Chapter 377: Ron is infected and the poisoned wine
For some time, Harry found that Horace was deliberately avoiding him, and he would be avoided every time he went to him for advice.
And Harry also wanted to block Horace again through the Slug Club meeting.
But Horace didn't hold any parties for several weeks in order to avoid Harry, which put Harry in a dilemma.
Time quickly came to March, and it was Ron's birthday.
The four Weasley children at school got together to celebrate his birthday.
"Oh, Harry, you still have some chocolates. Take them to the kitchen and share them with them." Ron suddenly saw the unopened chocolates on Harry's bedside.
"Yes, come to think of it, Romilda Vane gave it to me on Valentine's Day," Harry answered casually.
The two of them brought the things to the kitchen. It was late at night and the castle was very quiet.
Harry walked up to the portrait and tickled Pear, who burst into laughter, and then the kitchen door opened.
"Bang!" Several fireworks flew out.
"Happy birthday." Aiden and Ginny congratulated Ron at the same time.
"Oh, it's an honor." Ron blew him a few kisses.
"Okay, these are gifts, put them away quickly." Aiden tapped his wand in the air a few times, and two or three gift boxes fell down.
"Oh, it's Weizi. Today is your birthday. Unfortunately, Dobby's salary is not high, so I can only give this to you as a gift."
Dobby brought Ron two pairs of socks of different colors.
"Thank you." Ron accepted it solemnly and put it away, looking at Dobby excitedly.
After eating the cake, Harry felt that the amount of sugar he had consumed today was simply explosive, and he refused the chocolate that Ron handed him.
Then, as Ron was biting into the chocolate, the dragon, who was asking the house-elf for a steak, smelled the familiar scent of potion.
"Don't eat it, it contains aphrodisiac!" Aiden turned around and tried to stop him.
But it was still not as fast as Ron who swallowed the chocolate in one gulp.
The potion instantly merged into Ron's magic cycle, and a pink heart filled Ron's vision.
He pounced directly on Harry who was standing beside him and stretched out his dirty hands to touch Harry.
"Oh, Miss Romilda Vane, you are so beautiful that I am really overwhelmed by you."
Ron touched her while chanting some cheesy love words.
"Well, it's hard to imagine what kind of girl will be pursued by him in the future." Ginny shrank her neck.
"Okay, you go back to the Gryffindor common room first, Harry will take him to find Horace." After Aiden arranged everything, he took Ginny away.
"Come on, I'll take you to Romilda Vani."
Harry carried Ron and moved towards Horace's office with difficulty.
On the way, the two met Lavender, who wanted to give Ron her birthday present when she saw him.
"Go away, Harry wants to introduce me to Romilda Vane." Ron rudely drove her away.
The two of them supported each other and walked away, leaving Lavender alone wandering helplessly in the corridor.
"knocking"
There was a knock on the door. Horace stood up, opened the small window and saw Harry.
"I'm sorry, Professor. If it wasn't for something extremely urgent, we wouldn't have come to disturb you." Harry tiptoed to look at the window.
"Where's Romilda?" Ron circled behind him.
"What's wrong with Wayneby?" Horace was too embarrassed to ignore him and asked.
"He must have been poisoned by a very strong love potion. I brought the source of the potion with me."
Harry held up a box of chocolates.
Horace invited the two in and opened the window to let Ron sober up.
"I thought you were going to make your own antidote, Harry."
Horace opened his ingredient box and took out the props needed to mix the potion.
"I think it would be better to leave it to someone with more experience, sir," Harry complimented.
Ron cooperated and hugged Horace, stroking his big belly.
"Oh, Romilda, I will give you my life, and I will love you forever."
"Perhaps you are right." Horace nodded.
Harry stepped forward and tore Ron off, throwing him on the sofa.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding with you." Harry apologized to Horace while he was mixing the potion.
"Oh, don't worry about it, kid. Let bygones be bygones." Horace turned around and smiled at Harry.
"I mean, after all these years, I'm really sorry that I still ask about your sad story from time to time. About...Voldemort." Harry glanced at him cautiously.
Horace stopped what he was doing, "Don't mention his name!"
Ron fell to the ground with a thud. They both turned around at the same time, and Harry hurried over to help him up.
Soon, Horace prepared the potion and poured the red liquid into the wine glass. He walked towards Ron while stirring it.
"This love potion has been there for four months. The longer it is left there, the stronger the effect will be. So the dose of the antidote is very large. You may feel uncomfortable for a while."
Horace handed the antidote to Ron and he drank it.
The amorous expression on her face just now disappeared in an instant, and the corners of her mouth went from being raised high to drooping low.
"Bloody hell, what's wrong with me?" Ron frowned.
"A love potion. A very strong one," Harry explained.
"I feel like my head is going to explode." Ron covered his head.
“Well, it looks like you need a refreshing drink.
There's butterbeer, wine, and a superb old oak mead, which I could use, but this may be the time to use it."
Horace happened to have two bottles of good wine from someone else, so he uncorked them and poured out three glasses.
Then he came over to Ron with the drink and handed it to him.
"Harry, you have some too, go get it yourself." Horace propped up his legs and sat on the armrest of the sofa.
Ron's hands were quick and he drank the mead in one gulp.
Then he immediately fell to the ground twitching, and the glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"What happened?" Horace was stunned by the sudden change.
"Ron!" Harry immediately stepped forward and supported Ron.
"Professor, what?" Harry urged.
"I don't know what happened?" Horace was also helpless.
Suddenly, Harry remembered the instructions in his previous notes.
He immediately rushed to Horace's material box and searched.
Finally, in a drawer, he found the fecal stone.
He hurried over to Ron and stuffed the fecal stone down his throat.
"Come on, Ron, breathe!"
After waiting for a while, Ron's convulsions gradually stopped and he became motionless.
Horace sat on the sofa with a worried look on his face, the wine in his glass shaking continuously.
Harry leaned against the sofa, his hands and feet still cold.
"Cough cough." Ron sat up, holding his throat.
"Those girls want to kill me!" Ron said with lingering fear, then lay back on the carpet.
Harry carried Ron and hurried to the hospital wing.
Ron's birthday was spent on a roller coaster of shock.
