Chapter 319: The eyes of ignorance

Chapter 319: The eyes of ignorance

Ron really didn't have to be squirming, and he even had to consider Hermione's emotions as well as Jon's when he said those words. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

No matter how poor the Weasleys once were, they were still a complete family.

Whereas both Hermione and Jon are now basically no different from orphans.

Ron led them around the yard and around the Burrow before re-entering the house and taking the two into his room.

"We've only moved here a short time ago, in fact, it's only my second time being in this room of my own, I was at school when we moved and Bill helped pack everything, he's a lot more meticulous than George and Fred, he has never missed any of my things and knows to protect my privacy and not rummage around."

You could tell that his room was indeed quite simple, apart from the Quidditch team posters on the wall, an old flying broom, and models of the Quaffle, Bludgers and a Golden Snitch were all the decorations there.

"This is how my room looked when I was in Britain before though, and Bill has managed to replicate it here, so how's it? Not too bad?"

Ron shrugged at them.

Jon walked around the room and commented.

"Not as messy as I thought it would be, it does feel like a nice place."

"Hey, are you undermining me? I told you Bill was the one who helped me move in here, Mum would scold me if I messed it up by now already."

Hermione looked intrigued by the books on the shelves in Ron's room, pulling one out and leafing through it, then said afterwards.

"I saw the ghost that came for Nick when we were at school."

Her words clearly caught the attention of both Jon and Ron.

"You know her?"

"I saw her in the book, and according to the picture in it, I shouldn't be mistaken."

Hermione flipped through the book in her hands, which was titled 'The Legend of the Ghost', then paused to reach one of the pages and spread it out to the two boys.

"See? It's the very same lady."

The page in question featured the Hogwarts Castle's Ravenclaw resident ghost - Grey Lady.

"What's wrong?"

"I have a question too, why have you started talking a little weird since a month or so ago?"

Hearing Hermione's question, Ron reacted as if it only occurred to him at this time, he walked over to Jon with a strange look on his face and cupped his chin in thought.

"I realized it too when Hermione said that, Jon does have a bit of a strange accent now, it's like having toffee stuck to his teeth."

Jon looked at them helplessly, in fact, he didn't really aim to hide it from them on purpose.

He opened his mouth to reveal the leaf of mandrake that he always held inside, and then explained.

"I'm preparing to learn an unusual form of magic, one of the requirements for learning it is to hold this leaf in your mouth all the time first."

Ron gazed blankly with ignorant eyes.

"What magic requires you to keep the leaf in your mouth?"

"A magic that requires you to drink your own saliva!" Jon said with a disgusted look on his face.

Ron's face was full of indifference.

"It's not like we don't drink our own spit every day, it's no big deal."

"Let you spit your saliva into a little vial and bury it in the ground for six months or even a year before you have to drink it, and you still think it's not a big deal?"

Following Jon's words, Ron thought about that scenario for a moment and instantly had a look of disgust, shaking his head over and over like a rattle.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked at Jon and blinked her own eyes.

It was not a pair of ignorant eyes.

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