"It must be a cat, your patron saint is a cat."

As the students returned to the castle in the dark, Harry said confidently to Neville, and Hermione had different opinions.

“There is not enough data to indicate—”

"Come on, Hermione, in practice, those of us who master the patron saint always have a greater sense of the patron saint form and stay rational for longer, which is already very telling. You can't deny this."

Harry seemed very excited, and he felt that he was emotionally closer to Sirius and his dad.

He counted with his fingers, "Think of Sirius, Professor McGonagall, and my father--a full three examples, we can also ask Professor Hepp, right, Ron?" He asked Ron for support excitedly.

Ron returned with an awkward, reluctant smile. Harry immediately calmed down. He suddenly realized that among the four of them, only Ron failed, and he kept shouting to Animagus with Hermione and Neville. This was not worth it.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Hermione also noticed Ron's abnormality, and she asked carefully, "I heard that everyone has two chances, even if this time doesn't work-"

"I'm fine." Ron said immediately, with a sense of stopping in his tone.

Everyone was silent for the next journey.

They separated in the lounge, Dean and Semo had already fallen asleep, Harry changed his pajamas, and then adjusted the alarm clock tomorrow morning. He looked at Ron's bed, and the crimson curtain was rarely put down, leaving him with only a blurry silhouette. Harry hesitated for a moment but still didn't speak.

He thought optimistically when he lay in bed: Ron had every reason to feel uncomfortable. Anyone who was told that he was unqualified after persisting for a month would be unacceptable.

The next morning, Harry was woken up by the alarm clock. Before dawn, he yawned and moved to Neville's bed, "Wake up, Neville, wake up!" Neville opened his eyes in a daze, closed his eyes and groped to wear clothes.

When he came out of the dormitory, Harry felt something was wrong. Until he saw Neville following behind, his steps were floating, he remembered that he had not heard Ron's snoring today.

"Let's go." Hermione, who was waiting in the lounge, said happily, "I'm going to call you in another five minutes." She pointed her finger in one direction, and Crook Hill curled up on an empty sofa chair and napped.

They walked down the spiral stairs, walked through the foyer, and stood on the white stone steps outside the castle. The air was very cool at dawn, the morning light was dim, and the thin mist in winter wandered in the forbidden forest.

"morning."

A weak voice said. Harry and the other two were startled and looked carefully and found that it was Hannah Aibo.

"You got up so early?" Neville asked calmly after she was completely awake.

"I didn't sleep all night, haha," she said as she yelled, trying to open her eyes wide, her expression a little like Luna. "I think the time is almost over, it's dark... No, I have to finish the spell quickly and go back to make up for my sleep. There are still classes during the day."

She shook her braids, bathed in the faint golden sunlight, and shouted a spell.

"Amado, Animo, Animo, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado."

She repeated it three times in a row.

Although Professor McGonagall told them that they only need to recite the spells sooner or later, no one raised any objections, as if Hannah’s approach was correct. Harry also raised his wand and pointed at his heart and recited the spell loudly. It was too late yesterday and he didn’t have time to experience it carefully. He never realized that speaking loudly was such a beautiful thing. His voice spread from afar like a undulating wave, as if it was integrated with the glow of the sky.

He stopped after he finished three times (Hermione reads five times, Neville was always worried that he would make a mistake, and repeated it more than ten times), and as they walked back, they ran into Draco Malfoy coming out of the hall, Harry stared at his back and said irrelevant words.

"You guys say, Ron he—"

Is his attitude a little weird? Harry swallowed this sentence as soon as he spoke. However, the facts proved that his judgment was very correct. Ron was stern in class all day on Friday and did not say a word after class.

By the weekend he became even more wrong, sarcastic about Ginny who was doing her homework with them, from picking on her clothes to raving around the bush saying that Ginny had been thinking about falling in love since she was ten years old—and to some extent, Harry was happy for this statement.

“——Today, kissing in public is so shameless——”

"Say it again." Ginny screamed, she pulled out her wand, as if she was ready to cast her best bat spell. "Don't be impulsive, Ginny, and you- calm down, Ron!" Harry said, and pulled Ginny away before the situation was completely out of control, pushing away the portrait of Fat Lady.

"Let's go out and get some air," he said to Ginny.

"I won't open the door for you if I'm so violent!" The fat lady yelled at their backs.

Harry and Ginny walked around the castle, and when they returned to the courtyard, Ginny still remained angry.

"He's just a child who hasn't grown up," Ginny said. "It's strange how he did it."

"You are not allowed to say that to him, Ginny, he is your brother," said Harry.

"Oh, your tone is like my mother, and that won't solve the problem." Ginny immediately turned her gun, "You should not accommodate him. He has some fame, but you must admit that all his achievements have been made at this time are related to you. If you did not meet our family that day but Neville and his grandmother, with his virtue-"

She suddenly froze, Harry felt a chill on his back, and he slowly turned around.

It's Ron.

The blush on his face slowly spread to his neck, and then the color tends to turn to purple.

"She's just talking casually, Ron--" Harry said quickly, and he walked forward and tried to stop Ron, because Ron seemed to have the urge to rush up and give Ginny a solid moment, or Ron just wanted to rush over and argue face to face, spraying his saliva on his face, Harry didn't want to bet on the result.

He found himself stopping Ron without any trouble.

"Do you think so too?" Ron asked in a hoarse voice, panting, his eyes terrifyingly terrifying. Harry could even see the Mandela blades trembling violently in Ron's mouth.

"What? Oh, of course not-" Harry said.

But even he could feel the perfunctory meaning in his words, not to mention Ron, so Ron showed that strange, stiff smile again, "Hey, buddy, there is no need to take care of my emotions, I want to hear the truth."

"I'm telling the truth." Harry unconsciously raised his voice, and he became a little angry.

"Is that?" Ron looked at him and then at Ginny, "I'll tell you what the truth is. The truth is that my sister and my best friend are talking about me behind the scenes, happily exchanging ideas about how to look down on me-"

"I haven't! I've been talking to you!" Harry couldn't help but shout at him, "If this is considered to be a look down on you, yes, you're right, I really look down on you."

Ron's eyes turned red and the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally.

"Ron, what are you going crazy?" Ginny shouted.

"Shut up, I haven't said you yet!" Ron shouted loudly, staring at the bull's eyes in confusion, "I know that in your eyes, I'm just a fool, a follower and a burden, an optional character!" He cursed a rude swearing.

"Flocks of bats!" Ginny raised her wand, her eyes shining with tears.

Ron's face was immediately covered by a group of black, squirming and waving. He screamed and waved his hand to drive him away. When the small bat group dissipated, Ron's nose was swollen twice as big, and it seemed that a golden thief could be stuffed into each of his nostrils.

Ron covered his nose and spat viciously on the ground, spitting Mandela's grass leaves on the snow, "Are you satisfied now? I failed again, you have new evidence to say." Ginny seemed shocked, Ron pushed Harry away and strode towards the school hospital.

Harry stared at the bloody leaves on the ground, bright red and dark green intertwined, and it was very dazzling in the white snow. "Ginny, how could you use the bat spell-" he said angrily.

"He asked for it, you didn't hear how he sarcastically sarcastic me in the morning." Ginny said irritatedly, "I've had enough of him venting me, so don't preach me."

"He also has good times, and he still cares about you." Harry argued palely.

"That was under normal circumstances."

Seeing that another quarrel was about to turn into a quarrel, Hermione appeared in time with obvious confusion and dissatisfaction. Seeing Harry and Ginny, she walked over in three steps and asked in a panic: "What's going on? I saw Ron covering his nose. As soon as he asked, he was like taking a gun pill - Oh my God, whose blood is this?"

"It's his, he's sick." Ginny said angrily.

"Don't make trouble," Harry said muffled, Ginny snorted, shook her hair behind her, and turned and left proudly.

"What a cute girl," said Hermione, "so what the hell is going on?"

"He's sick." Harry opened his mouth and finally said angrily. Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I've just returned from the library. Do you expect me to deduce what happened from these words?" "Okay, it's because..." Harry said dryly what happened just now.

"I never thought he was a burden, nor did I think he was a follower, a fool or something." Harry defended himself.

Hermione sighed in understanding.

"Oh, I've been worried about this."

"Worry-what?"

"Sensitive, fragile, suspicious...I don't know, Harry. But I've been worried about suddenly erupting, just-" she shook her head and said sadly: "We've dealt with Voldemort."

The next week, things didn't improve at all.

Ron most of the time he treated Harry and Ginny as air, turned a blind eye to the two, or went completely to the opposite side, and every time he appeared, he was accompanied by cold words. Even Hermione, who tried to dissuade him, was implicated. On weekends, he often couldn't find him, which made him give up most of his daily social circles, but fortunately, they could still meet Ron - Quidditch on one occasion.

But the conversation ended unhappily, and Ron armed himself like a hedgehog, pricking any hand that reached out to him. Harry pessimistically expected that perhaps, as Hermione said, Ron could only return to normal after he did not rely on them to do something.

"Or unless Voldemort ran out of classroom 7," Harry said quietly.
Chapter completed!