Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 360 Marriage?

"General Counter-Spell, with the spell: Finite / Finite Incantatem is a general counter-spell."

"When you become proficient, you can use the former Finite (the end)."

"Harry, does this spell work on weather spells?" Professor Flitwick looked at Harry.

"It's useful, but not completely. The universal breaking spell can stop the effects of most spells, such as the limp legs spell and the dancing spell, but it has no obvious effect on more complex weather spells."

"At this time we need to use the Cloud Spell to withdraw - the spell to break the Weather Spell." Harry said after thinking for a moment.

"Very good, 5 points for Ravenclaw!"

The bell rang and Professor Flitwick jumped down from the pile of books.

"Homework: write a one-foot essay on universal counteracting spells," Professor Flitwick said finally.

"Feet! Feet! After second grade, the length of our homework has become feet!"

"I've almost forgotten how to write a 7-inch essay - I always write long ones unconsciously!" Ron complained in a low voice.

Ron always said this - after assigning homework, Harry heard it.

The flowers are almost forming calluses.

But in order to prevent Ron from remembering what happened between him and Ginny, he had to pretend to complain along.

"Harry!" A fiery red shadow rushed out from the crowd and crashed into his arms.

“There are people here!”

"Ginny, as your brother, I think I need to take care of you." Ron picked up Ginny like a puppy and pulled her out of Harry's arms.

The students around immediately applauded.

Facing the applause, Ron subconsciously straightened his head and chest because he loved the spotlight, but the next second, he thought about why it was so.

"what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with me cuddling with my boyfriend?" Ginny said, and Harry almost applauded.

But he looked at Ron and pretended to be expressionless.

At the same time, Ron pulled Ginny, and Ginny pulled him to a secluded place.

"I don't care what you do in private, but you still have to be careful in front of so many people." Ron's tone softened.

After all, it was Harry who was with her sister, not Michael, Dean or the like.

Harry on the side couldn't help but nod. In his opinion, this was pretty good.

But Ginny was obviously dissatisfied, "What about in front of other people?"

"I've learned all about it. You particularly like to make up stories in front of many people - Ollivander's wand that has never been found; saving Ravenclaw's phoenix and invisible beast; playing a leading role in the team that defeated Voldemort."

"Are you embarrassed when it comes to my and Harry's turn?" Ginny sneered.

Ron started to babble. He couldn't believe that his always well-behaved and obedient sister would dare to speak to him like that.

Harry also widened his green eyes. This was Ginny - it was really, really great!
"It's not the same! Yes, it's different."

"Be careful I'm going to write to Mom!"

"That you were in love too early?" Ron stammered after he came to his senses.

"Ron, you were the one who made up the term 'puppy love'," Harry added.

"You're jealous! You've never cuddled anyone in your life, and just because you were only kissed by our Aunt Muriel when you were little—"

"You think you're the only one who can write letters? Mom and Dad must have known about this a long time ago - from Percy's letter!"

"They'd love to accept Harry as one of our family - we'd cuddle and hug - and then get married right after graduation just like Harry's mom and dad and my mom and dad!" Ron's attitude of preparing to tell tales obviously angered Ginny, so much so that she started to speak incoherently.

"Get married!" said Ron and Harry in unison.

"You are getting married!" It was Myrtle, who must have just arrived.

Tears flowed down Myrtle's face, and she covered her face and dived to the ground.

Before Harry and the others could be surprised by Myrtle's appearance, a voice came from behind Harry, "Are you getting married?"

"How did you get here?!" Ron almost gasped. It was Draco. "It was Nick. He pointed the way and told you to go this way."

"But did I hear it right? Who is going to marry Harry, you or Ginny?" Draco smiled evilly.

Ron's face turned red with anger, "Of course it's Ginny!"

"You agreed!" Ginny jumped up happily.

"No, I just--"

"It's all you!"

"Damn you Malfoy!"

"Why are you here?" Ron didn't know what to say, so he turned to Draco.

He had clearly only reluctantly agreed to let Ginny and Harry date, how did it get into the subject of marriage?

"Didn't Harry faint today?"

"I wonder if he's dreaming about Voldemort again."

"After all—" Ginny interrupted Draco before he could finish his words.

"what?"

"What dream?"

"It's about Voldemort!"

"Harry, are you okay?" Ginny had a look of horror on her face. She leaned on Harry again and touched him all over, trying to check his body.

"I am fine."

"Dumbledore knows about this, too." Harry said half-enjoyed and half-embarrassed.

He thought it would be better if Ron and Draco weren't here.

Maybe he could get closer to Ginny.

Ginny calmed down when she heard Dumbledore's name.

"You weren't pretending?"

"I thought you were pretending like everyone else and wanted me to agree with you and Ginny." Seeing that Ginny didn't know about this, Ron finally realized something.

"No way!"

"Harry, did you forget the dream about Voldemort because of Ginny?" Draco couldn't believe it.

"I guess so." Harry nodded awkwardly.

He slowly began to tell the content of his dream.

"So, Voldemort has an insider in Hogwarts!"

"And 'little friend'!"

"That man is still a student!" Ron rubbed his fiery red hair, unable to believe what he heard.

"I know that Walton McNeill."

"He was one of Voldemort's first Death Eaters and fought in the First Wizarding War. After Voldemort's fall from power, he claimed that he was under the Imperius Curse, so he was not imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Uh, just like my dad." Draco lowered his head, not daring to look at Harry and the others.

"It's different. I think it's different."

"Your father is ours now."

"I know that McNeill too. He works for the Ministry of Magic - killing beasts that pose a threat to wizards."

"He nearly killed my uncle's Kneazle because it accidentally caught a little wizard who was throwing rocks at him."

"Luckily Jason ran away on his own," Ron said gloomily.

(End of this chapter)