Chapter 25 Snape, Don't Be Anxious
Ron once again immersed himself in the role of "Malfoy" with his superb acting skills.
He recovered from his initial panic and regained his usual arrogant demeanor.
Seeing this, Snape secretly nodded, this was exactly Malfoy's usual style.
Such a performance undoubtedly made him more convinced that the identity of the person in front of him was unquestionable.
After all, in front of the Professor, such small wizards often found it difficult to hide their true thoughts.
Ron straightened his chest, raised his eyebrows, and said in an arrogant and confident tone:
"That's right, this Potion was made by my own hands. However, I prefer to call it a 'rejuvenation pill'."
When Snape heard the word "rejuvenation pill," a glimmer of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
He savored the word, uttering sounds of admiration.
He had read similar terms in ancient texts but had never truly understood their meaning.
Snape spoke indifferently, but his voice revealed an imperceptible hint of anticipation:
"rejuvenation pill, interesting, continue."
Seeing this, Ron maintained a smug expression on his face, showing no flaws whatsoever.
He continued:
"I named this rejuvenation pill 'rejuvenation pill,' which I invented by chance. This rejuvenation pill not only has the effect of healing injuries but also purifies toxins from the body."
As Snape listened to Ron's description, his heart grew more and more anxious.
He usually didn't pay much attention to the small tricks of small wizards, but today he was truly anxious.
Snape thought to himself: I also know the efficacy of this rejuvenation pill, but how did you make it? You have to tell me!
However, his expression remained indifferent, only his tone revealed a hint of urgency:
"And then? Do you think I don't know the efficacy of this rejuvenation pill? How will you prove that you really made it yourself?"
Ron chuckled to himself.
I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet.
He showed a calm smile on his face and slowly said:
"Regarding this matter, I'll just say a few words, you'll understand. All in all, this is the situation now. Perhaps you don't understand it very well, but the meaning is just that..."
He deliberately paused, observed Snape's reaction, and then continued:
"I just want to say that those who understand, understand. I won't explain much to those who don't, after all, it's good to know for yourself, you can savor it."
After speaking, Ron felt incredibly refreshed, and his whole body relaxed a lot.
So satisfying! So satisfying!
It turns out that even Professor Snape has times when he is at a loss.
Ron secretly rejoiced, his initial nervousness vanishing at this moment.
He had now completely grasped Snape's thoughts.
Because Potion making might be the only hobby in Snape's heart.
And Snape, the Potion Class Professor known for his coldness, had now completely transformed into an "Anxious King."
He listened to "Malfoy's" words, and his heart churned.
He thought to himself: Is this kid provoking me? He actually said I don't understand? I'll remember you, Malfoy! In fact... I really don't understand!
Although his face remained cold, Snape's distorted expression had already betrayed his inner urgency.
He said impatiently:
"Do you mean I don't understand? How could I not understand how to make this kind of thing! Now it's you who needs to prove to me that you made it."
Ron looked at Snape's anxious appearance and secretly felt smug.
So, Professor Snape, you also have times when you are anxious!
Ron thought: Even if you are furious now, what can you do? Your anger is directed at Malfoy.
And I, Ron Weasley, am just an innocent bystander, completely unrelated to your current anger.
Ron slowly said:
"My proving that this rejuvenation pill was made by me does not equate to my needing to tell you the method of making the rejuvenation pill."
Sure enough, with a formula, solving problems is fast!
At this moment, Snape's expression was completely distorted, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He spat out words furiously: "Now! I order you to tell me the method of making this rejuvenation pill! Immediately! Right now!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Snape realized he had lost his composure, but since things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet and continue.
Ron looked at Snape's anxious and flustered appearance, feeling even more delighted.
He secretly rejoiced: Haha, I see you're really anxious!
However, it was almost enough, and his anger had been vented.
If this continued, Snape might really go crazy!
A mischievous thought popped into Ron's mind:
What would Professor Snape think if he later discovered that Malfoy of Slytherin, who taught him Potion, was actually a Gryffindor student whom he disliked the most? He would probably be furious!
Ron imagined that scene, and another wave of secret joy surged in his heart.
He slowly spoke, his eyes gleaming:
"The key to making rejuvenation pills lies in controlling the heat and mastering magic, both are indispensable. Secondly, relatively important is the mastery of medicinal properties..."
As Ron spoke eloquently, the fog in Snape's mind was slowly dispelled.
He listened intently, nodding in agreement from time to time, muttering to himself: "So that's how it is... I knew why..."
What Snape didn't know was that Ron only revealed the tip of the iceberg of the knowledge he possessed.
And the truly core secrets, Ron cleverly kept hidden deep in his heart.
Once these core pieces of knowledge were leaked, he might fall into an even greater crisis.
To what extent Snape could grasp this knowledge, Ron was also full of curiosity.
Snape was a complex person; his attitude towards students might be strict, even intimidating.
But it was undeniable that he was definitely a brave man.
If he could master this knowledge just right, then for Ron himself, it would also be a kind of help.
And for now, the small portion of alchemy knowledge Ron shared was already enough to make Snapefeel satisfied.
He listened attentively to Ron's explanation, every word and sentence seemed to stir ripples in his heart.
He felt that his previous understanding of Potion had been completely subverted, and the wisdom and talent displayed by "Malfoy" made him admire him.
After listening to Ron's lecture, Snape resumed his usual cold expression, and he said with feigned seriousness:
"Hmm... your knowledge is very good! You are indeed my Slytherin student, don't tell anyone else about this knowledge."
Although his tone was flat, a faint, imperceptible hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
Ron keenly noticed that Snape's last sentence had revealed his true thoughts.
But he still pretended to be a well-behaved student and replied: "Understood, Professor, if there's nothing else, I'll leave."
With that, he turned and slowly walked out of the classroom.
The moment he walked out of the classroom, Ron remembered that the real Malfoy was still in the washroom, and he decided to quickly go and check on the situation.
Looking at "Malfoy's" departing back, Snape nodded approvingly, thinking to himself: "This child is quite good, but it's a pity about his family..."
At the same time, he also felt a little strange; he was a bit unlike Malfoy.
However, this thought only flashed through his mind and was quickly dismissed.
At this moment, Snape's heart was filled with curiosity and longing for alchemy, and he couldn't wait to return to his office to delve into the study of "alchemy."
He looked around, confirmed that no students were nearby, and then jogged back to his office.
As soon as he entered the office, Snape immediately immersed himself in the world of alchemy.
He flipped through various Potion books, trying to find knowledge points that matched what Ron had described.
A never-before-seen look of concentration and excitement appeared on his face, as if he had forgotten everything around him...
Chapter 26 Your name is Malfoy
Stepping out of the Potion Class, Ron felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and his heart instantly felt much lighter.
Under Professor Snape's gloomy and sharp gaze, he appeared confident and composed on the surface.
But in reality, he was secretly speculating about Snape's true thoughts and attitude.
It was like a silent psychological game, keeping him constantly alert.
Ron knew the original story inside out; he knew that Snape's personality was complex and unpredictable, far from as simple as it seemed on the surface.
However, in this matter, Ron had successfully withdrawn completely, and the entire incident had nothing more to do with him.
As for selling pills at Hogwarts, that matter still needed to be considered carefully!
Ron couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Sigh!"
Recalling the scene in the Potion Class just now, Ron still felt a lingering fear.
If it had really been Professor Quirrell, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"I really am too weak!" Ron shook his head helplessly.
Thinking of Malfoy still in the washroom, Ron felt a bit amused, and the pressure from earlier also disappeared.
"I wonder how that kid Malfoy is doing now. He hasn't just kicked the bucket, has he?"
Ron hummed a tune as he walked towards the washroom.
But the stairs were too complicated; he didn't know how long it would take.
If he arrived late and Malfoy had really died, that would be terrible.
He injected spiritual power into his legs and ran upstairs.
In an instant.
Ron's figure suddenly became erratic on the stairs of Hogwarts, like a Swimming Dragon Body Technique!
One step covered tens of meters in a flash!
"Am I seeing things? What the hell is that!" A small Wizard rubbed his eyes, looking at the figure in disbelief.
"I remember brooms aren't allowed in the Castle!" another small Wizard said in confusion.
"Oh my goodness, that green shadow is like a bolt of lightning!" someone exclaimed.
"I remember the Professor didn't teach us that move!" someone else added.
It was around seven o'clock, and some small wizards who had just eaten were chatting in twos and threes as they walked to their dormitories.
They stared blankly at the figure covering tens of meters in a single step, their hearts filled with shock and curiosity.
Don't Wizards not need to practice physical techniques?
How could he run so fast?
Is this reasonable?
After the initial shock, a small Wizard quickly said to the person next to him, "Secretary, find me this person's information within five minutes!"
The person beside him was also helpless, because the figure ran too fast, and they had no idea who he was.
Such a surprising scene quickly spread among the small wizards, and they all discussed it heatedly.
After the rumor of "Ron turning Malfoy into a needle," now there was a rumor of the "Speedy Ghost Shadow."
"Your comprehension is heaven-defying; by running with spiritual power, you have comprehended the Swimming Dragon Body Technique."
"Swimming Dragon Body Technique: A light footwork technique that increases speed, with subtle and elusive steps."
As Ron comprehended the Swimming Dragon Body Technique, his movement speed instantly became even swifter, and he transformed into a green light, appearing at the next location with each breath.
At this moment, the intricate magic stairs of Hogwarts were rendered meaningless before Ron.
His movements were light and agile, and he instantly arrived at the washroom, which, fortunately, was empty at the moment.
Ron restored himself to his original appearance, stroked his chin with satisfaction in the mirror, and muttered to himself, "I'm still handsome."
He pushed open the last door of the washroom and saw Malfoy still lying unconscious on the cold floor.
Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook Malfoy's shoulder, shouting, "Holy crap, buddy, you didn't really just kick the bucket, did you!"
At the same time, Ron couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy for Malfoy.
From the perspective of a subordinate, his boss had been missing for so long, and yet no one had come looking for him; this treatment was simply too pathetic.
"What? Who's saying I'm dead?"
Under Ron's rough shaking, Malfoy finally woke up from his groggy state. He rubbed his eyes, his voice tinged with confusion and fear.
"Goyle? Crabbe? Are you two guys here?"
He looked around, trying to find his two loyal lackeys, but only the empty washroom responded to him.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Ron, and seeing Ron's smiling face, his heart tightened, and he instinctively took a step back, asking nervously,
"Holy crap, why is it you??"
Ron's smile grew wider. He didn't speak, just stared at Malfoy with a grin.
Malfoy felt a chill down his spine from being stared at, and he unconsciously took another step back, muttering to himself,
Who understands, my people! Someone staring at me like this right after I wake up.
He suddenly realized, remembering that Ron had said he would show him something good, and then punched his nose, breaking it.
He touched his nose; it was still a bit soft, and the pain was vaguely discernible.
"Hey! Don't come any closer!" Malfoy shrieked in terror, his voice echoing in the empty washroom.
Ron looked at Malfoy's panic-stricken appearance and burst out laughing, "Even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come, hehehe!"
Ron had used "Silent" beforehand, so no matter how loud the sound, no one would hear it clearly.
Malfoy usually carried himself with an arrogant and haughty demeanor, but at this moment, he appeared so disheveled.
Ron couldn't help but find it amusing, thinking, 'They say the arrogant Malfoy is hard to talk to, but I feel like he's quite easy to talk to now.'
Malfoy struggled to regain his composure, gritting his teeth and saying,
"Throat raw? No, I'm going to call my father!"
Ron sneered, saying indifferently,
"Even if your father comes, he'll leave horizontally."
Ron thought of Draco Malfoy's father—Lucius Malfoy.
This one is even more important!
When he encounters him in the future, he will definitely have to interrogate him properly.
Malfoy's heart sank upon hearing Ron's words, as if doused with cold water.
He realized that he seemed to have no advantage whatsoever against the young man.
Malfoy pleaded, almost in tears, "I'm sorry, isn't that enough? I'll stay away from you from now on."
However, deep down, he secretly vowed: Humph! Let you be arrogant for a while; when you see my father, you won't even know if you can laugh!
Ron looked at Malfoy's appearance, feeling a bit of sympathy.
He said with pity, "You don't know you're wrong; you're just afraid to die."
Malfoy was speechless by Ron's words. He was silent for a moment, his anger and unwillingness burning like a lit flame in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it.
He finally lowered his proud head and said nothing more, just stared fiercely at Ron with his gloomy eyes.
Ron helplessly patted his forehead. He knew in his heart that he couldn't really be harsh on Malfoy.
After all, this kid just needed some discipline.
He pulled out the bottle of rejuvenation pill, which still had two pills left, from his pocket, took out one, and said coldly to Malfoy,
"Hey, eat it!"
Malfoy's face instantly turned ashen when he saw the pill in Ron's hand.
He felt as if the wings of death were silently unfolding in the shadows, and the fear in his heart violently battered his reason like a raging storm.
"Please, I really don't want to die!"
Malfoy's voice was trembling and pleading; he had completely lost his usual arrogance at this moment.
Ron mused to himself: This kid can't really think I'm going to harm him, can he? If so, why not take this opportunity to scare him thoroughly and let him taste fear.
So, Ron deliberately put on a stern face, feigning a cold and ruthless demeanor, preparing to give Malfoy an unforgettable lesson.
Chapter 27 Meeting the Weasley Twins
Malfoy looked at the green pill Ron handed him, an indescribable fear welling up in his heart.
He stared wide-eyed at the pill, as if seeing the end of his life.
He thought, 'You're right, I really don't want to die. I still have so many things undone, so many dreams unfulfilled, how can I just die like this?'
So, Malfoy clasped his hands together, continuously pleading with Ron:
"Please, let me go! I truly know I was wrong, I won't dare to provoke you again."
Ron's expression remained unchanged; he looked coldly at Malfoy.
Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and asked something that baffled Malfoy:
"Do you think other Wizards have the chance to beg for mercy like you just did?"
Malfoy completely failed to understand Ron's words, his heart filled with doubt and confusion.
He didn't know what Ron was trying to say, nor how he should respond.
Seeing Malfoy's confusion, Ron sighed softly, thinking to himself:
Perhaps a version of you from another dimension could understand this and empathize.
Ron knew that Malfoy, in the later parts of the original story, became a Death Eater, but he didn't deliver a fatal blow when facing a weakened Dumbledore.
This action, though trivial, showed Malfoy's deep-seated kindness and courage.
It was precisely because of this action that Ron decided to give Malfoy a chance.
Without waiting for Malfoy to answer, Ron roughly shoved the pill into his mouth.
Malfoy choked, wanting to spit it out, but the pill had already gone down his throat.
A strong fear surged through Malfoy, as if he felt death approaching.
In that instant, many past scenes flashed through his mind—the students he had insulted, their pained faces, and their whimpers.
These images filled him with intense guilt and unease.
After a while, the imagined death did not arrive.
Malfoy was surprised to find that his broken nose seemed to have been repaired, and a cool sensation spread throughout his body.
Immediately after, the weakness in his limbs caused by fear vanished, replaced by a feeling of strength.
Malfoy's eyes widened, looking at Ron in disbelief.
He felt his body was completely renewed, better than ever before.
"What exactly is this..." Malfoy murmured, his heart full of questions.
He truly couldn't understand Ron's actions; why hadn't he let him die, but instead healed his injuries?
What did Ron want to do?
Ron looked at Malfoy's confused face and said blandly:
"I advise you to reflect carefully and behave yourself."
Ron paused, then reminded him, "There are some things you should seriously consider." His gaze was deep and sharp, as if scrutinizing Malfoy's soul.
With that, Ron turned and left, leaving behind a nonchalant figure.
Malfoy stared blankly in the direction Ron had left, a strange awe welling up in his heart.
Ron thought to himself: It's best not to be too explicit; one only truly grows through experience.
What he had done was already good enough, in good conscience.
As for the future, if Malfoy ever spoke wrongly again, Ron wouldn't just use his fists.
He would make Malfoy truly understand what consequences were.
Watching Ron's retreating back, a complex emotion surged within Malfoy.
He couldn't describe the feeling; just moments ago they were clashing, yet now he had healed his wounds.
He began to recall Ron's words to him, the deeper meanings of which he still couldn't quite grasp.
Malfoy sat quietly in the washroom for a while longer; when he realized Ron hadn't come in, he felt a wave of relief and sprang up happily.
Malfoy felt he was fine again.
He decided to find a suitable time to speak with his father about Ron.
He wanted to know his father's opinion on the matter, and perhaps get some advice.
"Where are those two, Goyle and Crabbe?" Malfoy muttered to himself as he left the washroom and headed towards the Slytherin dungeons.
...
On the other side, Ron was humming a cheerful tune, leisurely walking back to his dormitory.
However, the thought of selling pills made him a little less cheerful; for now, the pills couldn't be sold at Hogwarts.
Just by testing Snape's attitude, he knew that these pills were incredibly potent.
And what he had refined was only the most basic rejuvenation pill.
For now, he couldn't sell them, but there would be opportunities in the future.
For example, in Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley.
Knockturn Alley was a mixed bag, so he naturally couldn't be discovered if he went there.
Ron wasn't discouraged now, but the sudden loss of a large sum of income made his teeth ache.
Alright, Snape now owed him one million Galleons, and it was on the ledger.
Ron had to find a way to earn those Galleons from Snape.
Having been a Professor for so many years, Ron didn't believe he had no savings at all.
You learned my technique, you're definitely going to bleed a little!
As for later, if Snape were to ask Malfoy about the pill, it wouldn't matter if Malfoy couldn't answer.
Because this matter, from beginning to end, had nothing to do with him anymore.
So, where would he refine pills in the future?
Ron had already decided: once he became powerful enough, he would open a cave dwelling in the Forbidden Forest.
That would be his alchemy site; ordinary people couldn't go there, and his safety would be guaranteed.
Thinking of that fellow Snape owing him two million Galleons, Ron felt smug.
He continued humming his tune, his steps light as he walked back to the dormitory.
As he walked, two familiar figures appeared in Ron's line of sight.
He looked closely and realized it was his twin brothers, Fred and George.
The two were walking side by side, sometimes whispering, sometimes bursting into laughter, appearing very happy.
At this moment, Fred and George also noticed Ron's arrival.
Fred blinked and said with a smile to George, "Hey, look who it is, isn't this our show-off brother Ronfrom last night?"
George also laughed, teasing, "Indeed, now he's a great hero wielding the gryffindor sword. How about we try to get the sword from him?"
The two exchanged smiles, everything unsaid.
However, they didn't know Ron's thoughts at this moment.
Ron looked at his two brothers and also chuckled.
He had just been thinking about ways to make money, and here came the Weasley Twins.
He remembered how Fred and George had made a fortune selling magic items, and his heart stirred.
Ron mused that perhaps he could also try this way of making money, after all, magic items always had a considerable market demand at Hogwarts.
Besides, we're all family; your money is my money.
And so, the three with ulterior motives met.
Chapter 28: Playing Tricks on the Weasley Twins to Learn the Basic Art of Refining
As Ron and the Weasley Twins met, the smiles on their faces grew wider.
Fred was the first to break the silence, his eyes showing his admiration for Ron:
"Ron, your performance yesterday was amazing! That gryffindor sword was so cool, can you take it out and let us admire it?"
George also chimed in, pulling a colorful candy from his pocket and handing it to Ron, a mischievous smile on his face:
"That's right, Ron, we didn't come to just watch for free. This candy is your payment."
Ron recognized the candy at a glance—a Ton-Tongue Toffee, a new product Fred and George had just developed.
He knew the 'power' of this candy; after eating it, his tongue would swell up abnormally, making people laugh and cry.
Ron didn't directly expose their trick, but instead deliberately feigned difficulty, frowning slightly as he said:
"Just one candy? That doesn't seem quite enough."
Ron thought: The old Ron might have been fooled by you, but I won't be. You two are going to regret this later.
He had already planned how to use the Weasley Twins' magic props to turn the tables on them.
Ron anticipated the upcoming twist, ready to enjoy his two brothers' surprised and helpless expressions.
Fred and George exchanged a smile; they both understood each other's thoughts.
They had only intended to play a small prank on Ron, but he actually complained that the 'payment' wasn't generous enough.
Fred quickly interjected: "You're right, George, you really are too stingy. I also have cookies here, I'll give them to you too."
Saying that, he pulled out a pack of cookies from his pocket and handed them to Ron.
Damn it!
Ron immediately recognized that the cookie was no ordinary one.
These were Canary Creams; eating them would make one's entire body sprout feathers.
Ron sneered inwardly, but on his face, he feigned even more grievance, saying: "Just one candy and one cookie? That's too stingy."
As he spoke, Ron activated the spiritual energy in his body, and a faint sword shadow appeared on his arm.
He already had a plan in mind, intending to use this unique sword shadow as an Introduction to attract his two brothers' curiosity and interest.
After all, among the many students at Hogwarts, he was the only one who could use the gryffindor sword to condense a sword shadow.
At this moment, the Weasley Twins' eyes lit up even more; the gryffindor sword was so cool!
It seemed they would have to bring out something more substantial.
Fred slapped his forehead, as if he had thought of a good idea.
He quickly pulled out a handful of colorful candies from his pocket, held them out to Ron, and said triumphantly:
"Look, we saved up our money to buy these, this should be enough this time, right!"
Ron was dumbfounded again; these were Skiving Snackboxes, which came in various flavors.
These included: Puking Pastilles, Fainting Fancies, Nosebleed Nougat, Fever Fudge, Blood Blistering Beans, and so on.
Each flavor was designed to be absolutely debilitating.
Alright, alright, I'm with you, and you're trying to outsmart me, huh!
Originally, I, Ron, only wanted to play a small trick on you, but I didn't expect you to be so relentless.
Very well, since you're pushing me this far, I won't hold back.
A cunning smile played on Ron's lips:
"So many candies are good, but I still feel the sincerity is lacking."
As he spoke, the sword shadow on his arm gradually condensed, and finally, a dazzling sword appeared in his hand.
Seeing this handsome sword, the Weasley Twins' eyes instantly widened, as if firmly attracted by a magnet, unable to resist wanting to touch it.
Seeing this, Ron nimbly stepped back and said playfully: "You can touch the sword, but your sincerity isn't enough yet."
Fred and George were itching with desire; why was Ron so difficult to talk to now?
But to touch that sword, they had to bring out something real.
However, asking them to produce something normal was indeed a bit difficult, after all, they were prank kings.
Just then, George suddenly pulled out a wooden box from his pocket again, and said mysteriously: "This is a new magic wand, it's definitely a good thing. This should be enough, right! But you'll have to take it back and look at it slowly."
Ron looked at the wooden box and couldn't help but inwardly complain: Is this Doraemon's pocket? How do you have everything? But you can't pull out anything normal.
If these two brothers were sincere, he wouldn't mind showing them.
But they were all taking out strange things, and Ron recognized this wand too.
Ron frowned slightly, seemingly reluctantly, and said:
"Alright, since you two want to see it so much, I'll lend you this sword to take a look first."
Saying that, he gently waved his hand, and the sword transformed into a stream of light, flying into the outstretched hands of the Weasley Twins.
The Weasley Twins were overjoyed; they carefully took the sword, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
They briefly examined it, confirmed it was correct, then eagerly handed the pile of items in their hands to Ron.
Ron took the pile of items, casually flipped through them, and pulled out three candies.
He looked at the Weasley Twins with a smile and said: "Good things, of course, should be shared by everyone. Come on, you two take two first to try, don't let me be the only one to benefit."
Upon seeing this, the Weasley Twins' expressions immediately changed.
They knew the power of these Skiving Snackboxes; eating them would cause trouble.
So, they quickly waved their hands in refusal, saying: "No, no, no, Ron, you eat them."
Ron nonchalantly ate one candy, while the Weasley Twins' faces suddenly broke into strange smiles; they were clearly anticipating Ron's impending embarrassment.
However, after a long while, Ron appeared completely normal, without any abnormalities.
The two exchanged glances, their hearts filled with doubt.
Did they grab the wrong ones? How could that be? They clearly remembered putting in Skiving Snackboxes.
But so much time had passed, and Ron showed no strange reaction at all.
What exactly was going on? They started to feel a bit strange.
However, what they didn't know was that as soon as Ron got the candy, he had already taken a rejuvenation pill along with it.
Ron's movements were swift and natural; the Weasley Twins didn't react at all.
How could they know that Ron had already developed acute perception and reaction speed?
The moment he took the candy, he had already sensed something amiss and immediately took countermeasures.
The medicinal power of the rejuvenation pill was incredibly strong; how could these little tricks compare?
Under the effect of the rejuvenation pill, the efficacy of the Skiving Snackbox candy was instantly neutralized, so Ron naturally showed no abnormalities.
The two brothers looked at Ron's unconcerned appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little curious, so they each picked up a candy and ate it. However, shortly after eating, George suddenly got a nosebleed, and Fred clutched his stomach, crying out in pain.
Seeing this, Ron quickly asked with concern: "George, Fred, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
His tone was full of worry, but his eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter.
The Weasley Twins were in too much pain to bear it at this moment; they forced out a smile and said: "It's nothing, maybe we're just feeling a little unwell."
However, they were cursing inwardly, not understanding why Ron was fine after eating it, while they were so unlucky.
Fred rubbed his stomach, a hint of an embarrassed smile on his face: "It's nothing, we'll be going now."
As he spoke, he gestured for George to pick up Ron's sword, preparing to sneak away.
Ron watched their subtle movements, smiled softly, and said: "Don't go yet."
Saying that, he slowly opened the wooden box in his hand.
The moment the wooden box opened, a faint light flashed, revealing its contents—a seemingly ordinary wand.
"A fake wand?" Ron chuckled, his eyes revealing a hint of playfulness.
He picked up the wand and examined it carefully, "It looks exactly like a real wand, but unfortunately, the moment you touch it, this wand turns into a toy made of rubber or tin, right?"
At this moment, the familiar mechanical voice sounded in Ron's mind again.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying; through observing magic tricks, you have comprehended elementary artifact refining."]
Chapter 29: Making a Deal
His heaven-defying comprehension truly lived up to its name; just as he was worrying about earning Galleons, he unexpectedly comprehended the Beginner Art of Refinement.
This made Ron's heart leap with joy.
As long as he had the Beginner Art of Refinement, he could use this skill to mass-produce magic items.
Ron began to envision future possibilities, imagining himself using the Art of Refinement to create various miraculous magic items, which would not only make him very popular at Hogwarts but also bring him more wealth.
When Ron expressed his insights on the fake wand, the Weasley Twins' expressions immediately changed drastically.
Fred was secretly astonished: Ron could actually see through such a trick now, which was simply incredible!
He cast a complex glance at the wand in Ron's hand, which had turned into rubber, and awkwardly chuckled, "Uh... that, we just grabbed the wrong one."
With that, he quickly pulled his brother George, and the two took off running, not forgetting to casually toss down a "Portable Swamp" as they went.
Instantly, the entire corridor transformed into a muddy swamp!
After some running, they finally arrived in front of the Gryffindor Tower.
George breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming, "Ugh, this time we really brought out all our hidden treasures. How did Ron become so shrewd now, even seeing through our tricks?"
Fred, however, didn't seem to have fully recovered from the tension. He forced a smile and said,
"It's alright, even though it cost a lot, we finally got the gryffindor sword."
No sooner had he spoken than George suddenly asked in confusion, "? Where's your sword?"
Fred was stunned by the question and quickly checked his hands, only to find them empty. He cried out in alarm, "That's right, where's my sword?"
The two looked at each other, a strange panic welling up in their hearts.
"Are you looking for this?" A voice suddenly came from beside them, Ron's face appearing faintly in the dim light.
The Weasley Twins screamed in fright; "Ah!!!"
Then they scrambled away, looking at the gryffindor sword tightly held in Ron's hand with faces full of fear.
Their hearts were in a panic, not understanding why their usually harmless little brother Ron was exuding such a strong sense of oppression at this moment!
Ron's face was beaming with a smile, the dim light illuminating him, making him appear particularly sinister.
He looked at the Weasley Twins, who were almost in tears from fright, with satisfaction, a sense of triumph welling up in his heart.
It turned out that the gryffindor sword had a special setting: as long as Ron needed it, he could draw the sword anywhere.
This was a function Ron had only discovered last night.
At this moment, the sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, as if ready to strike at any moment.
Looking at the trembling Weasley Twins before him, Ron was secretly pleased; his real plan was finally about to be put into action.
He cleared his throat and said solemnly, "You wouldn't want Mom to find out about your pranks on me, would you?"
Upon hearing this, the Weasley Twins' faces turned pale, and they pleaded with tear-streaked faces:
"What exactly do you want to do?" Their hearts were in a panic; they were clearly the weaker party!
Why were they being threatened by Ron with this move?
Ron chuckled, his eyes glinting with cunning:
"I've also been researching magic items recently. From now on, my magic items will be handed over to you to sell for me. We'll split the profits nine-to-one, what do you think?"
Ron was in an exceptionally good mood. He felt that not only had his strength greatly increased, but he had also found a continuous source of income.
The Weasley Twins exchanged glances, feeling a bit surprised.
They realized that Ron had indeed become much more powerful; he had also started researching magicitems.
However, they still had doubts about Ron's understanding of magic items.
Fred, the older brother, smiled, trying to lighten the mood: "Nine-to-one? How could we take so much, for you to only take one-tenth of the profit, isn't that too little!"
However, Ron responded indifferently, "Nine-to-one, the one is for you."
After a fierce negotiation, the two parties finally reached an eight-to-two profit-sharing agreement, with Ron taking eighty percent of the profits and the Weasley Twins receiving the remaining twenty percent.
Ron would be responsible for providing the magic items, while the Weasley Twins would be responsible for selling them within the school.
In addition, magic items created by the Weasley Twins themselves would also be included in this sharing arrangement.
The two parties agreed that delivery and settlement would take place every Sunday, starting next week.
Ron's figure gradually disappeared down the corridor of the dormitory, leaving the Weasley Twins to discuss among themselves.
Fred clutched his stomach, a puzzled expression on his face:
"Do you think Ron can really come up with powerful magic items?"
His words revealed a lack of trust in Ron, but more so, a worry about the unknown.
If it weren't for Ron's deterrent, he would have returned to the dormitory long ago.
George, meanwhile, stopped his nosebleed with a tissue and shook his head, expressing skepticism about Ron's abilities:
"I think it's really doubtful."
He believed that while Ron had seen through the secret of the magic trick, this did not mean he had the ability to create advanced magic items.
Creating magic items required a deep theoretical foundation and practical experience, which they felt Ron did not possess.
The two supported each other, stumbling back to their dormitory.
Their hearts were filled with uncertainty about the future and doubts about Ron, but now there was no turning back; they could only grit their teeth and act according to the agreement.
Otherwise, they felt that Ron's sword could really cut them!
...
Ron returned to the dormitory and saw his four roommates there.
As soon as Harry saw him, he immediately pulled out a pile of food and explained with a smile, "Hermione saw you didn't go to dinner and was worried you were hungry, so she brought you some food from the Great Hall."
Ron looked at the food in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He had just been worrying about dinner, and he hadn't expected Hermione to be so thoughtful, already having considered it for him.
He ate the food contentedly, enjoying the care.
After eating, he lightly punched Harry's back, teasing him:
"See, Hermione is still the best. You ungrateful sons didn't even think to bring your father some food."
Harry was a bit embarrassed by his words, scratched his head, and gave a sheepish laugh.
At this moment, his roommate Seamus Finnigan suddenly spoke up:
"Ron, you did really well in class today, but what about next month's pop quiz?"
His voice carried a hint of worry, and the other roommates also chimed in.
Ron had the ability to rank among the top in the class, while they seemed much inferior.
They were worried about performing poorly in the pop quiz and being severely criticized by Professor McGonagall.
Ron looked at their worried expressions and said with a smile,
"It's nothing, but it also depends on your self-discipline. I'm confident I can teach you, how about you?"
Seamus scratched his head and said somewhat sheepishly,
"Okay, but what should I do when my spells always explode in class?"
Ron replied with a smile:
"It's simple, one Galleon for one of my lessons, how about it? You can also owe it for now."
Except for Harry, the other roommates looked puzzled, somewhat confused by Ron's proposal.
They didn't have that kind of spare money right now.
Ron explained:
"It doesn't matter if you don't take my class, but at least I can guarantee that I'll pass Transfiguration Class. What about you? If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid you'll just have to wait to be criticized by Professor McGonagall."
Harry had always had unwavering faith in Ron's abilities, and he immediately expressed his support:
"I'm taking the class, I'm signing up!"
Saying that, he pulled out ten Galleons from his pocket and handed them to Ron.
Ron looked at Harry approvingly, secretly pleased.
The other three roommates were also a bit surprised to see Harry pull out so many Galleons at once.
They discussed it briefly, and each of them also pulled out one Galleon.
Neville spoke up somewhat shyly:
"Ron, we don't have much pocket money, but as long as you can really teach us, we agree."
Ron nodded and said,
"Good, since I said it, I can definitely teach you."
He accepted the 13 Galleons, feeling quite pleased.
He planned to give his roommates their first lesson before going to sleep, to help them improve their strength.
Ron knew that if his roommates' strength improved, they would be able to become reliable partners in the future when facing powerful enemies like Lord Voldemort, instead of liabilities.
Chapter 30: The first class, but teaching Tai Chi
Ron clutched the heavy thirteen Galleons, a sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.
A wand from Ollivander's wand shop cost around seven Galleons, and now he had enough money to buy almost two.
Wands didn't provide a significant boost to his current strength, but he still cared deeply about the prestige of holding one.
Besides a wand, Ron also planned to get himself a more suitable outfit.
Image was also a part of strength.
Just like Draco Malfoy, though his current strength wasn't much, his imposing demeanor was incredibly dashing!
Additionally, he needed to gather all the necessary items for "Soul Binding" to ensure he was fully prepared when facing Lord Voldemort's lingering soul.
Looking at his roommates, who were about to wash up, Ron cleared his throat and said seriously, "Don't rush yet; let's have a class before bed."
Chubby Neville rubbed his eyes, yawned, and mumbled while rubbing, "It's so late; let's just go to sleep."
Dean and Seamus chimed in from the side, clearly feeling sleepy.
Looking at his roommates, Ron felt a wave of helplessness.
He grumbled internally, "With you guys like this, can you fight Lord Voldemort? Don't go crying and wanting to go home when you see him."
Harry, however, was more perceptive. He knew Ron always had a deeper meaning behind his actions, especially after witnessing Ron's extraordinary methods firsthand on the train.
He spoke sternly to his roommates, "Don't you guys know how strict Professor McGonagall is? If you don't work hard now, you'll have plenty to cry about later."
In the dormitory, Harry's words always carried a special authority, after all, he was "the Boy Who Lived."
In contrast, in their eyes, Ron was only slightly stronger, merely a slightly more capable passerby.
Under Harry's persuasion, the other three finally began to listen attentively.
Ron was very pleased to see Harry being so supportive.
He smiled slightly and said, "Very good, since everyone agrees, the class officially begins."
Though Seamus grumbled internally, thinking, "Who asked you?"
Under the dual "coercion" of Ron and Harry, he dared not say anything more and could only obediently begin to listen to the lesson.
And so, Ron's first class began amidst his roommates' skepticism.
Ron glanced at his roommates, noticing that, apart from Harry, the others' mental states were not very good.
He frowned slightly, but decided to continue his lesson:
"The first lesson is to throw away your wands and robes."
With that, Ron decisively took off his own robe and casually tossed aside the wand tucked into it.
The robe fell to the floor with a soft thud, raising a puff of dust.
Harry watched this scene, a hint of confusion in his heart.
He noticed that Ron's robe seemed to hide quite a few things, but at this moment, he was more concerned with what Ron would do next.
At this point, Seamus finally couldn't hold back his complaints:
"Ron, we can understand you wanting to teach us magic. But what do you mean by making us take off our wands and robes?"
Dean also chimed in:
"Yeah, I'm already bad at practicing magic, and you're telling us to throw them away? What's the point of that?"
Even the usually shy Neville couldn't help but speak up:
"I think they're right. If you don't let us practice magic, then what exactly are we supposed to learn?"
Facing his roommates' doubts, Harry quickly stepped forward to mediate.
He didn't understand Ron's actions either, but he still chose to trust him, so he said to his roommates, "Don't rush, let Teacher Ron continue and see what he plans to do."
Ron's gaze was firm, carrying an unquestionable authority, and he threatened, "If you don't take them off, then I'll just have to help you take them off myself."
As he spoke, blue light flickered in his eyes, like stars in the night sky.
Harry knew the power of Ron's move; he quickly took off his outer robe.
Seeing this, the other roommates, though still having doubts, also took off their robes and wands, seeing that Harry had complied.
Ron nodded, seeing that they were quite sensible, and said, "Very good, now follow me and do the movements."
He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Then he chanted, "A big watermelon."
As he spoke, he stood firm, his feet shoulder-width apart, toes slightly inward.
He formed a circle with his hands, then stepped half a pace to the left with his left foot.
His movements were fluid and natural, as if he had merged with the energy of the world.
Ron planned to teach his roommates Tai Chi first. In his previous life, as the master of a martial arts hall, practicing Tai Chi every morning was an essential part of his routine.
Now, with his Innate Dao Body, he felt a comfortable sensation throughout his body as soon as he began to circulate his energy. The already active spiritual energy in his Dantian became even more vibrant.
Tai Chi itself aligns with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and Ron's choice to make it the first lesson's content was truly well-intentioned.
He hoped that through this method, his roommates could experience another possibility of magic, and at the same time, improve their physical fitness and magical control.
Ron originally wanted to teach some Qi refining methods, but these roommates hadn't fully earned his trust yet.
Besides, Ron's The Great Dream Breathing Technique couldn't be taught. If his roommates gained his trust later, teaching them something powerful wasn't out of the question.
He was currently teaching his roommates cultivation purely for money; he taught whatever martial art they paid for.
["You have heaven-defying comprehension. Through practicing Tai Chi, you have comprehended the Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method."]
Excellent, didn't the breathing method just come?
Ron felt a surge of excitement, and he quickly immersed himself in this sudden realization.
The elements of the Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method unfolded one by one in his mind, like exquisite scroll paintings slowly opening.
Ron's comprehension was already extremely powerful, and now it was like adding wings to a tiger.
He instantly dissected the various levels of the breathing method, every detail, every transition, presented with crystal clarity in his consciousness.
He seemed to see the Dao of Heaven and Earth behind the breathing method, feeling the infinite mysteries contained within it.
However, he couldn't see anything deeper.
Ron wasn't discouraged; he thought that once he reached the Golden Core stage, he might be able to appreciate the scenery on that mountain.
Only those who form a Golden Core are truly of our kind.
Ron was not satisfied with just comprehending the Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method.
Although this breathing method was powerful, it was too profound and not suitable for direct teaching to his roommates.
The main reason was that the roommates hadn't paid enough!
With his profound understanding of Tai Chi, he cleverly transformed the Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method into the High-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method.
This version retained the essence of the breathing method while being more accessible to his roommates' actual level, making it easier for them to accept and master.
During the process of transforming the breathing method, Ron suddenly realized that the breathing method he used when practicing Tai Chi in his previous life was actually only of the Low-Grade level.
At that time, he could also feel the physical and mental benefits that Tai Chi brought, but he couldn't mobilize the surrounding spiritual energy and integrate with nature as he could now.
Looking at Ron's circular movements, his roommates' faces showed blankness:
"What in the world is Ron doing?"
Chapter 31 Seamus: Watch me beat Ron with one hand
"Ron, what exactly are you doing?!" Seamus's voice suddenly rang out, filled with dissatisfaction and confusion.
The boy, known as the "Explosive Genius," was straightforward and always the most impatient.
Recalling this morning when Ron told them to slow down, Seamus's brow furrowed slightly, feeling a touch of displeasure.
But seeing that his other roommates said nothing, he held back and didn't lash out.
However, Seamus seemed to be having a particularly unlucky day.
He was severely criticized by Professor McGonagall in the morning, which made Seamus even more depressed.
And in class, when he tried to cast spells, he failed several times, watching the spells explode in his hand, a sense of frustration that was almost unbearable.
In contrast, Ron managed to cast perfect spells every time, which further intensified Seamus's dissatisfaction.
Seamus was not someone who liked to slander others; his personality was straightforward, and he didn't beat around the bush.
Today's experience left him feeling very suppressed, as if a fire was burning in his heart, ready to erupt at any moment.
Looking at Seamus's dissatisfied expression, Ron understood a few things.
He knew Seamus's personality, knowing that he was impatient, and it was indeed difficult for him to endure a whole day of frustration.
Ron also realized that from this small matter, it could be seen that Seamus's current potential might indeed be inferior to that of his other more composed roommates.
Ron couldn't be sure about this; even Zhang Fei, with his impatient temper, could break the Dangyang Bridge!
Ron hadn't revealed what he was going to teach at first, which was also a test of his roommates' character.
In his opinion, attitude determines everything; attitude is like the mask of the heart, capable of reflecting a person's inner thoughts and emotions.
Next, the dark-skinned Dean Thomas also spoke.
He saw Seamus express his dissatisfaction first, and couldn't help but speak up:
"Hmm, I agree with Seamus. Ron, you really should teach us something practical, not those flashy, impractical tricks. We came here to learn real skills, not to watch superficial performances."
Dean's words made Ron fall into deep thought.
He carefully observed Dean, gradually understanding his personality.
Dean was a sensitive person with significant emotional fluctuations, but he was very sincere to his friends, and once he identified someone, he would firmly support him.
Just like in the original work, Dean unconditionally supported Harry, always standing by his side.
With such a personality, it was no wonder he could become friends with Seamus; their personalities were indeed complementary in some ways.
Just then, Neville Longbottom also spoke cautiously.
He timidly said:
"Ron, you're not tricking us, are you? You performed so amazingly today, but… but you don't seem like the type to trick people."
Neville's words made Ron feel a bit amused, and also gave him a deeper understanding of Neville.
Ron found that although Neville seemed a bit timid, he had keen observational skills.
This might also be one of the reasons why he excelled in Herbology Class, which required careful observation and patient care.
However, in subjects like Potions, which required thinking and memory, Neville struggled a bit.
He knew that Neville had been affected by the Crucio since childhood, causing some memory issues. Despite this, Neville bravely faced life and worked hard to overcome his weaknesses.
For Neville, Ron's assessment was that he was potential and brave.
He believed that given enough time and opportunity, Neville would definitely be able to show his strength.
Harry didn't understand what Ron was doing either; he cautiously asked, "Big Brother Ron, are you… do you have other ideas?"
Harry was aware of Ron's strength, though he didn't know exactly how powerful he was.
Ron was quite satisfied with Harry's attitude.
He secretly praised in his heart: This child has a good character.
Just then, Dean whispered, "Ron isn't trying to trick us out of our money, is he…?" His voice was low, but clear enough for everyone present to hear.
Ron merely smiled faintly after hearing it, his gaze sweeping over everyone present with composure.
He calmly said, "Since none of you understand what I'm doing, then let's all try it and see if you can deal with me."
His voice was full of confidence, completely assured of what was about to happen.
Seamus snorted in dissatisfaction after hearing it, and challenged, "Don't underestimate people; I can smash you with one hand."
Harry, however, seemed a bit worried; he looked around and then whispered:
"Won't we make the dormitory too messy like this? What if the caretaker finds out?"
Ron just shrugged after hearing it, and said casually, "It doesn't matter, you can just go for it." He didn't care about the possible consequences.
Ron chuckled inwardly: It's time to show my father's strength.
Seeing this, Dean also nodded and said, "Alright, since you said so, we won't be polite. Neville, don't just stand there; come join us." His words carried a hint of excitement.
Neville, spurred by Dean's words, also came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and then said:
"Alright, since everyone is ready, let's begin."
Ron's mouth curved into a slight smile, and he said easily, "Very good, you can discuss your strategy first."
He stood aside, quietly waiting for their discussion to conclude.
After some discussion, Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Dean all picked up their wands and aimed them at Ron.
Harry noticed that Ron hadn't taken out his wand, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Ron, why aren't you holding your wand?"
Seamus sneered, mocking, "Look at him pretending; don't be fooled by him." He gripped his wand tightly, a serious expression on his face: "Damn it, don't underestimate us!"
Harry, however, felt something was off; he couldn't help but remind them, "Ron said he doesn't need a wand to deal with us; we need to be careful."
Dean took a deep breath, preparing to launch the first attack. He chanted, "Lumos."
A bright light instantly shot from the tip of his wand, straight towards Ron.
This was the first step in their plan, aiming to interfere with Ron's vision with the strong light of "Lumos," creating an opportunity for subsequent attacks.
Harry and Neville also cast "Lumos" almost simultaneously, three bright lights appearing particularly dazzling in the dim dormitory.
Ron watched their actions, nodding inwardly.
He thought, these people aren't completely useless; at least they understand basic coordination.
However, such coordination was far from enough in his eyes.
At the same time, Seamus quickly chanted the spell: "Incendio!"
Instantly, a scorching flame, like a fiery serpent unleashed, swiftly rushed towards Ron!
Chapter 32: The Battle Ends in One Second
At this moment, three dazzling beams of light shot towards Ron simultaneously, sharp as swords.
Immediately after, flames, like venomous snakes unleashed, leaped in the air, rapidly rushing towards Ron.
Such an attack was enough to make small wizards of the same year tremble with fear.
Yet, Ron's expression remained unchanged, completely at ease.
His figure moved with the agility of a swimming dragon, weaving freely through the gaps in the four-person encirclement.
Just as everyone thought he was about to be engulfed by the flames, Ron suddenly attacked. He lunged forward instantly, knocking all four of them down with a beautiful 'Iron Mountain Lean'!
The battle ended in just one second!
"It only took one move?" Seamus lay on the ground, his eyes wide with shock, muttering, "Ron, I give up. From now on, whatever you say goes." He was straightforward; when he conceded, he did so without any hesitation.
Dean followed suit, saying helplessly, "I give up too!"
Neville, with a simple and honest expression, praised, "Ron, you're amazing! You can defeat us without a wand!"
Harry, despite being knocked down, didn't show any dejection. Instead, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Ron, I want to learn from you properly from now on!"
Ron looked at their attitudes and felt very satisfied. He smiled slightly and said:
"Very good. Since that's the case, each of you will give me one Galleon for medical expenses, as the cost of this lesson. If you want to fight me again in the future, I'll give you ten Galleons if I lose."
Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment appeared on their faces.
However, they still obediently pulled out Galleons from their pockets and handed them to Ron.
Aside from Harry, the rich guy, the others really didn't have much money left in their pockets.
Seamus replied firmly, "Okay, Ron, I will defeat you in the future." Although he conceded, a glimmer of unwillingness to give up still flickered in his eyes.
Ron's face showed an appreciative smile: "Good, very spirited!"
He was somewhat surprised by Seamus's performance today.
Normally, Seamus's spells would always result in explosions, but in this battle, he was able to cast spells normally, which indicated that he had a slight talent in fire magic.
Ron nodded inwardly, gaining a deeper understanding of Seamus's potential.
He continued, "Alright, then today's class officially begins. I'll start by teaching you the breathing technique."
"This breathing technique has a resounding name—the Supreme Invincible Tai Chi Breathing Technique. You must diligently remember every incantation, because the cultivation method I will be teaching next is called 'Tai Chi', and when practicing it, you will need to combine it with this breathing technique."
Ron's gaze swept over everyone, and he said seriously:
"One more thing must be emphasized: this method is absolutely not allowed to be passed on. Therefore, I require each of you to swear an Oath of Heaven."
This was an oath he adapted from the 'Unbreakable Vow', with even stricter restrictions; any slight disclosure would lead to death.
After listening to Ron's explanation, everyone solemnly swore the Oath of Heaven.
Subsequently, Ron's teaching officially began.
"Supreme Invincible Tai Chi Breathing Technique?" Upon hearing this name, Neville's eyes immediately lit up with excitement, and the other roommates also began to study seriously.
Ron explained the essentials of the breathing technique in detail and demonstrated it himself.
After teaching the breathing technique, Ron stood still, his gaze like a torch sweeping over his roommates, and slowly began:
"Having just the breathing technique is not enough. 'Tai Chi' can better guide the flow of magic within your bodies, allowing your power to be more fully utilized."
He made a circular shape with his hands and chanted, "A big watermelon."
The other roommates quickly followed suit, chanting the incantation along with Ron, their expressions focused and serious.
"Cut into two halves," Ron said, one hand miming holding a watermelon, the other transforming into a knife, smoothly chopping downwards.
This movement, seemingly simple, contained profound martial arts philosophy.
The roommates all imitated Ron's movements, striving to grasp the essence within.
"One half for you, one half for me," Ron said, his hands smoothly stroking left then right, his movements fluid and natural.
Under his guidance, the roommates gradually mastered the essentials of this set of movements.
...
Under Ron's detailed explanation, even the four roommates who had never practiced martial arts slowly became familiar with it.
"Ron, I feel like there's a force flowing inside me!" Harry exclaimed in surprise after practicing 'Tai Chi' five times.
He closed his eyes, as if he could clearly feel that power slowly flowing within him, bringing him an unprecedented sense of comfort.
"Quite talented, aren't you?" Ron looked at Harry, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected Harry to experience the feeling of magic flowing so quickly.
And the other roommates, after a few rounds of practice, also gradually had similar experiences. They all said they felt a mysterious power surging within their bodies.
Seeing that everyone could initially grasp the technique of magic flowing within their bodies, Ronnodded, satisfied, and said:
"Very good, it seems you are all very perceptive. Then let's stop here for tonight. Starting tomorrow morning at 5:30 AM, we will gather at the Quidditch Pitch to practice for one hour, for a month. During the practice, you must carefully feel the sensation of magic nourishing your bodies, as this is crucial for improving your magic level."
"Ah? 5:30 AM?" Neville couldn't help but complain a little when he heard the time. But when he saw Ron's serious gaze, he immediately shut his mouth, not daring to complain further.
"Practicing 'Tai Chi' has two benefits for you at this stage," Ron continued.
"Firstly, it can strengthen your control over magic, allowing you to wield this power more skillfully; secondly, through practice, you can use magic to improve your physical qualities. As for more benefits, you cannot experience them yet."
Ron knew in his heart that he didn't expect his roommates to use 'Tai Chi' in actual combat at this stage.
For them, being able to master the use of magic was already a very good start.
Looking at the Galleons in his hand, Ron couldn't help but feel he had charged too little.
His 'Tai Chi' and 'Supreme Invincible Tai Chi Breathing Technique' were priceless treasures, and he had only charged one Galleon. He truly was too kind.
If these miraculous cultivation methods were introduced to the outside world, they would surely cause a storm of bloodshed, inciting countless people to fight and covet them.
Even a giant of the Wizarding World like Dumbledore, if he mastered them, not to mention being able to easily defeat Lord Voldemort, just the powerful physical strength alone would be enough to make him stand at the pinnacle of the Wizarding World, unrivaled.
Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Ron's mind.
That's right, his attribute panel could also view other people's attributes. Wasn't this an excellent opportunity?
When he had the chance, he definitely had to thoroughly check the strength of the school's Professors to see what astonishing magic they possessed.
As for the problem of his roommates' empty pockets, Ron already had a plan in mind.
He smiled slightly, a cunning glint in his eyes, and thought to himself, "You say you have no money? Hmph, I, Ron, have plenty of ways to make you earn money for me."
He began to ponder how to leverage the potential of these roommates to extract more profit.