MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 208 Festival

The babbling river. Fear killed Harry's joy: Ron was saying exactly what Harry doubted and feared he would think.

"I'm sure I've had a bit of a lifetime here," said Ron, "you know, with a broken arm and nothing to eat--just **** wild mushrooms, and the skin on the back every night. Freeze. You know, I'm just hoping, after a couple of weeks of running around, we can get a little something."

"Ron," Hermione said, but in a voice so low that Ron could pretend he didn't hear the rain crackling on the tent.

"I thought you knew what action you were in," said Harry.

"Yeah, I thought I knew too."

"So, which part didn't meet your expectations?" Harry asked, anger making him defend himself, "You think we're going to live in a five-star hotel? Find a soul the next day. Do you think you can go back to Mommy for Christmas?"

"We thought you knew what you were doing!" Ron shouted, standing. His words pierced Harry's heart like a hot knife. "We thought Dumbledore told you what to do, we thought you had a real plan!"

"Ron!" said Hermione, this time hearing it clearly in the rustling of the rain on the top of the tent, but he still ignored her.

"Okay, sorry for disappointing you," said Harry, his voice quite calm, though he felt hollow and underpowered, "I've been outspoken with you from the very beginning and told you Tells everything Dumbledore told me. Maybe you didn't notice, we already know how to destroy Horcruxes—"

"Yeah, it's as easy for us to destroy it as it is to find a few other Horcruxes—fucking out of reach, in other words."

"Stop it, Ron." Hermione stopped him loudly.

"I see." Harry turned to Hermione and said, "Do you think I didn't notice the two of you muttering behind my back? You don't think I can guess what you're thinking about? ?"

"Harry, we didn't—" said Hermione anxiously

"Don't get mad at her!" Ron yelled at him, "We couldn't survive two days without Hermione - we had no food, we lived in the tent she brought, and we had to count on her The portrait of Phineas in the bag for clues—"

"We didn't blame you—Harry, I didn't!" cried Hermione.

The rain pounded on the tent, tears streaming down Hermione's face. The excitement that had vanished a few minutes earlier, as if it had never existed, went out in a flash like fireworks, leaving behind darkness, dampness, and cold. Gryffindor's sword is hidden somewhere, they are just three teenagers hiding in the tent, the only achievement is that they are not dead.

"Then why are you still here?" Harry asked Ron.

"I don't know," said Ron.

"Go home then," said Harry.

"Yeah, maybe I should!" Ron shouted, taking a few steps towards Harry, who didn't back away, "Didn't you hear them talking about my sister? But you Don't care at all, isn't it, it's just the Forbidden Forest, 'I've been through the scarier ones'—Harry Potter doesn't care what she encounters there, but I do, giant spiders and crazy stuff—"

"I just said—she was with her mates, with Hagrid—"

"—Yeah, I get it, you don't care! And my family, 'The Weasleys can't have any more kids hurt', did you hear that?"

"I heard, I-"

"Don't think about what that means?"

"Ron!" Hermione squeezed between them, "I don't think that means there's something new, something we don't know. Come to think of it, Ron, Bill has The scars, and many of you probably have seen George missing an ear by now, and you're seriously ill with the pox, and I'm sure that's what it means—"

"Oh, you believe it, don't you? Well, I don't have to think about them. You two think it's okay, don't you, your parents are in a safe place anyway—"

"My parents are dead!" Harry yelled.

"My parents may be the same!" Ron shouted.

Ron made a sudden move, Harry reacted quickly, but before their wands were pulled out of their pockets, Hermione had raised hers.

"Armor!" she cried. An invisible wall formed at once, she and Harry on one side and Ron on the other. The three of them were shaken back a few steps by the power of the curse. Harry and Ron glared at each other through the transparent barrier, as if seeing each other for the first time. Harry regretted the argument, but he didn't want to make peace with Ron right now.

Ron also looked at Harry with incredible eyes, as if he was not the same as before. Then he turned to Hermione.

"What are you going to do?"

"What did you say?"

"Are you on his side?"

“I…” she looked distressed, “yes—yes. Ron, we said we were going to help Harry—”

"I see."

"Ron, no—please—come back, come back!"

"Don't bother." Ron said in a sullen voice, "I—the most useless of us, go out and find something to eat. Don't follow me, leave me alone for a while. Bar."

She was blocked by the iron armor she cast, and by the time she removed it, Ron had already rushed into the night. Harry stood there dumbfounded and silent, hearing Hermione cry, calling Ron's name from the woods.

A few minutes later she came back with her hair wet against her face.

"He-he-he's gone! Apparate!"

She threw herself on the chair, curled up and cried.

Harry was at a loss. He ripped off the blanket that Ron had spread, put it on Hermione, and climbed into his bed, staring at the dark roof of the tent, listening to the pouring rain. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was also shattered, and Ron really left.

"Hi Neville."

The portrait of Ariana Dumbledore slowly moved away, and a head emerged from the dark hole in the wall. His appearance was terrible: one eye was swollen and blue and purple. "Good evening, Gwen."

"Where's Ginny?" Gwen looked behind him, "She should give me a new order today, I'm not complaining, but the students bought too many decoy bombs And stealth smoke/fog/bombs - Merlin, what's wrong with your face?"

Neville sat at the entrance of the cave, half-hiding behind the portrait. He was completely different from the timid he used to be. "Ginny, Luna and I tried to steal Gryffindor's sword out of Snape's office."

Gwen was so frightened that the package fell to the ground, "Are you crazy! Did she get caught?"

"We're all caught." Neville waved his hand nonchalantly.

Gwen wanted to sneak into Hogwarts through the secret passage in one leap. Neville was so frightened by her that he quickly stretched out his arm to stop her.

"What are you doing?"

"Go save Ginny, her family knows what to do with this - I'd rather she never go to school, what's Hogwarts like now? Death Eater card Law let students practice Cruciatus on those locked up, drive away Muggle-born students, and then make half-blood wizards truant?"

"Don't worry, Gwen," said Neville so quickly for the first time, "We did get caught by Snape, but he just punished us for helping Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest. work."

Gwen stopped his hand clinging to the corner, "Fortunately—", she subconsciously wanted to say, fortunately, Professor Snape caught them, and nothing happened. But seeing Neville's expression, Gwen's mouth twisted and his tongue was pulled back by the gold thread, "I mean, thankfully Snape... thought the Forbidden Forest was a terrible punishment."

"So Ginny and Luna are all right, but they have to stay in the dormitory after curfew today, Alecto Caro is very dissatisfied with the confinement, staring at him all day long They want to find a Yuko to punish Ginny."

Gwen finally put his heart back in his stomach, took a large bag of Weasley jokes to Neville, and stuffed several bottles of sticky yellow paste into his hand, pointing Pointing at the boy's swollen eyes, "Bluish remover."

"Thank you." Neville smiled and put it away, and handed Gwen a small bag of gold Galleons and Silver Sic from the students, "But I'd better not use it, the wound will heal. Too soon, and the Death Eaters should come up with new ways to torture us."

"It can't be like this all the time." Gwen felt uncomfortable, "The students are living in troubled days."

"We have a few seniors covering them, former D.A. members." Neville puffed up his chest, "Fred and George have all taken on Umbridge. Come and try, if only they were still in school..."

"It would be great if Dumbledore was still there." Gwen was a little bit horny, she really didn't understand, Hogwarts had fallen, why didn't Dumbledore come out to protect the little wizards?

"It's not that hard yet," Neville reassured Gwen in return, "at least Malfoy can't stare at Harry now, he's hardly been bothering Gryffindor lately."

Gwen sighed, "Any need, you know how to find us. Also, persuade Ginny to give up the sword, unless she calls someone out there for help—or even if she resents me, I'm going to tell her brother and mom and dad too."

Neville waved his hand, not knowing whether he heard it or not, and disappeared at the end of the tunnel dragging a large bag.

Ron did not show up in the tent all night