Chapter 95： Streaked death (2/2)

”You know that I don't mean this...” Hermione's voice lowered again, and tears swirled in her eyes.

”Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!” Ron didn't mean to bypass Hermione at all. He continued to shout. ”You always think of me as a fool or an idiot who doesn't understand anything. I protected you in front of Malfoy, obviously I helped you to sneak in the classroom, it was me...”

The more Ron said, the faster he saw Hermione's fear and sadness. The heart felt painful, but it was very pleasant and there was a kind of pleasure after revenge.

Then, he remembered the dream he had been doing recently, and Hermione, who had always appeared in her dreams.

I don't know why, he suddenly felt his nose sour and forced to stop crying.

”Well, Ron?!” Seeing that something was wrong, Fred hurried over and said cheerfully, ”Don't you always say how stupid it is?! And, it hasn't had a spirit for a long time. It's being consumed a little bit. It's better to die faster than it is, it probably doesn't even think...”

”Yes, the streaks are just eating and sleeping all day long, sleeping and eating, Ron, this is what you said.” George said.

”On one occasion, it also bite Gore for us!” Ron said miserably.

”That was its most brilliant moment.” Fred couldn't help but smile. ”Let the cockroaches on Gore's fingers remain as a permanent memory of it. Oh, okay, Ron, and Hermione.” Reconciliation, buy another mouse, and lament what is the use?”

”But...” Ron lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

”In fact, I think Hermione's idea is right, the streaks may not die, it just hides somewhere.” Ai Wen suddenly interjected.

It is impossible for the little dwarf Peter to die like this, and it is even more impossible to be killed by Crook Mountain.

He was just afraid of Sirius Black and wanted to run away again with a suspended animation.

By tracking the help of the pharmacy, Ai Wen could feel the streaks hiding in the right corner of the common room, watching the good movie in front of him.

He was ready to pick him up in the past. Just two steps away, Ron stopped him. His words seemed to rekindle Ron.

”Do you think the streaks are not dead?!” Ron looked at Evan in anger, panting, as if he was ready to rush. ”I know you will stand on the side of Hermione, it's your fault, if not You suggest that Hermione buys Crookshank and the streaks won't die!”

”What?!” Ai Wen said differently, all day today, he felt that Ron seemed to be wrong.

”Yes, it's your fault, you are killing the streaks!” Ron clenched his fists, his eyes full of tears and red eyes. ”It was the same at the Quidditch Stadium, if it wasn't your ridiculous guardian.” The curse, Gryffindor will not lose.”

Ai Wenzhen is in place, he does not know how Ron came to this conclusion.

Ron’s head must be mad, it’s too ridiculous. The reason why Gryffindor lost the game is actually because of his patron saint? !

”Ron, it is the guardian of Avon who saved everyone!” Colin whispered as he stood by.

”Of course you think so, you are just a ridiculous follow-up to this guy.” Ron shouted at Colin and quickly turned to look at Ai Wen, as if he was hypnotizing himself, his mouth was vaguely whispering. ”Tom Liddell said that it is true that you killed the streak. It is your Gryffindor who lost the game. You took Hermione. She should have belonged to me..... .”

There was no sound in the common room. The younger students were afraid to shrink backwards. Everyone looked at Ron silently. No one could hear what he was saying.

Ai Wen took another step forward. He wanted to find out the streaks. Maybe seeing it would make Ron calmer.

He just moved, and he saw Ron standing opposite and suddenly rushed toward himself.