Homecoming from Hogwarts

Autumn is fading and winter is approaching.

It was late October and a damp chill filled the grounds, seeping into the castle on a sharp wind.

During this season, the entire castle is filled with faculty, staff and students suffering from colds, leaving the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, busy and busy all the time.

But her stimulant does have an immediate effect. Anyone who drinks it will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.

After Ron got up, he immediately felt that something was wrong with him. His head was dizzy and his nose was blocked by snot.

"Damn it--"

He sniffed deeply, but it did not relieve the feeling of nasal congestion. Instead, the backflow of snot made his nose sore and tears came out immediately.

This shouldn't be the case.

Everything was fine before I went to bed last night.

The cold wind was howling in the empty dormitory. Ron looked around and found that the window in front of Harry's desk was half open. He immediately rolled his eyes.

The culprit for his cold was found.

It seems that I have to go to the school hospital later.

This extra schedule gave Ron a greater sense of urgency; it wasn't that he had nothing to do today.

Ron got out of bed wrapped in the quilt and closed the window in the cold wind. Then, he fished out his suitcase from under the bed and rummaged around until he found the sweater his mother had knitted for him last Christmas.

This sweater is a little small, but Christmas is coming soon, and if nothing goes wrong, he will receive a new one.
However, this is not certain.

I heard from Ginny that at the beginning of this semester, the ministry increased the salaries of officials, and after Dad took a deputy position in the Supervisory Department, his salary more than doubled.

I don’t know how much better the family’s financial situation is than in previous years. Maybe this year, I can look forward to some Christmas gifts from mom and dad.

This should be the "good governance" brought about by Minister Bones after he took office. Of course, Professor Brian played a crucial role in this series of thriving changes.

Ron was thinking about these things while getting dressed and washing up.

Before opening the door and walking out of the dormitory, Ron suddenly remembered something and rushed back, slinging his schoolbag.

"Hey, little brats, what are you doing!"

As soon as he stepped into the common room, Ron was startled by a scream of ghosts howling.

When he looked closely, he realized that what had just flashed across his sight was actually a wolf-fang flying saucer!
The flying saucer was now stuck on the old chest of drawers in the lounge, its saw teeth turning, causing wood chips to fly everywhere, while the drawers of the chest of drawers opened and closed frantically, as if wailing.

Ron quickly stepped forward, pulled the flying saucer down, turned around, and glared at the second-year boys with a frown.
"Isn't that too much?"

The little guys were so scared that they dared not make a sound, and the other little guys in the lounge who were watching them play flying saucers with great interest also shrank their heads.

It was like an adult lion breaking into a place where its cubs were playing. The public lounge, which was noisy just now, suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"I'm sorry, Prefect Weasley—"

A boy, probably the owner of the wolf-fang flying saucer that Ron confiscated, looked at Ron pitifully.

"uh-huh?"

Ron turned up his nose.

"I promise there won't be a next time--"

The second grade boy said,
"So, that wolf-fang flying saucer—"

"Confiscate--"

Ron said it very straightforwardly, with a tone that did not allow negotiation. He stuffed the Spike Flying Saucer into his schoolbag in front of the group of little wizards.
"This is contraband. I'll give it to Filch and the others later—"

Ron nodded at the little boy who had just participated in the play.

"Find a way to restore this place to its original state."

Hearing that Ron had no intention of reporting this to Professor McGonagall, the little wizards all breathed a sigh of relief.

If Professor McGonagall finds out, he'll be in detention for at least a week.

They watched in awe as Ron walked towards a sofa in front of the fireplace, smiling at the senior girls who were prefects of Weasley.

But halfway through, Ron suddenly turned back. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy suspiciously.
"By the way, how did you get this thing into the school?" Ever since Hermione was attacked in Hogsmeade and Professor Blaine took control of the school's security, it has not been so easy to get these contraband into the school.

All their belongings will be checked before they enter the school.

Even items sent to school via owl mail would first be collected by Filch and then checked by Professor Braine to ensure that there was no danger before they were handed over to the owner of the mail.

Even the school faculty and staff cannot avoid this procedure.

How could a mere second-grade wizard get a spiked flying saucer into school?
Unless, this little guy knows the secret passage leading out of the school?
The expressions of several second-grade boys immediately became unnatural. Their eyes flickered and they dared not look directly at Ron's majestic stare.

"Oh, it seems--"

Ron didn't get angry, but just glanced at the boys nonchalantly.
"You would rather let Professor McGonagall interrogate you. Let me think about it, what would Professor McGonagall do?

Of course, deducting points and confinement are nothing to be afraid of, but if she writes to your parents personally, or--"

Ron lowered his voice, with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"She proposed to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine that he be expelled."

After all, he was just an inexperienced little guy and couldn't stand the scare.

The owner of the wolf-tooth flying saucer, a little boy with a few red pimples on his face, immediately became timid.

"I would like to say, Prefect Weasley -"

He glanced at the students in the lounge who were listening attentively, and muttered,

"But only to you."

Ron raised his eyebrows, and finally leaned over to listen.

"These little guys!"

Ron left the common room under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd. The moment the Fat Lady's portrait fell, the solemn and dignified look on his face turned into a beaming smile.

"Tell me now, Ronnie!"

Lavender held Ron's arm, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"How did those kids get those things into the school?"

"They invaded Filch's office!"

Ron couldn't hide his surprise.

"That little boy named Chazelle said that all it takes is an 'Alaho Open' to open Filch's office.
Oh, but that's not the point, I always thought that only Fred and George had the courage to do this! "

Lavender chuckled.
"We're Gryffindors aren't we?"

"That's right--"

Ron also grinned, showing a smile that showed that Gryffindor had a successor.

"So I let these little guys go."

Lavender laughed even harder, and she even leaned over and kissed Ron on the cheek.

Ron took it calmly, without any unnatural expression.

Ron was not used to this kind of intimate action at the beginning, but now he is enjoying it more and more.

Lavender always expressed her love and admiration for me without reservation, and this feeling could not be felt from anyone else.

"Honey--"

Lavender seemed to have just noticed that Ron was sniffling a little, and asked with concern,
"I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a refresher."

"Oh, I'll go today--"

Ron leaned forward with his bag and quickened his pace.

"But I have to rush to the Great Hall now. I hope to see Malfoy and Parkinson there. This is a task assigned to me by Harry and Hermione. It is very important and I can't make any mistakes!"

Of course, Ron had no intention of giving up his friendship with Harry and Hermione because of Lavender. (End of this chapter)