People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

The door opened just after Avro knocked, and Slughorn, in a green velvet dressing gown, looked at them sleepily.

"Harry, I usually get up very late on Saturday mornings."

"I'm sorry, Professor." Afro tried to lower his voice and show his apology as much as possible. "I'm sorry to bother you. My friend accidentally took the love potion..."

Neville and Ron leaned on Harry's shoulders and stood on tiptoe to look into the room.

"I can't see her!"

"Did you hide her?"

Slughorn looked at Ron and Neville with interest. "The longer the potion is left, the longer it will work..."

Harry carried the two boys into the room, panting. He had already figured out who sent the chocolate, but why did Neville and Ron react differently?

"Well, come in, kids." Slughorn stepped aside and invited them into the living room. "I have a necessity in my bag. The antidote is not difficult at all..."

Neville swung his legs limply and tripped over a footstool. He quickly hugged Avro's arm to regain his balance.

Harry pulled hard and pulled Neville back to his side.

Slughorn opened his potion-making bag and added a little of this and a little of that to a crystal bottle.

"Drink it. It's good for your nerves."

Neville and Ron drank the antidote in one gulp eagerly, and everyone was watching them intently.

Neville looked at Aphrodite with a grin, then his smile disappeared, slowly turning into horror, and finally embarrassment.

Ron's reaction was even greater. He stared at the four people in front of him with wide eyes, as if a cup of potion had taken away his brain as well.

"Back to normal?" Hermione opened one hand and waved it in front of the two stunned teenagers.

"Thank you very much, Professor," Avro said eagerly.

Slughorn walked over to the table with drinks and took out a few glasses from the cupboard below. "I have butterbeer and wine... they need to liven up their spirits."

Ron and Neville supported each other and fell into their chairs, staring blankly ahead.

"Ah, and a bottle of oak-aged mead..." Slughorn finally picked out a bottle of wine that satisfied him and handed each of them a glass of mead. "Come on, let's celebrate."

"Ron, Neville--" Afro wanted to remind them not to drink, but Ron seemed not to hear and poured the wine directly into his mouth.

A glass fell to the ground, interrupting Slughorn's toast.

Neville was trembling as he held the cup. Ron fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitching violently.

"Professor! Think of a solution quickly!" Hermione shouted, and Slughorn seemed frightened.

"Bezoar! Harry, go find the bezoar." Afro watched Ron having difficulty breathing and his skin began to turn blue.

Harry crossed over the small coffee table and rummaged through Slughorn's medicine bag, pulling out the mess of items inside until he finally found the stone.

He pried Ron's mouth open and stuffed him inside.

"This is such a thrilling birthday for little Ronnie." Fred sat in a chair with his feet unceremoniously resting on his brother's bed.

"We didn't expect to give gifts like this." George put a large package of gifts on Ron's bedside and sat down next to Afro.

"At least he's awake."

There was a pause, with everyone talking quietly in Ron's sleep.

"So why would someone poison the drink?" Fred asked quietly.

"But why did Slughorn poison Ron? Why not Harry?" George frowned and looked at the sleeping Ron with confusion in his eyes.

Harry pointed at himself with his mouth half open, "Why me?"

"I don't know, maybe you are the savior." Fred shrugged and raised one hand to comb Afro's long hair.

"There is another possibility. The wine itself is poisonous." Afro raised her body slightly, and her long hair slipped through her slender fingers. "He may be innocent."

"Someone wants to harm Slughorn?"

Avro held up a finger and shook it. "No, no, I mean that someone thought Slughorn could act as a go-between."

"Someone wanted Slughorn to give the wine to Dumbledore!" The fog in Harry's mind seemed to be blown away by the wind. He patted the bed excitedly, "So the poisoner targeted Dumbledore."

"The poisoner must not understand Slughorn. He only keeps the delicious food for himself." Hermione said contemptuously.

"A-F-Lo..." Ron suddenly shouted hoarsely.

Everyone was silent, looking at him anxiously, but Ron muttered something and began snoring again.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and they were all startled. Dumbledore and Snape walked in with serious faces, and the atmosphere between them was very strange.

It was like they had just had an argument and had to go out together again.

Harry was keenly aware of the atmosphere between Snape and Dumbledore; he knew Snape's every expression too well.

"Harry, can you come here for a moment?" Dumbledore's tone was full of fatigue, as if the series of unfortunate events that had happened in the school had made the old man a little tired.

Harry nodded and followed them out.

"I heard that some school directors want to take the children back." Ginny said in a low voice.

"Then Hogwarts..."

"Hogwarts will not close." Oaphrodite looked at them and said word by word with determination.

"I believe."

Hermione and Aphrodite smiled at each other.

Two weeks later, Ron was finally discharged from the hospital. However, Neville seemed to have disappeared since that morning.

To be more precise, Afro couldn't find him at any time outside of class.

Harry would look through the Marauder's Map every day to check for Flint and the others, but he kept silent about the conversation between him and Dumbledore that night.

"You won't find it!" said Hermione disapprovingly when she saw Harry take out the old textbook again.

The notice board behind them had a notice about the Apparition test. Ron was a little worried that he would not pass the test, but Aphrodite and Hermione, who had already passed it twice, were very confident.

"That stupid prince won't help you!" Hermione's voice became louder as she watched Harry still flipping through the old textbooks. "You can't pray for a cup of crappy books to help you pass the exam!"

"I know, I'm just looking for something more useful than Veritaserum." Harry said without looking up. He now needed something to pry open Flint's mouth.

Preferably something of the Charms variety, so he wouldn't have to steal from Snape's collection.

His eyes followed the text to the bottom of the page, and he saw a clear handwriting under a pile of messy threads.

"God's sword is invisible to the enemy."

He quietly folded the page.