Chapter 157: balloon
"What is that?" Iger asked the twins curiously.
"Frighten the firecracker, it will explode as soon as it hits the fire, and the lead wire is a decoration." Fred smiled wickedly: "As long as one click, it will stick a black substance within a radius of two meters. We I tried it, and that speed can’t be avoided at all.”
"The moment the fire touched it, it exploded..." George laughed: "No matter how you hide, you can't hide."
"Can it be washed off?" Iger raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, but it's more difficult to use strong cleaning agents." Fred spread his hands.
"This invention is really too immoral." Hermione frowned slightly and whispered softly: "It's too bad."
"I think it's very interesting. We usually give it to the bear children to play with..." You Mengyu's mouth was slightly raised: "It effectively made those troublemakers honest."
"Maybe I'll be beaten again." Fred nodded.
"Yeah, don't ask how we know, if Charlie and Bill come back..." George grinned, seemingly ready for death.
Ignoring the two twins with the same disease, Iger went back to the common room after breakfast. In the middle of winter, the soft chair next to the fireplace in the lounge was the warmest.
As soon as I returned to the lounge, I saw two black men walking in with their heads down.
Iger couldn't hold back and laughed again.
Harry rolled his dazzling eyes and went back to the bedroom, while Ron sat down beside Iger dejectedly.
"What's wrong?" Iger turned to look at Ron, who was hesitant to speak.
"It's nothing, I just feel a little unlucky, why is it always me?" Ron looked strange.
"What's always you?" Iger was stunned.
Ron pursed his lips: "Why is it always me who is unlucky?"
"What...meaning?" Iger was a little puzzled.
Ron lowered his head, looking a little lost: "I'm the youngest boy in the house, never noticed, and always teased by Fred and George."
"Every friend who comes to school is better than the other, Harry, you, Hermione, and even a Chinese girl sitting next to us has knowledge that I don't have." Ron's face looked very lost: "These words I I can't say anything to Harry, but Iger, I get jealous of you sometimes..."
"I don't know why, I only dare to say these words to you, maybe because you told me that we are great because of ordinary people, but Iger, can ordinary people really be great?" Ugly.
"I think it's useless for you to think about it." Iger shook his head slightly.
"Yeah... Who cares." Ron patted his forehead in frustration.
"No, I mean, why are you so inferior?" Iger spread his hands: "You also said that we are better than each other, and good people will only be friends with good people Ron."
"Why don't you look at what you are good at?" Iger raised his eyebrows.
"I'm useless, can you think of it?" Ron licked his dry lips and looked at Iger eagerly.
"You have red hair." Iger raised his chin.
Ron: "..."
Is this an advantage?
"The greatest chess game of the century?" Iger grinned.
Ron looked much better.
"Anything else?" Ron looked at Iger expectantly.
"God, how many advantages do you want?" Iger shook his head: "I only have two advantages."
"What?" Ron looked at Iger curiously.
"Strong, handsome." Iger looked serious: "Ask yourself, aside from these two points, is there anything else I can stand out about?"
"You have horns on your head and a tail behind you, brother." Ron looked more confident, and smiled at Iger: "How did you sing that song, the one you sang that time..."
whoosh…
"Spicy and sweet!" Iger waved his hand expressionlessly, and a red hair swirled back to the upstairs bedroom: "Don't come out and run around with a dark face, it's scary to laugh."
"..."
Iger could probably understand Ron's feeling. Every time he was being teased, he was the one who got the least attention. The friends around him were better than each other, and there would be a gap in his heart.
But after thinking about what happened to Harry Potter, Iger felt that Ron's situation was actually okay...
Anyone can have an inferiority complex, but sometimes, inferiority may not be the driving force for people to work hard.
The people next to Ron are better than the other, Harry is good at Quidditch, Hermione has good grades, and he is strong.
Dad's at the Ministry of Magic, the twins are doing great business, Charlie Weasley's How to Train Your Dragon, Bill's at Gringotts, and the pretentious Percy is a prefect.
Just kidding, young man, you are so hard backstage, how about you and I have low self-esteem, Nima?
This lineup, even a pig can take off?
Iger thinks Ron this is the self-esteem of adolescence.
For example, most boys want to be a man of the sky, and in the future, money and beauty, no, it will be a good harvest of career and love...
And what about when boys pass this puberty into their twenties?
They will want to find a young and beautiful rich woman to take care of themselves...
The former pride and ambition will be thrown away like a limp and damp toilet paper after the exuberant hormones are vented...
Then I have to tell myself: It's true that it's plain and simple...
heh man...
For nearly a month in a row, Ron's condition seemed to be much better, and he did everything with a high-spirited attitude. Occasionally, Iger could see Lavender's adoring eyes looking at Ron with his chin on his back. I can't wait to cut a hole in Ron's face...
"Looking at her expression, it's like she wants to drink Ron's blood." In Potions class, Harry lowered his head and whispered to Ron.
Next to the cauldron stove, Iger and Hermione snickered.
Ron seemed to be a little smug, but still in that calm tone: "I feel okay, you know, she's a little clingy."
Saying that, he sighed helplessly: "Actually, I don't really like being with her very much."
"Hiccup" Iger whimpered strangely. On the podium, Snape turned his head to glance at Iger, and then turned his head again.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back..." Iger grinned and snickered.
After laughing twice, he didn't seem to find it enjoyable. He turned his head and looked at Ron, showing an exaggerated curator-style smile: "Drink hahahaha..."
Ron: "..."
His face flushed red, Ron looked at Iger angrily, Hermione beside Iger also lowered his head and snickered, and Harry on the side looked at Ron teasingly.
"What's the matter, is it weird that I'm being chased?" Ron looked a little angry.
"Well...it's weird..." Iger nodded with a smile, Hermione on the side couldn't help pinching Iger's arm lightly.
Ron: "..."
Axi, this person is so annoying...
If I can't beat him...
"What's the matter, I think at least Lavender looks better than Hermione." Ron muttered.
Hermione didn't seem to mind: "Yeah, I also think you two are a good match, provided she doesn't get bored of you, you know, if a girl waits and sees for a long time without an answer, she will. will give up..."
Ron's heart tightened, and then he tilted his head nonchalantly: "Who cares..."
Saying that, Ron glanced in Lavender's direction.
After class, Ron said to a few people that he had a stomachache and ran away in a hurry.
"I bet a Galleon, that guy went to Lavender..." Iger took out a gold coin and bounced it high.
"I don't bet, but I bet he's going to make a crappy chance encounter." Harry grinned as he returned from a bottle of Elixir.
"I don't bet." Iger turned his head expressionlessly.
The two looked at each other and then laughed.
Hermione shook her head helplessly looking at the two of them.
Ron's mind was too good to guess. The three of them didn't go far before they saw Ron chatting with Lavender with a reserved face. Parvati beside Lavender rolled his eyes wildly, Indian girl It seems to be very disgusted with Ron...
"I think he's a little impatient, what about Iger?" Harry looked a little speechless at Ron's awkward chat: "It's not necessarily better in the future."
"No, I think this is the pinnacle of his life..." Iger sighed: "It's not easy to find a girl who is blind like this. St. Mungo's can treat eye diseases very quickly..."
Harry: "..."
Why should I discuss this with a devil?
"Throw a firecracker over there?" Iger's eyes lit up.
Harry: "..."
Iger was still dragged away by Harry and Hermione...
...
"What should I do on a first date?"
At night, in Iger's room, Iger Harry and Hermione, who were fighting the landlord, looked at Ron and said in unison.
"I asked her to go to Hogsmeade..." Ron's expression looked a little obsessed, which made Iger wonder if he had fallen in love.
At the mention of a date, Harry and Hermione suddenly became interested, and hurriedly put away the cards from the bed.
"Be careful what you wear, it's your first date after all." Harry said with a serious face.
"What should I wear? A suit?" Ron was stunned.
"Please, you're going on a date, not work, don't listen to Harry, just dress normally." Hermione rolled her eyes: "And to shape her admiration for you, God, I'm saying this Might be a bit redundant..."
"Then what do we do?" Ron looked blank.
"Dating... Hogsmeade is such a big place, it's nothing more than a tour of the Honey Duke, a tour of the Joko Joke Shop, and a tour of the Three Broomsticks, where else do you want to go, Screaming Shack? ?" Iger spread his hands.
"That haunted house?" Ron's face turned pale.
"It's not a haunted house, it's just an abandoned house with a secret passage leading to the root of a willow tree." Iger waved his hand and said casually, "The ghost screams that the villagers heard was when Remus turned into a werewolf. Sound, Sirius and Harry's father were going there once a month to subdue Remus, and that's why it was rumored to be a haunted house."
"Yes, Sirius told me, I haven't had time to tell you." Harry looked at Ron and grinned. "This is a good opportunity to create a sense of worship, and she doesn't know what it is for."
"Really?" Ron hesitated.
"It's definitely fine." Iger nodded firmly.
"But what can we do when we go?" Ron looked blank.
"Look at you." Iger calmly stuffed Ron with a small box: "Try to get a home run, the door to the new world is opening to you."
"Iger!" Hermione's somewhat embarrassed voice sounded, and Iger coughed awkwardly.
"What is this? Also, what is a home run?" Ron looked at the small box in his hand with some doubts.
"This is a self-defense product, it's used to prevent people from dying..." Iger nodded sincerely: "A home run means a perfect end to work..."
"Can people be killed there?" Ron's face was pale.
"This kind of thing is not guaranteed." Iger looked serious: "Be sure to wear it."
Ron nodded dazedly, turned and left, it seemed that he was going to prepare for a date.
"What is that?" Harry turned to look at Iger.
"Umbrella." Iger glanced at Harry's innocent little eyes, and then at Hermione's flushed face beside him, after all, he couldn't explain in detail: "If you have a chance, you can transform and try with Ron. Come on, this thing is to protect two people..."
Harry: "???"
At night, in the bedroom of Harry and Ron, the two stared blankly at the small bag in their hands.
With a tear, Ron tore open the small bag in his hand, looking at the thin layer, the greasy thing fell into contemplation.
"What the **** is this?" Ron was a little puzzled.
"Smells like Bubble Gum." Harry leaned in and sniffed. "It smells like cranberries."
"Eat?" Ron's eyes lit up.
"It looks like it should be able to..." Harry picked up the wrapping paper and looked at it: "Du...Lei...S...Wait, what are all these messy words on it?"
"Let's try it..." Ron shrugged indifferently: "Iger will never harm us."
Stuffing what looked like chewing gum in his hand into his mouth, Ron chewed it.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked curiously.
"From the taste...it doesn't seem to be edible..." Ron frowned, and then his eyes lit up: "But it tastes good!"
"Really? I'll try..." Harry smiled and tore open a package.
Ron frowned and took out the chewing gum-like thing from his mouth: "This thing is very chewy, it can't be chewed, it doesn't look like it can be eaten, but it should be chewed for fun."
"Wait, look at this, this thing can be stretched." Harry said, pointing to the box.
"Is this a balloon?" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "Can you eat and play with balloons? It seems that these Muggles are not so rigid."
call! ! !
A burst of laborious blowing sounded in the room, Ron's face flushed red, but the balloon in his hand was not much bigger.
"Wait a minute, this is so hard to blow..." Ron put down the balloon panting heavily, took out his wand and tapped it on the balloon: "Clear water is like a spring."
The balloon suddenly swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Ron smiled triumphantly: "This should be a water balloon, it's for beating people, it should be a lot of strength, I really want to give it to Fred and George. One shot."