Chapter 905 Let Me Prove It to You!

"Harry, please, watch my parents raise you for the sake of it." Dudley Dursley looked at Harry with red eyes, and his attitude was so humble that he almost knelt before Harry.

He could have gone to ask Draco, but unfortunately Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe were called back to emergency training by Mr. Malfoy, and they would not be seen until the next level started.

Mr. Malfoy also specifically explained that there were other Death Eaters in his manor, and those people would not necessarily like Dudley, a child from a Muggle family, and asked him to continue studying with Anton.

It seems to be good intentions, but it is also excluded from the core.

So in the short moment before the start of the level, it is still unknown whether Draco will agree to let Draco take his father with him.

This may be the only thing he does for his parents.

Their family owed too much to Mr. Anthony Weasley, and there was no way for him to ask Anton to prepare the ritual magic of turning into wizards for his parents alone.

Just the thought that this might be his only chance to do something for his father, who was trapped in the complicated forces of the wizarding world, and for his mother, who had longed to become a witch all her life. If he let this opportunity slip away from his hands, he would definitely blame himself to death.

Dudley couldn't gamble on such a thing, he could only place his hopes on Harry now.

Harry opened his mouth and looked at Dudley with a complicated expression. He really couldn't imagine that when he participated in a dangerous event, he would take Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon with him, and desperately protect them.

"I……"

Memories of the past were rolling in his mind, and Harry opened his mouth with some difficulty, wanting to refuse, yes, that would make him happy, especially happy.

deserve it!

Yes, you deserve it!

Let you treat me like that!

Can……

But the kind little Harry hesitated, somehow he remembered what Anton had said to him in New York...

——Petunia knew about Voldemort's existence. Do you know how difficult it is for them to raise Voldemort's enemies?

—When your mother's blood magic fails, do you think Voldemort will kill the family?

——The Order of the Phoenix seems to say that Muggles should be respected, ha, they will not protect the Dursleys who raised you, they will even think that the death of this annoying couple is what they deserve, right, this family This is how you are treated, and everyone knows it.

—Look, I'm not asking you to forgive the Dursleys, you do have reasons to hate them, I'm just giving you a reason to love. The choice is yours.

Topics such as the grace of nurturing were originally difficult for the simple-minded Harry to understand, but he had experienced too much in New York, and he always had the opportunity to see some people who went crazy under the threat of nuclear explosions, and guarded adults for kids...

"I……"

Harry opened his mouth and told himself, okay, if I help you, it will be regarded as paying off the debt, and we will have nothing to do with each other in the future, right, that's fine.

However, he couldn't say anything.

He felt heavy in his heart, his lungs were as uncomfortable as if they were stuffed with slugs, and he was so suffocated that it made people dizzy, which made him turn his head to look at Ron beside him, hoping to gain some strength from his friends.

Ron pursed his lips and looked at him, hesitantly, "Or Harry, you promise him!"

"don't want!"

At this time, there was a rush of screams, and everyone looked up, and it was Hermione who ran over like crazy.

She almost fell to the ground in a panic, staggered, and rushed over regardless.

"Harry, Harry..."

Panting for breath, Hermione grabbed Harry's arm nervously, as if she was afraid that Harry would run away, "Help me, take my dad to the competition, okay, you know , I have always wanted to turn them into wizards, this is my dream!"

"Harry, you'll help me, won't you?"

"I..." Harry opened his mouth with some difficulty, he really didn't know how to face such a scene, his head was dizzy as if it was full of paste, he almost knelt down and cried when he saw it Dudley looked again at Hermione, who was holding onto him tightly. It was so hard, it was painful.

At this moment, Ron stood up and looked at them firmly.

"Harry, help Dudley."

"What are you talking about!" Hermione screamed, staring at Ron with wide eyes in disbelief. The gaze was so strange that Ron seemed to think he was Hermione's father-killing enemy.

Harry also stared at Ron blankly, with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't imagine that Ron would choose to side with Dudley between Dudley and Hermione.

"Hermione, I'll share a spot for you. Remember, I'm also a warrior." Ron looked at Hermione sincerely, carefully considering his words, his eyes were firmer than ever before.

"Ha, yes, Ron is also a warrior!" Harry unconsciously exclaimed in relief as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "So it's settled like this?"

"Solve it?" Hermione yelled, shook Harry's hand vigorously, and yelled angrily, "Okay, okay, you won't help me, will you, I'll find someone else to help!"

As she said that, she ran away angrily.

"Hermione!" Harry called out hastily, looking at all this in a daze, he didn't know how it became like this, this...

Just as he was about to go after Hermione, Dudley hugged him hard, "Whoa...Harry...Harry...you're so kind...I shouldn't have done that to you before... Woooooo...it's all my fault...everything is my fault..."

With snot and tears, Harry, whose mind was flooded with past memories, also turned red with his eyes.

...

"Hermione! Hermione!!! Hermione!!!"

Ron hurriedly chased after them. When the two of them ran all the way to the gate of the animal pen, he rushed up at a high speed and stopped Hermione with his arms outstretched.

Hermione dodged left and right without breaking through, so she couldn't help but stop, "You all betrayed me, and you still say you are my friend! You clearly know how important this matter is to me!"

She drew out her wand angrily, pointed at Ron coldly, "I warn you, get out of the way, or I'll be rude!"

Ron just blocked the door with his arms wide open, and shook his head, "Hermione, I told you, I'm also a warrior, and I can help share a spot!"

"Ha~" Hermione sneered, looked Ron up and down, her eyes were full of contempt, "Do you know how dangerous the game is? Just look at the first level and you will know! You can protect yourself well in the second level." Not bad, you still want to protect my family and go all the way to defeat monsters to get the potion?"

The words were full of contempt, but there was inexplicably a little bit of concern, and Ron could sense this in his sensitive heart.

He pursed his lips and said with a serious expression, "Yes, I will protect your family, I will defeat monsters, and I will get the potion!"

"Hahaha……"

Hermione laughed out of breath, with anger in her eyes, "So, Ron Weasley! You're going to be a hero, and then you're going to persuade Harry not to help me, but to help the one he hates Dudley, are you going to take matters into your own hands?"

"What a ridiculous excuse! I've had enough!"

As she spoke, she pushed Ron away vigorously, wiped her tears and walked away from the side, further and further away.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled, "They're Harry's family!"

"..."

"..."

Hermione stopped in her tracks, turned around slowly, and tightly clenched the wand in her hand, "What did you say!"

"They are Harry's relatives!" Ron put down his outstretched hands weakly, "Hermione, your parents value you so much, of course you don't feel that for some people, relatives are even just Existence is already important to oneself."

He pursed his lips, apparently not wanting to bring up the topic of his own family. As a sensitive child, growing up in a neglected family didn't feel that good.

Really, not at all.

Although he knows that his father loves him and his mother loves him, but the final situation is like that.

"They are Harry's relatives," he said again, "Harry's only blood relatives in the world."

"Perhaps, this will be the best chance for him to reconcile with these relatives."

Ron looked at Hermione with a serious expression, "Harry has always been lonely. His parents died since he was a child, and the aunt and uncle who raised him are not simply annoying to describe everything. I just hope, ha Lee should have more possibilities."

"In the future, I won't regret not being able to help out this time."

Hermione moved her mouth, and finally sneered, "The Dursleys are so bad, who wants to become relatives with them, Harry had better stay away from them!"

"Maybe." Ron grinned reluctantly and spread his hands, "But sometimes even a family that is not so warm is already so beautiful to some people that they dare not do more. Extravagant."

Hermione fell silent, she had a clever mind, she could learn one, two, three, four wisdom from any magic book, but it was difficult to deal with such a problem.

The Dursleys...

Does it really matter to Harry?

She doesn't know, it's too complicated.

"Trust me just once, okay?" Ron looked at Hermione sincerely. "Harry is my friend, and I want to help him. You are also my friend, and I want to help you..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Hermione interrupted him coldly, "It's up to you?"

It's really not that Hermione deliberately belittled Ron. If he doesn't have that strength, he doesn't have that strength. How can this person who has to copy even the simplest homework get her approval.

Just think what they're going to face next!

I can still vividly remember the horror of the chicken-tailed snake that Anton brought directly to the cabin!

It's a terrible thing to be looked down upon by friends, but Ron was not depressed, just looked at Hermione with a smile, "Yes, it's up to me. Let me prove it to you, Hermione, I'm different, Anton taught me a lot!"

As he said that, seeing Hermione start to waver, he couldn't help but take a step forward, and opened his hands, "I'll prove it!"

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

Ron, come on, you can do it!

He cheered himself up like this.

Following the traces of time, I came all the way to childhood, hugging that beloved doll, and happily grooming its hair.

It was rare that he got a brand new gift, yes, brand new, a rag doll that was completely his own.

However, at this moment, the cute fluffy fur of the doll began to become hard and curved, looking like hard black barbs.

The grinning face of the rag doll changed rapidly, and turned into a hideous grimace with a spider's back covered in fluff...

Ron's breathing began to become rapid, and his face became paler and paler.

"Ron! Ron!"

He heard Hermione's anxious call, but turned a deaf ear to it, and just carefully recalled all the details of the spider, every detail that had become his lifelong fear.

He began to feel countless fluffy and barbed spider legs crawling on his body, crawling in from his trouser legs, crawling in from his collar, crawling in from his nostrils...

Phobia devoured him bit by bit, as if a hand covered with fluffy barbs ruthlessly grabbed his heart, his lungs, and his small body... …

"Ron!" Hermione screamed.

suddenly!

A gray-black mask slowly unfolded from Ron's body, stretching out little by little, getting bigger little by little, and covering him little by little.

Ron slowly opened his eyes, his face became extremely pale, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He felt his mouth was sweet, and then a tingling pain passed from his lips, which was the wound he had accidentally bitten through enduring fear just now.

buzz buzz~~

The mask became bigger and bigger again, covering both him and Hermione.

At this time, Ron's face had lost any color. He raised his head slightly, stretched his arms, and smiled at Hermione staggeringly, "Look, it's amazing, you can cast spells without a stick!"

"I can do it, trust me!"

After finishing speaking, the mask flickered for a while, and exploded into light spots with a bang.

Ron also fell down.

"Ron!" Hermione rushed over screaming, hugged Ron, and yelled angrily, "You're playing a hero! You...you...you wake up, Ron!"

She looked out of the gate of the animal pen in a panic. Across the huge black lake, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in clouds and mist, looming.

So she turned her head to look at the hut woven with elephant vines under the hillside, and quickly helped Ron to walk there.

"You just like to be a hero..."

"Obviously Harry can pass the test, I know, I can make my dad become a wizard with him so easily..."

"Ron, you bastard!"

Hermione cursed and babbled angrily, but there was no anger in her eyes.