"The effect is great!" Ron pointed to himself and said.

For the next ten minutes, Ron enthusiastically promoted his potion, while Harry hesitated - he seriously suspected that Ron's enthusiasm came from the side effects of the potion, but it was not unacceptable. He took a sip.

"How is it?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Well... maybe not bad?" Harry replied uncertainly, he didn't notice any effect.

"Take another sip," Ron urged.

Harry took a small sip, and someone patted his shoulder, "I heard you had a fight with Snape, Harry?" Harry choked, the potion stuck to his throat, and he began to cough violently, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Fred spread his hands and said, "What are you drinking? Are you scar removal water?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him in anger. George sat next to him, took the small glass bottle from Harry's hand and looked carefully. The light blue liquid inside only covered the bottom of the bottle. George shook it and sniffed it again, "Energy potion?"

"I know very well." Ron pretended to praise.

"I hope you take it strictly according to the instructions." Fred suddenly said.

"What else?" Harry asked worriedly, but Fred and George's faces showed lingering fear and gloating.

"It's nothing, it's just that I may not be able to sleep," George said briefly.

"——Slightly excited." Fred said nostalgically, regardless of the white faces of the two of them.

After they left, after a while, the last person in the lounge also left. Only Harry and Ron were left, but they didn't feel like they were going to sleep at all. "You can't go on like this, there will be classes tomorrow." Harry made a quick decision and pulled Ron back to the dormitory.

But they had completely insomnia, lay on the bed and tossed and turned, and finally slipped back to the lounge.

"I really didn't expect that being energetic is also a torture." Ron said, his eyes staring at Harry, almost three seconds of an idea. He took out the magic history textbook, intending to fight at night, and then he wanted to practice magic with Harry, and now he proposed to go out for a walk.

"You can read with me." Harry said that he was reading the book "Advanced Potion Making" left by Hermione. The title of the chapter above is enough to make people excited: Living Hell Potion, Compound Decoction, Folk Water, Fuling Potion, Happy Potion...

However, he was mainly reading the annotations of the two people. He was fucked when he thought that one of them might have come from Snape when he was in school.

Ron's symptoms tend to worsen, and he began to become hysterical and became inexplicably worried, "What if I can't sleep again?" He said with horror: "Or can't get up until the medicine is effective?"

"That's the effect of the Living Hell Decoction." Harry couldn't help but show off the knowledge he had just seen, "If you need it, you can make one yourself in the future, provided we can go to the improvement class."

Finally, Ron made a very unreasonable request, which would never be said from him when he was normal.

"Shock me out." Ron said with grief and anger.

"What?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I don't care! I'm going to sleep, there's still class tomorrow." Ron said, and then he began to whisper, walking around the lounge, coming over to tease Harry from time to time. Finally, Harry pulled out his wand and agreed to Ron's request.

A red light flashed, and Ron fainted happily.

After Harry sent him back to the dormitory, he looked at Ron with a smile on his lips, and suddenly felt a little frightened. What if he became like this in a while?

Who will knock him out?

But when he saw Neville, Semo and Dean who were sleeping soundly, Harry felt a little relieved. If necessary, he could wake one of them to help stun himself before causing even greater trouble.

Harry returned to the lounge with a little magic lamp in a nervous mood, staring at the old textbook.

He glanced at the sky, the moon was still hanging high, and the end of the forbidden forest was a gray-green one at the distance. He estimated that there were still four or five hours before dawn, which meant that he had a long time to do what he wanted to do. Maybe going out for a walk was a good idea? He suddenly thought of the idea Ron had proposed before, and then his stomach churned.

The side effects of the potion have begun to take effect, right?

He murmured in a low voice: "Hu God Guard." A stag jumped out, its silver body as crystal clear as a crystal, and its fur was clearly visible. Harry gently stroked the stag's antlers and head, and the touch was very real.
Chapter completed!