Vol 2 Chapter 237: conflict

"Of course you would say that." Ron said coldly, his eyes full of disgust.
"What?" Fanlin asked.
"Of course you will help Hermione. You and her always stand together, just like Hermione. You treat me as a fool!"
"What Ron are you talking about..." Fanlin also became a little annoyed, and being questioned for no reason made Fanlin feel very uncomfortable.
"I didn't treat you as a fool, you are our friend..."
"Shut up your mouth, Fanlin!" Ron interrupted Fanlin, "I am your friend? Do you really think that? Every time I say something you will look at me like an idiot, you Think I can't tell?"
"That's what you said is really silly, and it's a joke between friends, and Harry is like that..." Hermione said angrily.
"A joke among friends?" Ron repeated, he looked a little lost.
"What are you thinking, Shaban may really not die. You shouldn't accuse others casually until you see the evidence."
"Evidence? The bed sheets and cat hair are not evidence?" Ron looked at Fan Lin incredulously. He couldn't imagine why Fan Lin would stand on the opposite side of him for such obvious things.
"If there is blood on the bed sheet, it must be the death of the spot?" Fanlin said, "It's just that you think of it because you worry about it."
"I think!" Ron's body trembled because of his anger. "Now that Shaban is dead, you told me that I imagined it. That's right, in your eyes I am a fanatic. moron……"
"I didn't mean that, Ron..." Fanlin looked a little irritable, "Listen, you are my friend, I don't want to lie to you, Scabbard..."
"Do you think I still believe it?" Ron said abruptly, his fists clenched tightly.
"What are you talking about?" Fanlin wrinkled, Ron was a little unreasonable now, which made Fanlin feel very difficult.
"You will definitely help her, I should have known..." Ron was talking to himself.
"Yes, I'll help Hermione, and at the same time, I'm also helping you, it's nothing strange..."
Before Fanlin's words were finished, Ron, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly pounced, and Ron's fist fell on Fanlin's face.
"Ron, what are you doing!" Hermione screamed, and she wanted to pull Ron away from Fanlin.
"Are you crazy, Ron, get up..." Ha put his arm around Ron's neck, and he pulled Ron up from Fanlin with difficulty.
Ron's strength was surprisingly strong, as if he was crazy, and Harry couldn't hold him back.
"Are you crazy!"
Hermione's voice came from in front of the two, accompanied by a clear applause, Ron, who was still struggling, became quiet for an instant.
"For a rat, you can do it with your friend. Do you really want to hit me? Come on, I will stand in front of you. Do it..." Hermione screamed. Strangely, first met Sirius in Hogsmeade, and then learned about Peter Pediru. After Ron's madness came back, Hermione's original good mood was destroyed in this way.
"What do you want?" Hermione was aggrieved, and the girl said, tears streaming down her eyes like this.
Ron was stunned for a moment, he felt a little unbearable, but he felt sad when he thought of Scattering, and then because Fanlin hit him, an unknown anger rose from Ron's heart.
"What mouse, that's my friend, his name is Shaban..." Ron roared, his eyes became angry again, and he roared, "Now my friend is dead, it's the two of you and that one. The cat killed him. What do you tell me to do? Doesn't anyone think about my feelings? That monster ate Scorched and I want to kill it. What's wrong, answer me, what's wrong!"
The Gryffindor public room fell into a deathly silence. Harry struggled to hold Ron, and Hermione was aggrieved. The girl turned around and pulled Fanlin up from the ground, and couldn't help it. After crying, she crawled on Fanlin's chest.
Ron saw this scene of anger exploding beyond containment, and he roared as hard as he could, his voice echoing throughout the Gryffindor public lounge.
"You just treat me as a fool, an idiot... Now my friend is caught by that monster..."
"Hug... I'm sorry..." Neville's voice came from the stairs. His voice was very low, but very abrupt.
Neville twisted his body nervously, holding a box of chocolates in his hand, which he had bought from Hogsmeade last time.
Because Ron will fight with Fanlin, this also makes Fanlin lose his control over the magic of blocking the sound.
"Sorry..." Neville looked very timid, he has always been like this, "Your voices are too loud, and everyone is worried, so I...I didn't intend to come here to see...I just...I just……"
Neville shrank his neck. He was horrified when he saw Ron. The four of them were very good. Neville never thought that these people would fight.
"We found this in the bedroom..." Neville said hesitantly. He slowly opened the chocolate box, and a living creature looked so dazzling at this moment.
"I think Ron, your mouse is not dead. We found it under your bed. He is lying in this box. I think he should be asleep!"
Ron's voice stopped abruptly, his face turned into pig liver color, Ron couldn't say a word, he didn't know why, he was very angry, especially when Hermione beat him for Fanlin, Luo En was almost crazy, his mind was blank at the time!
"See..." Fanlin took out the box and threw it to Ron. He said coldly, "This is your proof, Ron? Your mouse is not dead at all, and no one is there. I can forgive you after touching him, but..."
Fanlin looked at Ron with an unkind expression, "You have to apologize to Hermione, you shouldn't make her cry!"
Ron was irritable. He gasped and looked at Fanlin and Hermione coldly. He held Scab and didn't say a word, and sensibly told him that he should apologize to the two people in front of him, but the words fell to his lips. But he couldn't tell how, he always thought of two people walking together.
"Quickly apologize, Ron..." Harry said anxiously. He didn't want his two good friends to be stiff because of this. He frowned and stood just in front of Ron. And Neville carefully retreated to Fanlin's side, still holding the box in his hand, and he suddenly felt that this thing was very hot.
"Ye... I'm sorry..." Ron looked at Harry, he seemed to wake up suddenly, he shouldn't make Harry feel embarrassed, at least Harry is the one who supports him, they are best friends.
Ron's tone was very blunt and cold, and his voice was a little hoarse because of how loud he was just now.
He lowered his head and was not looking at Fanlin and Hermione. He placed Scapple in his palm, as if watching closely to check if she was doing anything.
His movements were very stiff, he gently stroked his scaly hair, turned around without saying a word, and went upstairs.
And Peter Pettigrew, pretending to be dead, didn't dare to move. He hid in the box, but for some reason, he was spotted by Harry's Hedwig, and Hedwig remembered his smell.
There is also the little boy named Neville. It’s good. He, an adult wizard, let an owl and a little boy show up, and sent them back to his owner. He knows very well that even if it’s a fan Lin didn't pay attention to him before, and after such a disturbance, he was successfully exposed to the boy's field of vision, which was terrible.
And the survival map. Peter quietly ran to Filch’s office looking for such magic items while Ron was asleep, but the Filch didn’t know where he hid his survival map. Going all over the office, but the familiar sheepskin scroll did not appear in his field of vision.
"No matter what, as long as this tribe is in Sirius's hands."
Peter hid beside Ron's pillow, and he was taken back to the boys' dormitory again.
He was a little scared. It was originally intended to feign death, and then it would be fine to hide it anywhere in Hogwarts. However, he chose to lurch in the boys' dormitory with a ghostly trick, as if he wanted to continue to inquire about news, but this was unwise.
Peter thoughtfully, now only Ron was in the dormitory, and the boys in the same dormitory were all below, and Ron looked very tired. He came up to cry for a while and fell asleep on the bed.
The little star Peter quietly opened the door of the dormitory room. The boys didn't mean to come up. He could stay in human form for a short while.
But this is not enough~EbookFREE.me~ He wants to live truly free in the magical world, instead of relying on the identity of a mouse.
Blob, what a ridiculous name, Peter felt very disgusted by it, but for now, the only thing he could rely on was his little master, at least his little master was willing to protect him and worked very hard.
Peter grabbed Ron's wand and looked at the boy silently. Ron was not sleeping very easily, and there were two tears on his face, which seemed to be hurt by something.
"Stupid kid!" Peter muttered to himself, and he raised his wand. This was his last protective umbrella. Only by relying on Ron could Peter be undetected.
"I hope you are really useful..." Peter said faintly, and he put his wand lightly on Ron's head, and he thought of a good spell.
　　
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