Chapter 1402

Ron felt that he couldn't afford such a big responsibility, but

"Damn it," Ron whispered to himself, looking at the figure of Tonks and others leaving. "This feeling of being trusted is so sweet that it's hard to refuse!"

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom just told us that the defense here will be temporarily assigned to you. We will report to you in time if we find anything..."

Suddenly, one of the Aurors who opened the door for them trotted to Ron from the door. While Ron was still in a daze, he heard the other party go on:

"By the way, Mr. Weasley... I heard that you are Mr. McLean's good friend. I don't know how he is? I was lucky to fight with him last time and was saved by him... Oh, although it's indirect, he certainly doesn't remember me. But I must say that he is my Savior!"

"Oh," Ron blinked and nodded, "of course, he's fine... And he should be here in a minute. If you want him to remember you, you can introduce yourself to him. I don't think he would mind having one or two more friends."

"Oh, forget it! Although I've heard that Mr. McLean is a very kind person, there seems to be no need for him to remember such a person as me, let alone be a friend."

The Auror quickly waved his hand, and then pointed to the back stairway:

"Let's get down to business - in addition to the people you see downstairs, there are several teammates upstairs who are constantly monitoring the situation outside. Therefore, if those black wizards appear again, they should find out first. However, it's a shame that our defense here used to rely mainly on Mr. longbarton. Now he's not here. I think we can rely on the strength of our team alone The amount must not be able to resist those villains. "

At this point, he looked at Ron with some expectation:

"So -"

Although the other party didn't finish, Ron understood his meaning as soon as he heard it... Neville left, and the lost combat power naturally needs him to make up for it!

However, what should he do?

"I see."

Ron looked left and right, sighed darkly that Neville had given him a big problem, and tried his best to think.

"First of all, I have to explain - I'm not good at actual combat, and I can only protect myself at most. It must be impossible for me to resist half of the black wizards on my own like Neville."

"Ah, of course, everyone is good at and not good at," the Auror immediately nodded with an understanding look, "but I believe that Mr. Weasley must have a certain aspect that is beyond our reach. Just say how you want us to cooperate!"

"Well... Let me see."

"Of course, no problem!"

Looking at Ron's slightly subtle expression, the other party didn't doubt him, even nodded.

"Several of those guys were injured last time, and they shouldn't appear for a while. Please take your time. I won't disturb your thinking first - if you need anything, just call me again!"

"OK, OK."

Ron stiffened his face and watched the other party return to the door. Seeing that the other party still turned around and nodded to himself, he could only squeeze out a rather reluctant smile.

When the other party looked away, the smile on his face immediately disappeared.

"What should I do?"

Ron knows something about Neville's strength. When he was in the ward of St. Mungo, everyone asked him and analyzed him carefully together.

But because of this, he understood how powerful Neville's patron saint curse was.

Generally speaking, ordinary patron saint spells can only be used to resist the attack of Dementors. Even if the entity patron saint is successfully summoned, the most effective is still in the face of Dementors.

Only when the caster really mastered the essence of the spell and raised his "courage" or "Guardian will" to a certain extent can he further touch a qualitative change.

Ron naturally will have the patron saint curse, and he also has his own patron saint. Even at that time, because of Maka's "private special training", he mastered the spell earlier than Neville.

Unfortunately, he was very reluctant to summon the patron saint at the beginning, and he didn't make any progress after that. But just an ordinary patron saint, how can he fight against those obviously extraordinary black Wizards?

Thinking of this, Ron put aside his increasingly upset mind and reached for a small pocket hanging on the inside of his robe.

This is a magic pocket that he made with great effort. Because he can't stack traceless stretching spells like Hermione, the space in it is only twice the size of its appearance.

Of course, he is not Hermione and Marca. He doesn't have so many books to put. It only contains some scattered small things.

As soon as he reached inside, he took out several magic medicine bottles one after another and lined them up on the chanting table used by the priest in the nearby church.

These are all made by Maca. There are fierce fire bottles that are highly effective in fighting drugs. There are also fresh white flavor mentioned by Neville just now, as well as commonly used magic drugs such as antidotes, refreshment and so on. As Neville said, each of their little partners has a share.

"If there is a battle, self-protection may not be enough."

Ron looked at the bottles, scratched his head, and then sighed.

"Marca, you'd better come earlier!"

Although he has just told the Auror that he is not good at actual combat. But in fact, what he is not good at is more than actual combat.

If those powerful black wizards who listened to Neville's words came first before Maka came, should he honestly choose to escape by himself?

When Ron stared at the potions and couldn't help thinking, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Weasley, is that fresh white flavor? Can I borrow it for him?"

It was the therapist devont who spoke, and Ron reacted immediately.

"Ah, of course, here --" he hurriedly picked up one of the magic medicine bottles the size of two fingers, turned and handed it over, "don't say whether you can borrow it or not, you only work, it's important to save people!"

"Thank you!"

"No, no, you're welcome. This is what Maka gave me."

As soon as he mentioned Maka, he couldn't help muttering why Maka hadn't come yet... But it's obvious that reality is often diametrically opposite to people's wishes.