Chapter 1401: Distress of the weak

Ron felt that he couldn't afford such a big responsibility, but ...
"Damn," Ron whispered to himself, watching the back of Tonks and others leaving. "This feeling of being trusted is so sweet, it's hard to refuse!"
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom told us just now that the defense here will be temporarily assigned to you for deployment. If anything, we will report to you in time ..."
Suddenly, one of the Aurors who had opened the door for them trot from the doorway to Ron. While Ron was still strangling, he heard the other side say:
"By the way, Mr. Weasley ... I heard that you are Mr. McLean's friend. I wonder if he is okay? I was lucky enough to fight with him last time and was saved by him ... oh, although indirectly Yes, he must not remember me. But I must say that he is my life-saving benefactor! "
"Oh," Ron blinked his eyes, then nodded. "Of course, he's fine ... And he should be here in a while. If you want him to remember you, you can introduce yourself to me, I I don't think he would mind having one or two more friends. "
"Oh, let's forget it! Although I have heard that Mr. McLean is a very kind person, there seems to be no need for him to remember someone, let alone be a friend."
The Auror quickly waved his hands before pointing the stairway behind:
"Let ’s just talk about the business. In addition to the people you see downstairs, there are several teammates upstairs watching the situation outside. So if the black wizards appear again, they should be noticed first. But, Ashamed, the defense we used to rely mainly on Mr. Longbatton, and now he is away, I think the strength of our team alone can't resist those villains. "
Having said that, he looked at Ron with some expectation:
"therefore"
Although the other party didn't finish, Ron still understood what he meant ... Neville left, and the lost combat power naturally needed him to make up for it!
However, what can he do?
"I know."
Ron looked around, sighing sighing that Neville had given him a big problem, and thinking as hard as he could.
"First of all, I have to explain that I am not good at actual combat, and at best I can only protect myself. It is impossible for me to resist half of the black wizards like Neville alone."
"Ah, of course, everyone has what they are good at and what they are not good at," the Auror immediately nodded with an understanding look, "but I believe that Mr. Weasley must have some aspect What we can't reach, how do you want us to cooperate, just say it! "
"Well ... let me think about it."
"Of course, no problem!"
Looking at Ron's slightly subtle expression, the other side did not suspect him, and even nodded.
"Several of those guys were injured last time. They shouldn't show up for a while and a half. Please think slowly. I won't bother you first. If you need anything, just ask me!"
"OK, OK."
Ron froze his face and watched the other man return to the door. When he saw the other man turned back and nodded to himself, he could only squeeze out a rather reluctant smile.
When the other party's eyes moved away, the smile on his face immediately disappeared quickly.
"What should I do?"
Ron still knew about Neville's strength. When he was in St. Mungo's ward before, everyone asked him about it and analyzed it together.
But that's why he understood how powerful Neville's patron saint was.
Generally speaking, the ordinary patron saint can only be used to resist the attack of the dementors, and even if the physical patron saint is successfully summoned, it is still most effective when facing the dementors.
Only when the caster truly grasps the essence of this curse and raises his "courage" or "guardian's will" to a certain degree can he further touch a certain qualitative change.
The patron saint curse, Ron naturally will, and he also has his own patron saint. Even at that time, because of Maca's "private training", he mastered this spell earlier than Neville.
Unfortunately, it was very reluctant to think that he could summon the patron saint, and since then, he has no room to enter. But just an ordinary patron saint, how can you fight against those apparently extraordinary black wizards?
Thinking of this, Ron cast aside the growing boredom in his head and reached for a small pocket hanging inside the robe.
This is a magic pocket that he made with great effort, because he couldn't stack the stretchless spell like Hermione, so the space inside was just twice the size of the appearance.
Of course, he wasn't Hermione or Maca, he didn't have so many books to put, and only some small things were inside.
When he saw that he reached out and drew it inside, he took out several potion bottles one by one, and lined it up on the chanting table used by the priest in the church next to him.
These were given to him by Maca. There were fierce fire potions, which were very powerful in combat, and the white flavors that Neville had just mentioned, as well as common potions such as antidote, refresher and so on. . As Neville said, each of their little friends has a share.
"I really run into battle, and I may not be able to protect myself."
Ron looked at the bottles and jars and scratched his head, before sighing.
"Maca, come here earlier!"
Although he had just said to the Auror that he was not good at combat. But in fact, what he is not good at is more than actual combat ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If the black wizards who are good at listening to Neville's words are coming in first, should he Honestly choose to run away?
Just as Ron stared at the potions and couldn't help thinking about it, a strange voice sounded from behind him.
"Mr. Weasley, is that fragrant white flavor? Can you lend me a hand?"
Talking to therapist Derwent, Ron responded immediately.
"Ah, of course, give it." He hurriedly picked up one of the two-finger potions bottles, turned around and handed it over, "don't say what you can borrow or borrow, it just works, saving people is important!"
"Thank you!"
"No, no thanks, this is what Maca gave me."
As soon as he mentioned Maca, he couldn't help whispering why Maca hadn't come yet ... but it is clear that reality is often the opposite of people's wishes.