The so-called long-term hospital bed... with a filial son.

Ron embarked on such a path of no return.

He was guilty of half a year. During his time as a groundhog, he was also fucked by Harry in various ways. In the end, Peter was almost sent to Azkaban by Peter...

Fortunately, the hardships have ended and the sweetness has come. He, who originally had the lowest status at home, once became the most beloved child.

At the beginning of that time, Ron was really depressed. He was on time every day, following the old men and the aunts at the door:

Born as a witch, I'm sorry!

But after being taken care of for a long time, Ron became a little drifty.

The old mother was offering good food, and every meal was not repeated; Percy left her new job to help make up for the lessons; the twins took turns talking and giving out all kinds of prank products; Ginny was acting cute in the ward just to make him laugh...

The whole family was wandering around him. After such days were too long, Ron was certainly floating.

He is too floating!

So, he relied on his thick shoes and did not prick his feet, and began to commit suicide.

Not only did he have a bad temper inexplicably, his demands became more and more excessive. He was arrogant all day long, asking for this or that.

Those who don’t know thought he was the head of the Weasley family.

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

To follow Mrs. Weasley's previous temper, she had already held the magic rolling bar and hanged Ron up and beaten him.

How could he make him clamor every day? The food is not up to the taste... This kind of bullshit problem!

She was enduring, everyone was enduring... waiting for Ron to recover before he could settle the score in the future.

Some accounts, the longer they are, the higher the interest rate will be.

Only when the pig is fattened can it be killed happily!

But Charlie couldn't bear it anymore. After delivering food several times, he was already full of anger.

Today, Ron asked him again for a birthday gift, and his mouth was a firebolt!

Charlie is so angry!

He has the money for hammers, so he goes to buy firecrackers? Why don’t you want rockets?

William and Hermione stayed at the door for a while, and finally went in.

Because Charlie has already regarded Ron as a Slytherin player... he has given him a kind 'foul'!

Charlie raised his hand and looked at Ron's head, which was a love elbow, and then another chasing egg without shadow.

Ron suddenly felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage, while his health was only 10,000 points of damage.

When the two rushed in, Charlie had already pulled Ron and used a flying wrist counter-cross fixation technique.

Prepare to slam his head.

William quickly grabbed Charlie and saved Ron.

I don’t know if I was scared by Charlie or saw William and Hermione, but Ron restrained himself and his attitude became a little better.

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

"That dragon really ruined Venice?"

He has been reading newspapers these days, but there are only some photos of Venice in the newspaper.

No one knows the two parties, William and Hermione.

William glanced at Ron and whispered: "Really."

I haven't seen him for a while, and he has been a full circle of weight than before. His clothes that were not very fit before are smaller now.

Ron asked in awe, "Did you kill another dragon?"

"It's almost the same." William said vaguely.

"But what I don't understand is, is there any difference between it and the dragon called Norbert that France killed last year?"

Ron used a keyboard warrior to point out Jiang Shandi and said in a tone:

“I mean, how can it destroy Venice, and the Italian Aurors don’t stop it?

I remember Charlie said that just over a dozen wizards could control a fire dragon.

Is the Italian Ministry of Magic so weak?”

"Ron, that's not an ordinary dragon. An ordinary dragon is only a dozen meters long. According to reports, that dragon is a hundred meters long!" Charlie explained patiently.

"Besides, we all give Fire Dragon powerful sleeping pills, so it's easy to control."

"But William and Hermione can stop it." Ron muttered in a low voice. "It's not that great."

Hermione raised her eyebrows lightly, but she refused to speak.

"Why don't they give Bailong sleeping pills?" Ron asked again.

William and the other two looked at him with their idiot eyes.

"What's wrong, am I wrong?" Ron said impatiently.

But no one paid attention to him, William and Charlie talked about Romania.

Ron's bad temper came back again. He kicked the legs of the chair and interrupted the two of them:

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

He said in a dragon expert's tone:

"I guess it's Ukrainian iron belly, right? I heard that it is the biggest fire dragon...or it's the Hungarian tree bee."

"I have just said that an ordinary dragon is only ten meters long." Charlie said angrily:

"That white dragon is as long as white rice, and does not belong to these dragon species."

Ron used to be too young, and Charlie didn't feel anything. After not seeing him for a few years, he suddenly came home and found out:

Their family is very smart, but why does it seem like they are a little...scheming when they get to Ron?

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

At this moment, Charlie really wanted to take out the Muggle's ak47 and give Ron a shuttle.

Let him feel: Why is the gun... better than a magic wand!

Bang bang bang bang!

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded. After the door was opened, it was the previous female medical practitioner.

"Mr. Stark, there is only the last bottle of the calming and brain-nourishing agent."

The witch apologized: "If you want to use it continuously..."

"I'll do the rest," William thought for a moment.

"That's great." The witch nodded.

"This is Miss Joggins' hospitalization fee, the therapist and expert consultation fee, a total of 5,000 Gallons."

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

"You go to the 12138th vault of Guling Pavilion to get money. I will say hello to the fairies." He said calmly.

"Okay." The female medic left quickly.

The magic world is as realistic as the Muggle world. If you don’t have money, you will definitely not be treated.

For injuries like the Unforgivable Curse, it is an expert consultation. If you use the best potion, the price will be even more expensive.

Ron's medical expenses were contracted by Hogwarts. Otherwise, how could he live here for a few months?

He can't afford the high medical expenses even if he sells it.

"Five thousand Jialong?" Ron was slightly shocked. He saved up for several years, and then secretly saved up a little Jialong.

All the money is in school, and he is preparing to buy some expensive gifts in the Quidditch World Cup.

When he left, the money should still be hidden under the bed. Ron was confident that no one noticed it.

"Who is sick?" he inquired curiously.

"A friend is injured." William said vaguely.

Ron sighed enviously:

"Five thousand Jialong...what friends, you two don't regard Jialong as money."

"Ron, this is not a matter of money." Hermione frowned and looked away from the bill.

She doesn't like wasting money. For example, if William wants to go bet on football, she objected... But Hermione is definitely not someone who is reluctant to spend money.

This is related to family education. Hermione’s father is a dentist and a middle-class family. He is not short of money at all.

"Yes, I heard that the Italian first-class magic medal alone will have 20,000 Gallons." Ron said sourly.
To be continued...