
His whole face lit up as if the purest sunlight had shone through.
"I can't stop myself from thinking about her!"
The two looked at each other for nearly a minute. It was definitely a minute before Harry said, "This is a joke, right? You're joking. "
"No, I think … Harry, I think I love her." Ron said in a strange voice. "I'm hopelessly in love with her."
Harry's eyes widened. This guy is hopeless!
Falling in love with Romida Vanni? What the hell? Does Ron know what he's talking about?!
"Okay, okay, Ron!" "Okay, are you sure you're not joking with me? It's not funny. Say it again seriously." Harry walked closer to Ron and studied his dull eyes and pale face. "Okay, are you sure you're not joking with me? It's not funny.
"I love her!" Ron said, breathless. "Do you see her hair? It's black and shiny like satin. And her eyes? Her big black eyes. Oh, how beautiful, how charming, how lovely, and her … "
"Very well, this topic is a little funny now!" Harry said impatiently. "Romida Vanni looks like a miniature troll. Is this your idea of beauty? The joke's over, Ron. Stop it. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a heavy blow on his right ear.
Harry swayed twice. He looked up and saw that Ron had just withdrawn his fist. His face was contorted in anger and he was about to hit him again.
Crazy, absolutely crazy!
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