Chapter 873 Why haven't you been poked to death yet?

All along, Ron rarely came to the library on his own initiative. Perhaps it was because of this discovery that Troyer often stayed in the library to minimize the possibility of bumping into Ron inadvertently.

However, just because he seldom comes doesn't mean he won't come in this life. As long as the two are still studying at Hogwarts, they will meet sooner or later.

No, Troyer had just passed by the aisle of the bookshelves, and he hadn't even noticed Ron before he was spotted by Ron.

Wait--

Troyer, who didn't know what happened, suddenly felt his wrist tighten, and then he was grabbed. After a short moment of shock, he hurriedly stepped back two steps and clasped the palm on his right wrist with his left hand, looking extremely flustered.

No...let go...me.

Troyer was too thin and had no strength since he was a child, so how could he break free. What's more, since Ron subconsciously held him, he never wanted to let go.

Troyer? Troyer...it's me, Ron Weasley!

Ron himself didn't know what kind of mood he was in now. To be precise, his head was a mess right now.

What to consider from the other party's standpoint, what to consider for others, and the importance of reason - at this time, he has no room to think about the problem at all.

After all, the situation he is encountering now cannot be solved with reason!

Troyer, calm down...listen to me! Ron firmly grasped the slender arm, trying to calm himself down, Look, I think we need to talk, what do you think? ?”

No, please let me go...

Troyer seemed to be struggling less, but he still didn't stop pulling his arm back.

I know...it's you, Mr. Weasley...

Perhaps because he seldom communicated with others since he was a child, his voice was very low, and his words were broken intermittently.

But you know, this is already the result of his very hard work. If it wasn't Ron who grabbed his wrist at this moment, only his family could make him speak up.

...But, I'm sorry...we still don't...don't talk about it.

Looking at the timid look he tried to hide his face behind, coupled with his female wizard robe with a skirt, Ron felt more and more awkward.

But even so, Ron knew he had to seize this opportunity.

In fact, it was he himself who stretched out his hand on impulse. If he did it again, even if he still had a chance to grab this thin arm, he might not be able to convince himself of the entanglement in his heart.

You have to tell me...why?

Ron breathed repeatedly, his mouth and nose filled with air that smelled of ink and parchment, as if this smell would make him suppress the embarrassment as much as possible.

I already know all about you...yes, all about it. Thank you for liking my 'Witcher Tactics Guide'...so, why can't we sit down and talk? We have to...uh, Make some things clear.

Hearing that Ron mentioned the matter of Wizard War Chess,

Troyer finally stopped trying to break his palm apart. But he saw his thin lips pursed slightly, and then he lowered his left hand and stood there motionless.

Only his face was still turned to the other side up to now, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at it at all.

Yes, as far as the distance between the two is only an arm's length, it is really too close for Troyer!

At the same time, Ron on the other side didn't know where to start after seeing him fall silent.

About ten seconds later, Troyer's mouth suddenly moved slightly.

...can you please... let me go? I'm not running away...

Oh!

After his reminder, Ron, as if waking up from a dream, suddenly withdrew the hand that was still grasping the opponent's wrist.

Uh... sorry! Then we... why don't we sit over there for a while?

Ron said, pointing to the small reading table located deeper in the library area. The light there is not very good, and there is not room for too many people, so there are generally not many students who go there to read and do homework.

Of course, sometimes when you need to read some higher-level magic books, you have to go there and read them alone. Because in this Hogwarts library, there are still a lot of books or magic notes that can easily affect others.

As Ron led the way there, he looked back every now and then to make sure Troyer slipped away once he repented.

Fortunately, it seems that this time the other party finally has no idea of ​​​​running away—oh, at least it seems that he has not yet.

Please sit down!

Ron first helped Troyer pull out a chair, and then walked across the small table and sat down.

After Troyer also moved to the armchair, he continued:

You heard it just now—yes, I've heard a lot about you. To be honest, I don't have your experience, so it may be difficult to understand your thoughts...but...

When he wanted to say something, Ron was gradually troubled by his vocabulary, so that he couldn't express himself well.

However, at the moment when he was at a loss for words and couldn't continue, Troyer's hand suddenly clenched.

Stop talking... he murmured, I understand, I understand...I know that my, this 'state' is unreasonable. I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley...you are right, Forget about all that! You should...enjoy a better life and embrace real, girls...not like me...

Having said that, Troyer suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Ron's face for the first time.

I can feel your kindness, you are afraid of hurting me. But, really...you don't have to force yourself to understand my thoughts, you just need to stand up and walk away...just live your own life.

Troyer pursed his dry lips again, his eye sockets looked a little moist.

Mr Weasley, as long as you're happy and happy, I'll be... all right.

After finishing these words, he seemed to realize what he was talking about, and hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands.

Ron listened to Troyer's heartfelt words in a daze, and suddenly felt a deeper sense of guilt in his heart. He opened his mouth several times in a row, but he still couldn't utter a word.

With such a sincere rejection, I am afraid that it will be difficult not to be moved if you change it casually.

To be honest, at that moment just now, there was only one sentence left in Ron's mind-if he was indeed a girl, how wonderful it would be!

As he grew older, Ron understood more and more that it was really too difficult to find a girl who loved him wholeheartedly.

However, he is a man.

Taking a deep breath, Ron squeezed out a slightly stiff smile.

No, this... how should I put it? He hesitated, This state is indeed 'unreasonable', but it cannot be said that it is wrong... Someone once said a word, he said 'this There are always contradictions in the world, so whatever exists can be reasonable'.

Of course it was Maca who said this, after all, he himself was an unreasonable existence.

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Troyer's eyes suddenly lit up.

So—— he was both surprised and delighted, and suddenly grabbed Ron's hand on the table, Mr. Weasley, are you really willing to accept me? I'm...not... Dreaming?

Oh, this...

When Ron was grabbed by him like this, his upper body shrank back suddenly, but his hands didn't dare to move at all.

No, no... oh, I mean, I might... or do I prefer... girls?

He didn't even know why he ended with a questioning tone, but he knew that he should express his feelings in such a gentle way that he couldn't be more relaxed.

It's a great feeling to say something like this, but worry about a person who accidentally stimulates the other party too much... Oh no, it's terrible!

Ron began to feel that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise, he would become strange sooner or later.

Ahem——

He coughed dryly, and then carefully pulled his hands out from under the opponent's. The real touch of skin friction made the bases of their ears turn red at the same time.

He's a man...he's a man... Ron repeated this several times in his heart before he forced himself to erase the delicate feeling just now from his mind.

I'm sorry, he waved away the remaining heat on the back of his hand with gestures, What I said just now may have caused you a little misunderstanding... Actually, I want to say that you should be brave , so I’m sure to find a better… er, ‘boyfriend’ than me.”

Don't think it's a bad state of mind, be confident! I'm sure you're fine!

But... well, I really only like girls. So we can be friends - good friends kind of, we can play wargames together... But I'm sorry, I can't be yours eh ...your boyfriend?

Ron just felt that it took him more effort to say that last word than it took him to write a whole week's History of Magic essay.

But fortunately, he finally said it out.

However, Ron didn't expect that when he saw a glimmer of hope of liberation from Troyer's face, a nightmarish voice passed by his ears particularly loudly.

You are... oh! Are you finally going to be together!

Ron turned his head slowly with a numb expression, and blinked at the person who walked behind him suddenly.

Harry, why haven't you been stabbed to death by that broken sword?

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