A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"It must be a cat. Your patron saint is a cat."

When the students returned to the castle in darkness, Harry spoke to Neville with certainty, while Hermione disagreed.

"There isn't enough data to suggest that—"

"Come on, Hermione, in practice those of us who master Patronus are always more sensitive to creatures in Patronus form and stay sane for longer, which is pretty telling. You can't deny that point."

Harry looked excited, feeling closer emotionally to Sirius and his dad.

He counted with his fingers, "Think of Sirius, Professor McGonagall, and my father -- three examples, we can ask Professor Hepp, right, Ron?" En seeking support.

Ron returned an awkward, forced smile. Harry calmed down immediately, he suddenly realized that among the four of them, only Ron failed, and he kept yelling at Animagus with Hermione and Neville. This is so inappropriate.

"Are you all right, Ron?" Hermione asked cautiously, noticing Ron's anomaly, "I heard everyone gets two chances, even if it doesn't work this time—"

"I'm fine," said Ron at once, with a sense of stopping.

For the rest of the journey, everyone was silent.

They parted in the lounge, Dean and Seamus had gone to bed, Harry changed into his pajamas and set the alarm for the morning, he looked at Ron's bed, the crimson curtain was rarely lowered, leaving him only See a blurry silhouette. Harry hesitated for a moment but didn't speak.

As he lay on the bed, he thought optimistically: Ron had every reason to feel uncomfortable, and anyone who insisted on being told that he was unqualified after a month would be unacceptable for a while.

The next morning, Harry was woken up by the alarm clock. It wasn't dawn yet. He yawned and moved to Neville's bedside. "Wake up, Neville, wake up!" Neville opened it in a daze. Eyes, eyes closed, groping for clothes.

When he came out of the dormitory, Harry always felt that something was missing, and it was not until he saw Neville who was following behind with limping steps that he remembered that he hadn't heard Ron's snoring today.

"Let's go," said Hermione cheerfully, who was waiting in the lounge. "I'm going to call you in five minutes." She pointed her finger in one direction, and Crookshanks was snoozing on an empty sofa chair. .

They descended the spiral staircase, through the foyer, and stood on the white stone steps outside the castle. The air is cool at dawn, the morning light is faint, and the thin winter mist roams the forbidden forest.

"morning."

said a feeble voice. The three of Harry were startled, and when they looked closely, they found that it was Hannah Abbott.

"You got up so early?" Neville asked calmly, fully awake.

"I didn't—ha—sleep all night." She breathed, trying to keep her eyes wide open, with a Luna-like expression. "I think it's almost time. It's dark... No, I have to finish the spell as soon as possible so I can go back to sleep. There are still classes during the day."

She tossed her braids, bathed in the pale golden sunlight, and shouted a spell.

"Amado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Animado, Alpha Nimado, Animagus."

She repeated it three times in a row.

Although Professor McGonagall told them that they only needed to recite the spell once in the morning and once in the evening, no one objected, as if Hannah had done the right thing. Harry also pointed his wand to his heart and said the spell aloud. It was too late yesterday to experience it carefully. He had never realized that speaking out loud was such a beautiful thing. His voice spread out far away like undulating waves, as if it merged with the rays of light on the horizon.

He stopped after three times (Hermione said it five times, Neville always worried about making a mistake, repeating it a dozen times), and as they walked back, they encountered Draco Malfoy from the foyer Coming out, Harry stared at his back and said irrelevant words.

"You said, Ron he—"

Is the attitude a little weird? Harry swallowed the words as soon as he opened his mouth. However, his judgment proved to be correct, and Ron had a stern face in class all day on Friday, and he didn't say a word after class.

By the end of the week, he'd gotten even worse, sneering at Ginny who was doing her homework with them, from nitpicking her clothes to rambling about Ginny's been thinking about a relationship since she was ten - in a way, ha Li was happy for this sentence.

"--I'm not ashamed to be kissing in public until now--"

"You say it again," Ginny screamed, and she drew her wand, as if ready to cast her best bat spell. "Don't be impulsive, Ginny, and you—you calm down, Ron!" Harry sternly dropped, dragging Ginny away before things got completely out of hand, and shoved the Fat Lady's portrait away.

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

"I won't open the door for you any more!" The fat lady yelled at their backs.

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

"He's just a kid who didn't grow up," Ginny said. "Inferiority mixed with arrogance. It's strange how he did it."

"Don't you say that about him, Ginny, he's your brother," said Harry.

"Oh, you sound like my mother, that's not going to solve the problem." Ginny turned her gun around immediately, "You shouldn't be accommodating him, he's famous, but you have to admit that everything he's achieved so far is about you, If you didn't meet our family that day but Neville and his grandmother, with his virtues—"

She froze suddenly and Harry felt a chill down the back of his spine as he turned slowly.

It's Ron.

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

"She just said it casually, Ron--" Harry said quickly, and he stepped forward and tried to stop Ron, because Ron seemed to have the urge to rush up to give Ginny a solid shot, or Ron He just wanted to rush over to fight face to face and spray saliva on his own sister's face, Harry didn't want to bet on the outcome.

He found himself holding Ron back with no difficulty.

"Do you think so too?" Ron stepped back and asked in a hoarse voice, gasping for breath, his eyes were so terrifying that Harry could even see the mandrake blades quivering violently in Ron's mouth.

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

But even he could sense the perfunctory in his words, let alone Ron, so Ron gave that weird, stiff smile again, "Hey man, no need to take care of my emotions, I want to hear Be honest."

"I'm telling the truth." Harry raised his voice involuntarily, and he was a little irritated.

"Really?" Ron looked at him and then at Ginny, "I'm here to tell you what the truth is, and the truth is my sister and my best friend talking about me behind my back, happily exchanging how Look down on my thoughts—"

"I didn't! I've been talking to you!" Harry couldn't help yelling at him. "If that counts as contempt, yes, you're right, I do look down on you."

Ron's eyes were red, and the muscles in his face twitched unnaturally.

"Ron, what are you doing crazy?" Ginny cried.

"Shut up, I haven't told you yet!" Ron roared loudly, staring at the bull's eyes in disgust, "I kind of know—in your eyes, I'm just a scumbag, a sidekick, and a burden. It's optional. role!" He swears rudely.

"Swarms of bats!" Ginny held up her wand, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ron's face was immediately covered by a group of black, constantly wriggling creatures. He screamed in pain and waved his hands to drive away. When the bats dispersed, Ron's nose swelled to twice its size, and it seemed that each nostril could be stuffed with one. Golden Snitch.

Ron covered his nose, spit on the ground viciously, and spit the Mandrake blade on the snow, "Are you satisfied now? I failed again, you have new evidence to say." Ginny looked like 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, dazzling in the white snow. "Ginny, how can you use the Bat Essence—" he said angrily.

"He asked for it, you didn't hear how he made fun of me this morning," Ginny said angrily. "I'm fed up with him pissing me off, so don't lecture me."

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

"That's when his mind is normal."

Seeing that it was about to turn into a quarrel again, Hermione appeared in time with obvious confusion and dissatisfaction. Seeing Harry and Ginny, she walked over in three steps and two steps, and asked angrily: "What's going on? I see Ron covered his nose, and as soon as he asked, he was like taking gunpowder — oh my god, whose blood is this?"

"It's his, he's ill," said Ginny sullenly.

"Don't make trouble," said Harry sullenly, and Ginny snorted, threw her hair back, turned and walked away proudly.

"What a lovely girl," said Hermione, "so what's going on?"

"He's ill." Harry opened his mouth and finally said angrily. Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I just came back from the library, you expect me to deduce what happened from these few words?" "Well, it's because..." Harry dryly explained what had just happened Say it again.

"I never thought of him as a burden, nor did I think of him as a sidekick, a bum, or something." Harry defended himself.

Hermione sighed understandingly.

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

"worry about what?"

"Sensitive, vulnerable, paranoid...I don't know, Harry. But I've been worried about a sudden outburst, just—" She shook her head, sadly. "We've even dealt with Voldemort."

For the next week, things didn't get any better.

Ron took Harry and Ginny as air most of the time, turning a blind eye to them, or going the other way entirely, each time being accompanied by cold words. Even Hermione, who tried to dissuade her, was implicated. The people who couldn't find him often on weekends made him give up most of his daily social circles, but fortunately, they could still see Ron on one occasion - the Quidditch training ground.

But the conversation fell apart, and Ron armed himself like a hedgehog, stabbing any hand that reached out to him. Harry pessimistically expected that, perhaps as Hermione had said, Ron would only get back to normal if he didn't rely on them to do something.

"Or unless Voldemort escapes from classroom seven," Harry said quietly.

One of the lines of the sixth-grade plot in this book is the coming of age of the trio, and the author has designed a short plot.