Chapter 163 The wronged Ron

Only then did the professors realize that the group of children had actually divided into two people to find the professors, but the professors happened to be out of the office, so they missed it perfectly.

Professor McGonagall's downward-turned mouth finally curved back.

"Hermione?" Ron exclaimed, "So you're not in the women's room?"

Hearing his words, Harry shuddered and almost jumped up to cover his mouth.

Mr. Honey Badger and Summers both looked at him, their eyes seeming to say, Damn, this guy is so scary! That's the women's room! An absolutely forbidden place for witches!

Robert raised the wand in his right hand, then lowered it under Madam Pomfrey's glare.

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth instantly returned to their downturned appearance, and she looked at Ron coldly, "Mr. Weasley, why did you go to the women's bathroom to block a witch?"

Professor Snape's expression became even more gloomy, "Weasley boy, if you don't speak clearly, you won't be able to leave the campus hospital."

The other professors also looked at Ron, and their expressions were not very good.

Ron looked confused and had no idea why he was causing public outrage.

He glanced at Hermione, who was staring at him angrily.

For a moment, Ron felt extremely wronged.

In order to remind you to be careful of the troll, Harry and I almost got beaten by the troll, but you actually glared at me!

Hermione was stunned by his emotional eyes and couldn't help but reach out and rub her arms.

A subconscious reaction to meeting a perverted stalker.

Ron felt even more aggrieved.

He stared at Hermione, anger burning in his chest, you guy, why don't you defend me!

Hermione was inexplicably stared at by him, and subconsciously backed away, bumping into Truman. Truman, who didn't react, was staggered by her.

"Ah!" The little Loli exclaimed, and just as she was about to fall down, two rays of light flashed by, and she felt like she had fallen onto some kind of slightly elastic object.

Hermione was startled and jumped aside quickly, only to realize that there was something like a lounge chair woven from rattan behind her.

"What is this?" She poked it with her hand. It looked like a vine of some kind of plant.

"Robert! Put that thing away! Don't use magic in my ward!" Madam Pomfrey's roar came, and then she saw Robert running over in a panic, although his expression didn't show much. panic.

"Well, you must not offend Madam Pomfrey at school." She heard her neighbor say, "Otherwise, you will be miserable."

As she said that, she saw the boy picking up something on the ground and winking at her.

Hermione was amused by him.

The fright I had just felt disappeared in an instant.

"Professors, can I send Hermione back?" Robert asked several professors in the campus hospital who were staring at Ron with serious expressions. "She seems to be scared."

Professor Snape glanced at Hermione but said nothing. Then he turned his head to Harry and stared at him with cold eyes, which made Harry feel terrified.

Professor McGonagall said to Hermione in a gentle tone, "My dear, go back and have a rest. You look very tired."

No, they ran up and down, back and forth for several floors in the castle. If it weren't for Truman's special detour skills, the two of them would have been exhausted to death.

"Um..." Hermione actually wanted to say that she wasn't tired, but after looking at the professors' faces, she could only nod obediently, "Thank you, Robert."

"If it wasn't to remind you that there is a troll in the castle." Ron's voice sounded, full of displeasure, "Who would care about you, a freak!"

His voice was not quiet, and everyone heard it clearly.

Hermione obviously heard it too, her eyes were red but she didn't cry.

Robert already admires the youngest son of the Weasley family. Is he speaking so awkwardly?

"Yeah." Hermione cleared her throat and pretended not to care, "Anyway, thank you for coming to me for my safety."

After saying that she ran away.

Robert followed quickly. He didn't dare to let the little loli run around in the castle.

Miss Hermione Granger, 12 years old, not very tall, with short legs, but...

Robert sighed, this girl ran too fast, didn't she?

He slipped into the bathroom and immediately heard uncontrollable crying.

It’s the kind that is really, really sad, and no matter how hard I try to persuade her, I can’t get it right.

Robert stood at the door, struggling for a long time as to whether he should go in or not. Should he be regarded as a pervert or a scumbag brother?

So hard to choose!

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked very angry. "How can you accuse Miss Granger of being a freak!"

Ron blushed and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, then lowered his head.

"Stupid Gryffindors think that everyone who is different from them is a freak." Professor Snape's voice was dark and scary, "It's always been like this, isn't it?"

Professor McGonagall glared at him, unable to find the words to retort.

Harry felt that he had to say something, otherwise Ron would definitely be in trouble!

"Or." Professor Snape looked at Ron, "For the Weasley family, being friendly to Muggles is just a pretense. Privately, you just treat Muggles as freaks?" He seemed to be thinking of something. Something happened, Snape's face became even more gloomy.

"I didn't!" Ron yelled angrily.

"Oh, really." Snape stared at him, his eyes as cold as snakes, "Mr. Ron Weasley, because you yelled at the professor, I will deduct 5 points from you."

He looked at Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall, what do you think?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and after a while, she said, "I will discipline my students, Professor Snape."

Snape ignored her and looked at Summers, Stebbins, and Truman standing at the door.

Summers and Stebbins complained about Robert's preference for sex over friends, while enduring pressure from Professor Snape.

"I have already punished them." Professor Sprout raised his eyelids, "Does Professor Snape have anything else to say?"

Potions Master Snape met Sprout, Master of Herb Cultivation. The two looked at each other for a long time. Professor Snape turned his head and left the school hospital.

Seeing Snape leave, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the other professors, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

"Professor," Harry said slowly as he considered the words, "Ron and I suddenly remembered that Hermione had not gone to the Great Hall for dinner and did not know that a troll was infested, so we left the team to look for her."

He twisted on the bed uneasily, "Really, there is nothing else."