A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 531 Ron's Jealousy

The saying goes, "A long-term illness in bed...and the filial son."

Ron embarked on a path of no return.

He suffered for six months, being a groundhog and constantly tormented by Harry, and almost ended up being sent to Azkaban by Peter...

Fortunately, after all the hardships, he was transformed from the lowest-ranking child in the family into the most beloved child.

In the beginning, Ron was indeed very depressed. He would go to the ward every day on time and join the old men and women at the door in doing silly things.

I'm sorry I was born a witch!

But after being taken care of for so long, Ron got a little arrogant.

His elderly mother provides him with delicious meals, each one different from the last; Percy drops his new job to help with tutoring; the twins take turns making funny faces and sending him all sorts of prank items; Ginny acts cute in the hospital room just to make him laugh...

The whole family revolved around him. After living like this for a while, Ron naturally got carried away.

He's getting too cocky!

So, relying on the fact that his shoes were thick and wouldn't hurt his feet, he started doing all sorts of dangerous things.

Not only has his temper become inexplicably bad, but his demands are also becoming increasingly unreasonable. He's arrogant all day long, wanting this and that.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the head of the Weasley family.

(Mrs. Weasley: I'm not dead yet!)

If it were based on Mrs. Weasley's usual explosive temper, she would have already grabbed the Rolling Wand and hung Ron up and beaten him.

How can we tolerate him constantly complaining that the food isn't to his liking... such a ridiculous and disgusting habit!

She was enduring it, everyone was enduring it... waiting for Ron to recover so they could settle scores later.

For some debts, the longer they are left unpaid, the higher the interest will be.

It's only satisfying to slaughter a pig when it's fattened up!

However, Charlie couldn't take it anymore. After delivering meals several times, he was already furious.

Today, Ron asked him for a birthday present again, and the first thing he asked for was a fire bolt!

Charlie has a terrible temper!

He has the money for a hammer to buy a crossbow bolt? Why don't you just use a rocket?

William and Hermione lingered at the door for a while before finally going inside.

Because Charlie had already mistaken Ron for a Slytherin player... he gave him a friendly 'foul'!

Charlie raised his hand and delivered a loving elbow to Ron's head, followed by a lightning-fast kick to the head.

Ron suddenly felt like he had taken 10,000 points of damage, while his health was only 10,001.

As the two rushed in, Charlie had already grabbed Ron and executed a flying wrist reverse cross lock.

Get ready to crush his head.

William quickly grabbed Charlie and rescued Ron.

Whether he was frightened by Charlie or saw William and Hermione, Ron became more restrained and his attitude softened a bit.

"Aren't you two in Italy?" Ron rubbed his neck and asked hurriedly.

Did that dragon really destroy Venice?

These past few days, he's been reading the newspaper, but it only contains pictures of Venice.

No one, not William and Hermione, who were directly involved, knows the full story.

William glanced at Ron and said softly, "Really."

I hadn't seen him for a while, and he had gained a significant amount of weight. Clothes that didn't fit him well before were now even smaller.

Ron asked in awe, "You've killed another dragon?"

"More or less," William mumbled.

"But what I don't understand is, what's the difference between this and the dragon named Norbert that France killed last year?"

Ron spoke in a keyboard warrior-like, pontificating tone:

"What I mean is, how could it destroy Venice, and didn't the Italian Aurors stop it?"

I remember Charlie saying that a dozen or so wizards could control a fire dragon.

Is the Italian Ministry of Magic really that weak?

"Ron, that's no ordinary dragon. A normal dragon is only a dozen meters long. According to the reports, that dragon is a hundred meters long!" Charlie explained patiently.

"Besides, we gave the fire dragon a strong sleeping pill, so it was easy to control."

"But even with Hermione by his side, William was able to stop it," Ron muttered under his breath. "It's not that powerful."

Hermione raised an eyebrow but refrained from speaking.

"Why didn't they give White Dragon sleeping pills?" Ron asked again.

William and the other two looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Ron said impatiently.

But nobody paid him any attention, and William and Charlie started talking about Romania.

Ron's bad temper flared up again. He kicked a chair leg, interrupting the two of them, and said:

"What kind of dragon is that? It's so big!"

He spoke in the tone of a dragon expert:

"I'm guessing it's the Ukrainian Iron Belly? I heard it's the biggest fire dragon... or maybe it's the Hungarian Wood Beetle."

"I already said, ordinary dragons are only a dozen meters long," Charlie said angrily.

"That white dragon was over a hundred meters long and did not belong to any of these dragon species."

Ron was too young before, so Charlie didn't really notice. But after several years, when he suddenly returned home, he discovered:

They're all pretty smart, so why does Ron seem a bit... dim-witted?

"So, you don't actually know what kind of dragon it is, right?" Ron said sarcastically.

At that moment, Charlie really wanted to pull out his Muggle AK-47 and fire a burst at Ron.

Let him experience it for himself: why a gun... is more useful than a magic wand!

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. When the door opened, it was the female healer from before.

"Mr. Stark, there's only one bottle of the calming and brain-nourishing medicine left."

The witch apologized, "If you wish to continue using it..."

"I'll take care of the rest," William said after a moment's thought.

"That's wonderful," the witch nodded.

"This is Miss Jorgins' hospital admission fee and the cost of the therapist's consultation, totaling five thousand Galleons."

William took the bill, glanced at it casually, and handed it to Hermione.

"Go to vault number 12138 in Gringotts to collect the money. I'll greet the goblins," he said calmly.

"Okay." The female medical therapist left quickly.

The magical world is just as realistic as the Muggle world; if you don't have money, they definitely won't treat you.

For injuries like the Unforgivable Curse, expert consultation and the use of the best potions are required, which makes the price even higher.

Ron's medical expenses were covered by Hogwarts. Otherwise, how could he have stayed here for several months?

Even if he were sold, he still couldn't afford the exorbitant medical expenses.

"Five thousand Galleons?" Ron clicked his tongue slightly. He had been saving for several years and had only managed to secretly accumulate a little Galleon.

He had all his money at school and planned to buy some expensive gifts at the Quidditch World Cup.

He left in a hurry; the money should still be hidden under the bed. Ron was confident that no one would find it.

"Who's sick?" he asked curiously.

"A friend of mine is injured," William said vaguely.

Ron sighed enviously:

"Five thousand Galleons... What kind of friends are you? So generous! You two really don't value Galleons at all."

"Ron, this isn't about the money." Hermione frowned, looking away from the bill and at him.

She doesn't like wasting money; for example, she objected when William wanted to gamble on football... but Hermione is definitely not someone who is unwilling to spend money.

This is related to family education. Hermione's father is a dentist, and her family is middle-class; they are not short of money at all.

"Yeah, I heard that the Italian First Class Magic Medal alone is worth 20,000 Galleons for the two of you," Ron said sourly.

"Of course I don't care about those five thousand Galleons."

Hermione didn't speak, but simply raised her eyebrows.

"Compared to you guys, George and Fred are much stingier," Ron said, seemingly to himself.

He complained, "They have so many pet elves, but I only need one person to take care of me and cook for me separately, and they won't... I'm their own brother, after all..."

"Those house-elves are not your slaves, Ron, they are our employees!" Hermione said angrily.

"Employees? Everyone knows house-elves don't need wages." Ron suddenly scoffed.

"We'll pay them!" She stood up abruptly, glaring at Ron. "I'll say it again, they're not slaves."

"Wages... Hmph, listen to me too, Hermione!" Ron shouted. "They like it. They like being other people's slaves!"

"Then go find a house-elf who wants to be your slave," Hermione said coldly, staring at him.

"Nobody's stopping you. But don't get your hands on our shop's house-elves."

Don't even think about getting them to serve you for free.

Ron's face immediately turned red.

Hermione retorted without hesitation, "We paid them to do what we want, it's none of your business."

Also, I will improve the living environment of the house-elves, no matter what you say!

William will help me too! If you don't want to help, fine, but please don't be sarcastic!

Because it didn't cost you a single nut!

Hermione brandished the bill in her hand and shrieked:

"Also, the Italian Ministry of Magic gave them 20,000 Galleons... I know you're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Ron's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "What am I jealous of?"

"Of course you're jealous," Hermione sneered. "'William, with Hermione by his side, was able to stop it; he's not that great.'"

Isn't that what you said?

"You think... if you were in my place, you could do what we did too."

But you know nothing!

We are wanted by the Italian Ministry of Magic, and we risk our lives to find the truth.

The dangers involved are beyond your imagination while you're lying in the hospital!

If you want those Galleons, go ask for them! William and I don't care about that little bit of money at all!

We'd rather switch places with you, hiding in a safe room so you can face that white dragon!

Ron's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word. He was somewhat embarrassed and angry at being so blatantly exposed.

"Let's go, William, we still need to visit the Longbottoms." Hermione tilted her head. "Don't waste time here!"

William stood up, and the girl immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

After thinking for a moment, to prevent himself from beating Ron again, Charlie also went outside.

The room fell silent again, with only Ron sitting there, his expression unpredictable.

He kicked the lunchbox to the ground.

But then I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten lunch yet.

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