Chapter 874

For a long time, Ron rarely came to the library on his own initiative. Perhaps it was this discovery that Troyer often stayed in the library to minimize the possibility of accidentally bumping into Ron.

However, just because he seldom comes doesn't mean he won't come in his life. As long as they both go to school in Hogwarts, they will meet sooner or later.

No, Troyer had just passed by the aisle of the bookshelf. He was seen by Ron before he even found Ron.

"Wait -"

Before he knew what had happened, Troyer suddenly felt his wrist tighten, and then he was grabbed. After a brief shock, he quickly stepped aside and broke the palm on his right wrist with his left hand. He looked very flustered.

"No... let go... Of me."

Troyer is too thin and small. He has no strength since childhood. How can he break free. What's more, Ron didn't mean to let go since he subconsciously grabbed him.

"Troyes? Troyes... It's me, Ron Weasley!"

Ron himself doesn't know what kind of mood he is now. To be exact, his head is a mess.

What to consider from the other party's position, what to think for others, and what the importance of reason - at this time, he has no room to think.

After all, the situation he is facing now can not be solved with rational intelligence!

"Troyer, calm down... Listen to me!" Ron grabbed the slender arm firmly and tried to calm himself. "You see, I think we need to talk, don't you think?"

"No, please let me go..."

Troyer seemed to struggle less, but he still didn't stop pulling back his arm.

"I know... It's you, Mr. Weasley..."

Maybe it's because he seldom communicates with people since he was a child. His voice is very small, and his words are quite scattered and intermittent.

But you know, this is the result of his great efforts. If Ron wasn't the one holding his wrist at the moment, only his family could let him speak.

"... but I'm sorry... We'd better not... Stop talking."

Looking at the timid look that he tried to hide his face back, coupled with his female wizard robe with skirt, Ron's sense of discomfort became stronger and stronger.

But even so, Ron knew he had to seize the opportunity.

In fact, he alone reached out on impulse. If he did this again, even if he still had a chance to seize this thin arm, he might not be able to convince his tangled heart.

"You have to tell me... Why?"

Ron breathed repeatedly, his mouth and nose full of air with the smell of ink and parchment, as if the smell could make him press down the embarrassment as slightly as possible.

"I already know everything about you... Yes, I know everything. Thank you for liking my" Wizard chess guide "... So why can't we sit down and talk about it? We have to... Uh, clarify something."

When Ron mentioned the wizard chess, Troyer's attempt to break his palm finally stopped. But he saw his thin lips gently pursed, then hung down his left hand and stood there motionless.

Only his face is still turned to the other side, and he doesn't dare to turn his head to take a look at it.

Yes, at present, the distance between the two is only one arm away. It's really too close for Troyer!

At the same time, Ron on the other side didn't know where to start after seeing him silent.

After about ten seconds, Troyer's mouth suddenly moved slightly.

"... can you please... Let me go? I won't run..."

"Oh!"

After such a reminder, Ron woke up and took back his hand still holding each other's wrist.

"Er... Sorry! Let's... Why don't we go and sit over there for a while?"

Ron said, pointing to the small reading table deeper in the library. The light there is not good, and there is no room for too many people, so there are generally not many students who go there to read and do their homework.

Of course, sometimes when you need to read some high-level magic books, you have to go there and read them alone. Because in the Hogwarts library, there are many books or magic notes that are easy to affect others.

When Ron led the way, he looked back from time to time to make sure Troyer slipped away again.

Fortunately, it seems that the other party has no idea of fleeing this time - Oh, at least not yet.

"Please sit down!"

Ron helped Troyer pull out a chair before he went across the table and sat down.

When Troyer moved to the armchair, he continued:

"You heard it just now - yes, I've heard a lot about you. To be honest, I don't have your experience, so it may be difficult to understand your thoughts... But..."

When he wanted to say something, Ron was gradually troubled by his vocabulary, so that he couldn't express his meaning well.

However, at the moment when he was short of words and could not continue, Troyer suddenly clenched his hand.

"Stop talking..." he said quietly, "I understand, I understand... I know this, this' state 'of me is unreasonable. I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley... You're right, forget all this! You should... Enjoy a better life, hold real girls... Not like me..."

At this point, Troyer suddenly turned his head and looked straight into Ron's face for the first time.

"I can feel your kindness. You're afraid to hurt me. But really... You don't have to force yourself to understand my thoughts. You just need to stand up and walk away... Live your own life."

Troyer pursed his dry lips again, and his eyes looked moist.

"Mr. Weasley, as long as you are happy and happy, I will... Be all right."

After these words, he seemed to realize what he was talking about, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands.

Ron was stunned to listen to Troyer's heartfelt words, and suddenly felt a deeper sense of guilt in his heart. He opened his mouth several times in a row, but he still couldn't say a word.

Like such a "rejection" full of true feelings, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to be moved.

Seriously, just at that moment, Ron had only one word left in his mind - if he was really a girl, that would be great!

As he grew older, Ron became more and more aware that it was really difficult to find a girl who loved him wholeheartedly.

However, he is a man.

Taking a deep breath, Ron squeezed out a slightly stiff smile.

"No, this... How to say?" he hesitated. "This state is indeed 'unreasonable', but it can not be said that it is wrong... Someone once said that 'there are always contradictions in the world, so whatever exists can be reasonable'."

Of course, Maka is the one who said this. After all, he is completely an "unreasonable" existence.

Unexpectedly, when Troyer heard what he said, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"So --" he was surprised and delighted, and suddenly grabbed Ron's hand on the table. "Mr. Weasley, are you really willing to accept me? I'm... Not... Dreaming?"

"Oh, this..."

Ron was so grabbed by him that his upper body suddenly shrank back, but his hands didn't dare to move at all.

"No, no... Oh, I mean, I might... Or prefer... Girls?"

He didn't know why he ended up in an interrogative tone, but he knew that he should show his heart with such a relaxed statement that he couldn't relax any more.

It's great to say it clearly, but worry about a feeling that accidentally stimulates the other party too much... Oh, no, it's terrible!

Ron began to feel that he couldn't go on like this, or he would become strange sooner or later.

"Cough -"

He gave a dry cough and carefully pulled his hands out of each other's hands. The real touch of skin friction makes the roots of two people's ears red at the same time.

"He's a man... He's a man..." Ron repeated it several times in his heart before forcing himself to erase the delicate feeling from his mind.

"I'm sorry," he waved away the residual temperature on the back of his hand through the gesture, "what I just said may have caused you a little misunderstanding... In fact, I want to say that you should be brave so that you can find a better... Er, 'boyfriend'."

"Don't think this is a bad attitude, be confident! I believe you have no problem!"

"But... Well, I really only like girls. So we can be friends - good friends. We can play wizard and chess together... But I'm sorry, I can't be your, um... Your boyfriend?"

Ron just felt that it took more effort to say the last word than to write a whole week's paper on the history of magic.

But fortunately, he said it after all.

However, Ron did not expect that when he saw a glimmer of the hope of the "liberation" from Troyer's face, a nightmare voice passed in his ear.

"You are... Oh! Are you finally going to be together!"

Ron turned his head slowly with a dull expression and winked at the man who walked behind him.

"Harry, why haven't you been stabbed to death by that broken sword?"