Chapter 133 Ron's Tragic Childhood

The weather changes very quickly. Some time ago, everyone was wearing short sleeves in their school uniforms, but now they have to wear winter cloaks.

Standing in the corridor and looking at the Forbidden Forest, it is all white, and the lake is frozen.

The occasional blizzards also make Harry's Herbology class unlucky, which makes Harry and Draco spend less time together.

You know, Ravenclaw only has Herbology class with Slytherin.

Harry almost forgot what Draco looks like.

Because Draco has been very busy recently, busy with training.

Slytherin lost to Hufflepuff again in Quidditch.

Flint's tricks didn't seem to work at all, and Cedric didn't react to Flint's words.

But Flint insisted that this was because the game time was moved forward because of the snowstorm and was moved to before Christmas.

If it was after Christmas, Diggory would probably cry and quit the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

But although Flint said so, he practiced like Gryffindor, regardless of wind or rain.

While Harry was missing Draco and arranging the Slytherin team, Ron, who was killing time in the lounge because the Herbology class was cancelled due to the snow, spoke: It seems that Dudley is really powerful. Look, it's snowing so hard outside now, but Slytherin still has to go to training.

Harry turned his head in surprise. They haven't talked for a while since Ron spoke for Dumbledore last time.

During this period, although they still went to get out of class together and sat together for meals, they had almost no conversation.

The only thing was that Ron asked him to take the ketchup when he was eating.

Didn't you watch their game?

Dudley flew too steadily, even the quaffle thrown by the big guy Flint couldn't make him shake at all. Harry pouted and said with a forced smile.

He knew long ago that he was making trouble for no reason, and the silence between him and Ron was just a farce.

Ron was obviously sending him a truce agreement just now.

I think this must be related to his magic that can crush the flying broom.

That's not fair! Ron replied with a smile.

I think so too.

So, Ginny, do you really think we need to come?

I've said it before, they'll get along sooner or later. They're like Puff and Booger, they can't live without each other.

Fred and George, who had no classes in the morning and were dragged to the Ravenclaw common room, said separately as they looked at Ron and Harry who were having fun.

Hey! You two! Ginny said she wanted to vomit.

Puff is very interesting and is loved by kids like you.

Yes, it's covered with soft cream-yellow fur and is spherical in shape. It's a very popular pet that doesn't mind being hugged or thrown around.

Also, it's easy to keep, even in our house. It's a scavenger that eats everything from spiders to leftovers, but its favorite thing is to use its long tongue to eat the boogers while the wizards are sleeping.

It's also very useful, its hair can be used as a potion ingredient.

For example, Sigmund Budge's Laughter Potion.

Fred and George talked around their little sister Ginny.

Easy to feed? Cute? Laughter potion?

Why don't we have one at home? Ginny's eyes widened with curiosity.

Well, well, it's all because of Ron! Fred said with disgust.

George nodded, yes, it was because of him that our dream of making a fortune with laughter potion was shattered!

So, our family once had one? Ginny looked at her brothers suspiciously. Ron was a very vain guy. If their family really had a pet that could replace Scabbers, Ron would definitely not refuse.

Yes, he once had one. That little guy was very interesting. At that time, I played with it as a quaffle.

Then it ran away, and Ron refused to have another one at home.

Yes, at that time we didn't think of being a beater.

It's all because of Wood!

Fred and I had to give up the dream of being a chaser. Fred and George winked.

Did the poor little guy really run away?

You can obviously practice with goblins!

I said why Ron always dislikes you.

I know a lot, you tricked Ron into making an unbreakable vow for you, let Ron eat sour lollipops so that his tongue was burned, and turned Ron's teddy bear into a big spider, Ginny said angrily, her expression at this time was particularly like her mother.

These were all started by Fred, and have nothing to do with me. George raised his hand with a playful smile.

Hey! My good brother! Fred was about to complain, but when he saw Ginny who looked almost like his mother, he shrank his neck.

Okay, but this was also because we were too young at that time. (Yes, it was us, George, don't try to get away with it! Fred looked at George)

I have also been punished a long time ago, like the unbreakable vow incident, which made my left buttocks different from then on.

I am not much better, Fred, the only time I saw my father get angry like my mother.

Don't interrupt me talking to Ginny, George! Like the sour lollipop incident, I was beaten by my mother because of it.

Don't talk like you were beaten!

And you, George, you're always the one who gets beaten, okay!

Ginny, keep listening to me, like the teddy bear incident, it was all because of Ron, he broke my broomstick handle first! Fred and George said in unison.

Merlin's beard! If I were Ron, I would have more than just a broomstick!

You know, breaking an unbreakable oath will kill you! Ginny's chest was rising and falling with anger.

If you knew the content of my oath, you wouldn't be angry. Fred raised his head complacently.

What is it? ! ! ! Ginny said word by word.

Now she swore in her heart that if Fred was joking with her, she would be prepared to eat her bat goblin curse!

The evil curse she is best at!

That's it, you must know that my father likes Muggle things.

Fred saw in a book brought back by his father that a person can only hold his breath for 13 minutes and 42.5 seconds at most without breathing.

Okay, George, you are amazing. You remember it so clearly. Let me tell you, it is a book called Guinness World Records, which contains various weird world records.

The time George just mentioned is the longest record of holding breath in water set by a Canadian Muggle named Robert Forster in 1959.

Well, yes, it's weird, isn't it, Ginny? Ginny glared at Fred and the others.

Okay, I'll get to the point.

The content of the oath is not to hold your breath for more than 14 minutes.

So what's the point of saying it!

Only dead people can do it.

Yes, Ron couldn't break it even if he wanted to.

Fred and George rubbed their left and right buttocks respectively.

They remembered the feeling of their parents loving them.