Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

When Ron woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed, a place he was familiar with because he lived here when he was petrified by a basilisk last term, this was the school's infirmary, with linen sheets and herbs The breath made him understand in an instant, and he began to think about the last thing that happened before he fell into a coma.

"Hi..." He couldn't help howling, the injury on his shoulder seemed to have only reached his sensory nerves now. In the society of wizards, the habit of using anesthetics should not have been formed. It should have expired, not only on the shoulders and arms, Ron found that his head was also wrapped with a piece of gauze, covering most of his fiery hair, and there was a little tingling feeling from time to time.

"Ron, are you awake?" Harry, who was sitting beside him, said in surprise.

"Thank you," said Ron, then looked out the window and found that it was completely dark.

"How long have I been dizzy?" he asked.

"It's been almost half a day," Harry replied.

"Really?" He tried to sit up, only to find that his hands were completely useless.

"You'd better lie down, Madam Pomfrey said that you should take at least a month to fully recover." This was Hermione's cold voice, "Don't get me wrong." Hermione stood behind him and added: "I just I'm a little sorry that my prophecy came into effect, and now that you're awake, I should go."

"Goodbye, classmate Weasley." Hermione's voice was still cold.

"Wait." Ron's voice was a little weak, and he said, "I'm sorry."

"I believe this is just an accident, you are actually a student without a halo." Ron's words almost stirred up Hermione's fire again.

"I also didn't attend the Luo Shizi prophecy class. In fact, I didn't believe it. She also said that I would definitely have good luck today." Ron, who was lying on the hospital bed, sighed heavily.

"I apologize for my previous blunder." Ron said sincerely.

When Ron was most desperate, it was Hermione's spell that saved him. He was actually not that ignorant. He actually regretted that hurtful sentence yesterday.

Making girls cry, especially when they don't really make sense, is really bad.

In the end, Hermione helped him regardless of his previous suspicions. He felt that if he didn't know what to do, he would look down on himself.

In essence, he is still a good boy.

"I accept your apology." Hermione took a deep breath and said slowly.

They are friends after all, isn't it normal to be tolerant of friends?

But the cracks appear again and again and then fill up, will there really be no traces as usual?

Hermione didn't say it, but she really felt that sometimes he was too childish.

In front of the big right and wrong, such as the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade, and the Compound Decoction in the second grade, she is willing to accompany Ron and Harry to take risks and violate the school rules together, because she knows that there are more important things in the rules.

But most of the time, she couldn't bear the stupidity and impulsiveness of the two of them. Sometimes Harry was okay, and sometimes Ron was really hopeless.

Today's accident can be said to be entirely his own fault.

"Well, in order for you to be mentally prepared to accept it, here are three not-so-good news to tell you," Hermione, who accepted the apology, softened a lot, but what she said didn't make people happy at all.

"Hermione, stop talking, we have to let him rest." Harry's eyes darkened, as if he was thinking of something, but he still pulled Hermione's shirt on the corner and told her to stop talking.

"Since you made a mistake, you must have the courage to take responsibility. This is the real Gryffindor." Hermione said while staring at Ron.

"Well." Ron nodded, he still did not realize how serious the consequences of today's accident were.

"First, your parents already knew that you were injured. I heard that you were seriously injured. Aunt Molly was about to come to see you. It was your father who stopped her, but I think they must be worried about you. Your twin brother and prefect brother also guarded you for almost an afternoon before leaving, these are the prices your family paid for you, can you think more clearly when you take risks in the future?" Hermione persuaded earnestly. To him, I hope Ron will think twice in the future.

Compared to the injury he suffered from the chessboard battle in the first year, that time was a sacrifice, but this time it was just a joke.

"Well." Ron buried his head in shame, remorse spreading from his heart.

Seeing him realize his mistake, Hermione's tone was much better, but the next words made him even more uncomfortable.

"Secondly, Hagrid may be fired," Hermione said seriously.

"No!" Ron had an unbelievable look on his face. "It's all my fault this time. It's nothing to do with Hagrid. I'm getting carried away!" he shouted, trying to take the blame on himself, but it was obvious , which doesn't help.

"It's only possible." Hermione's brows furrowed, and she couldn't feel Ron's guilty look, but when she remembered that his own childishness caused all this, she didn't want to comfort him any more, she felt that this time He must have a longer memory.

"Harry, what should we do, let's go and tell Professor Dumbledore, let him deduct my points and don't fire Hagrid." Ron knew how hard-won Hagrid's opportunity was, but now he might be given it by himself destroyed.

"Well..." Harry just nodded perfunctorily, he felt that this matter should not be solved so easily.

"What's the last thing?" Ron asked with some fear. He didn't think he was a victim, but he brought more trouble to others. This last point he didn't want to implicate others anyway.

"It's only about you." Hermione sighed, looking at Ron with a complicated expression, "Harry, tell him, I have to go to the library now." Hermione didn't look back after saying that. He walked to the door of the ward, and Hermione was relieved to see Ron awake, and now she should return to her own learning track.

The world doesn't revolve around one person.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron's only remaining intact arm hurriedly grabbed Harry and asked anxiously.

Harry hesitated, murmured for a while, and then spoke clearly.

Hearing this, Ron's face suddenly turned pale, and then turned red again, like an iron skewer that had been scorched for a long time by the fire. His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. He struggled to get up from the bed, but lay down weakly because of the injury.

His only intact right hand was clenched into a fist, perhaps the only way he could express his outrage now.

"Why is this happening!" Ron roared mournfully from the bed, and it was hard for him to accept this fact.