Ron's punch was so strong that Harry fell backwards.
Then he saw that Ron was about to pounce on him.
Harry instinctively pulled out his wand, and without thinking, the spell jumped into his mind: Upside Down Golden Bell!
The next second, Ron screamed, and his heels were yanked up again.
He hung helplessly in the air, his robe hanging down, his legs kicking and struggling in the air.
"Why?" Harry roared, climbing to his feet. "Are you crazy, Ron? Why did you hit me?"
"You insulted her, Harry! You said it was a joke! You said she looked like a troll! " Ron shouted, his blood rushing to his head, his face turning purple. "You must apologize to her!"
"That's ridiculous!" said Harry. "I shouldn't have said that, but what the hell is wrong with you..."
He suddenly noticed the open box on Ron's bed, and his heart felt like it had been hit by a running Romida Vanni, no, a running troll.
He had received the box of chocolate cauldrons from Romida Vanni, at the Christmas party organized by Slughorn. Because Harry had been slow in finding a date, many of the girls had had a particular idea about him. Among them, Romida Vanni was the most eager one. She wanted to make Harry fall in love with her immediately.
"Where did you get this chocolate crucible?"
"It's a birthday present!" cried Ron. He hung there, turning slowly, trying to break free.
"You picked it up from the floor, didn't you?"
"It fell from my bed. Now, put me down, Harry! If you apologize to her, I'll forgive you! "
"It didn't fall from your bed, you fool. Don't you understand? It's mine. I threw it out of the box when I was looking for the map. It's the chocolate crucible that Romida Vanni gave me before Christmas. It's laced with aphrodisiac! "
Harry finished in shock, but Ron seemed to hear only one word.
"Romida! Oh, Romida! Did you just say Romida? Harry, do you know her? Can you introduce me to her? "
Harry stared at Ron, who was hanging upside down. He stared at his face, which was now filled with infinite longing, and held back a strong laugh.
A part of his body, the part closest to his burning right ear, wanted to put Ron down.
Then he would watch him go crazy, watch him rush out to find Romida Vanni. this would be the latest news in the school this year.
Then there would be a good show to watch!
Who asked Ron to hit him just now? He deserved this kind of lesson.
But on the other hand, they were friends, and Ron had been delirious when he hit him.
Harry thought Ron deserved another punch if he let him profess his undying love to Romida Vanni.
"Okay, I'll introduce you." Harry thought for a moment and said, "I'll put you down now, okay?"
He let Ron fall to the ground. Ron immediately jumped up, beaming.
"Where is she, Harry? Where can we find her?"
"Come on, just outside," said Harry, leading Ron out of the dormitory.
Because it was breakfast time, there was no one in the common lounge.
Harry looked at Elwyn's room next door. It was also empty.
Elwyn and Hermione were already in the auditorium, waiting to give Ron a birthday surprise.
What a surprise. Harry felt that if he took Ron there, it would be a scare!
Because he was sure that Romida Vanni was in the auditorium at this time. If Ron saw her …
"Harry, where is she? I don't see her … "said Ron.
"She's in Slughorn's office," said Harry confidently.
"Why is she there?" asked Ron anxiously as he hurried to catch up.
"Oh, you know, she's taking potions lessons with him." Harry made up a story. "Potions tutoring."
"Maybe I can apply to go with her?" said Ron eagerly.
"That's a good idea," said Harry perfunctorily, leading Ron down the stairs.
Lavender was waiting by the portrait hole, which Harry did not expect.
"Happy birthday, Ro-Ro, I want to talk to you!" she said, pouting. "I prepared a birthday present for you …"
"Go away, don't block the way!" said Ron impatiently. "Harry wants to introduce me to Romida Vanni."
He did not speak to her again and squeezed out of the portrait hole.
Lavender looked exasperated. Harry had no way to describe her expression!
She did not rush up and hit Ron, which could only mean that she had a good upbringing, or her brain had not yet reacted. One thing was certain, if Ron did not explain after he woke up, his relationship with Lavender would definitely be over.
Under the guidance of the marauder's map, Harry tried to avoid other people.
He felt that Elwyn or Hermione should have a way to solve this problem and wake Ron up, but they had been in the auditorium. He and Ron could not go there, so he could only lead Ron to Slughorn's office.
Ron's current state could not be delayed any longer. Harry had expected the effect of the potion to pass quickly, but it did not. As time went by, Ron seemed to be hopelessly addicted to Romida Vanni, unable to extricate himself.
As soon as Harry knocked on the door, it was opened!
Slughorn was wearing a green velvet dressing gown and a nightcap of the same color. He was still sleepy.
"It's you, Harry!" he muttered. "It's too early. What's the matter? I usually get up late on Saturdays... "
"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you," said Harry as softly as possible. Ron stood on tiptoe, trying to look past Slughorn into the room. "But my friend Ron took the aphrodisiac by mistake. Can you give him some antidote? This is from Weasley's Magic Circus, so I brought him here to look for you. You know, we can't be discovered buying … "
"Oh, come in, son. This is not a problem," said Slughorn, stepping aside. "He needs a bottle of antidote. I thought you had already made an antidote for him. Harry, aren't you a potion expert? I think Elwyn or Hermione should be able to make this antidote. With your performance in class, it shouldn't be a problem. "
"Uh!" Harry was a little distracted because Ron was poking him in the ribs with his elbow, trying to squeeze into the room. "Well, sir, I've never made an antidote for the aphrodisiac. My good friends Elwyn and Hermione don't have one either. Besides, we don't have enough time. By the time we make one, Ron may have done something serious..."
Ron cried out as if he was trying to help. "I can't see her, Harry. Did he hide her?"
"Tsk, tsk. The potion hasn't expired, has it?" Slughorn began to look at Ron with professional interest. "You know, the longer it lasts, the stronger the potion will be."
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