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Levin smiled helplessly. In his opinion, the argument between Cho Chang and Marietta was rather unfounded.
Regardless of whether Ron has the ability to run a love potion training class, even if he could, he himself would not be affected by the love potion.
Moreover, while Marietta could be considered beautiful, that was from the perspective of ordinary people.
Compared to the girls around Lai 717, she was far inferior; by his standards, there was no way they could have anything going on.
Zhang Qiu argued with her best friend over this; she really looks down on his taste.
Of course, given his emotional intelligence, he would never reveal this fact, nor would he even interfere in the girls' competition.
Let them compete. The more they compete, the more "precious" they seem, and the more the girls will cherish themselves.
At times like these, all you need to do is smile.
However, for Hermione, confirming that Karkaroff had an escape plan was indeed good news.
Just as they had envisioned with Hermione, this was the perfect opportunity for them to take control of Durmstrang.
If Karkaroff had stayed obediently at Hogwarts, among Durmstrang's students...
That would prevent them from making a move.
After all, with magic involved, many things can be discovered once they've been done.
But once Karkaroff leaves on his own initiative...
That would be giving them a perfect opportunity to make a move.
So, after finishing his meal, Levin informed Orianna, instructing her to send out a paper scout to keep a close watch on Karkaroff 24 hours a day, and to notify him immediately if he attempted to flee.
Back in the tower, Levin continued his experiments with plant spirits and nature spirits.
With the heroic spirit Rowena as a shining example, his research began to go smoothly, and he estimated that he would be able to produce results in a while.
However, Levin's good mood only lasted until breakfast the next day.
As Levin struggled with the sumptuous jam muffins and smoked salmon, the messenger owl arrived, and Levin looked up at it. (bjej)
He wasn't the only one doing this. All the young wizards looked in surprise at where Ron was. A gray owl landed on the plate in front of him, followed by four barn owls, a tan owl, and a gray wood owl.
The Gryffindors around him rose and moved away from him to avoid getting their clothes dirty with the spilled food.
More and more owls jostled forward, all wanting to be the first to deliver the letter to him.
"Damn it, what the hell—" Ron said, taking the letter delivered by the gray owl and reading it. "Oh dear, oh dear!"
He said angrily, his face turning red.
"What's going on?" Harry asked curiously.
“This—this is absolutely absurd—” He shoved the letter into Harry’s hand.
Harry saw that it was a letter of encouragement, a letter of loving encouragement.
The letter's author expressed fervent support for Ron and Krum's love, believing that Ron had achieved what he himself had wanted to do but had failed to do.
Some young Hogwarts wizards also sent anonymous letters to Ron via owl, believing that Ron was incredibly brave, as they, as fellow young Hogwarts wizards, would never dare to reveal their sexual orientation.
After all, it's a major Yin period, so it's normal to have a few people like that.
But most of the letters were against it.
One letter read: “I read in Wizarding Weekly that you’re playing with Harry Potter’s feelings. That boy has suffered so much. Just wait, I’ll find a big envelope and send you a spell next time.”
There was another letter, which was clearly not handwritten, but rather appeared to be made up of letters cut out from The Wizarding Weekly.
“You are a despicable and wicked wizard. You must have shamefully used love potions to bewitch Krum and Harry Potter. They deserve better men—go back to your Burrow.”
As a result, most of the objections in the letters of protest were directed at Ron as a person, rather than at the fact that Ron was a man.
Few people truly oppose same-sex love.
As expected of the Great Yin.
“These are all letters like this!” Ron’s expression grew increasingly impatient. He tore open the letters one by one, saying despairingly, “Krum deserves a man a hundred times better than you…you should be boiled in toad eggs…”
He swept the letters haphazardly onto the floor, having no patience to read them any further.
Among the scattered letters, a huge package came into view. The package was exquisitely wrapped, and the purple bow added a touch of mystery. The wrapping paper clearly read: To the world's cutest redhead boy—Ron Weasley.
"Do I... do I finally have supporters?"
This letter was the only word of support amidst a sea of opposition, and Ron was deeply moved.
Curious, he patted the package, gently untied the bow, and tore open a corner of the wrapper. Colorful candy wrappers were then revealed, as if beckoning to him.
“It’s candy.” Ron’s mood instantly brightened. He reached into the package and grabbed a handful of candy. They scattered in his hand like fragments of a rainbow.
He excitedly held the candy in front of him, wanting to savor its sweet aroma.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The colorful candies instantly transformed into large, black spiders, which quickly crawled from his hands to his body.
Spiders! Ron's nightmare since childhood!
Ron screamed in terror and frantically waved his arms, trying to drive away the horrible spiders.
As he struggled, the torn package began to tremble violently, then burst into pieces with a "poof," from which countless black spiders poured out.
Ron was so frightened that he jumped onto the stool, but the spiders seemed to be chasing him relentlessly, quickly crawling towards him.
What terrified Ron even more was that, due to the excessive force with which he swung his arm, some spiders were flung onto his head and face.
The spiders climbed up the chair leg. Ron yelled and jumped off the chair, staring wide-eyed at the spiders as he backed away.
When the other young wizards saw Ron's disheveled appearance, they assumed it was just a prank and burst into laughter.
As Ron fled, the young wizards jumped onto chairs to hide, and no one was willing to help.
Seeing Ron make a fool of himself seemed like an amusing thing to them.
Ron kept running away, but the spiders were much faster than him, and they covered him in a dense swarm.
Ultimately, Ron couldn't withstand the pressure of this fear and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing her brother in such a miserable state, Ginny immediately ran to Levin's side, grabbed his clothes, and gave him a pleading look.
Levin sighed, stood up, and casually pointed his wand.
"【Exorcism Barrier】"
A light curtain enveloped the spiders, and most of them simultaneously emitted a wisp of black smoke from their bodies, crackling and popping like popping beans before disappearing without a trace, leaving only one or two spiders still stubbornly crawling on Ron's body.
Levin saw one of them bite Ron’s nose, and his nose immediately swelled up like a balloon.
There's a real one hidden among these fake spiders.
"[Spider flies in!]!"
With a casual wave of his hand, Levin sent the two spiders flying toward him and landing in a jar. Levin immediately closed the lid, completing the capture.
“Get Ron to the infirmary right away,” he reminded Harry. “Tell Madam Pomfrey that it was a scarlet spider that bit Ron, and she’ll know how to make the antidote.”
Harry and the Weasley twins quickly saw Ron off.
Levin gazed at the spider in the glass bottle with a satisfied expression.
Scarlet spiders are considered a very rare species of spider. They are magical creatures with brightly colored bodies and black legs. They possess extraordinary speed, do not spin webs, but have incredibly potent venom.
Most importantly, they are also a precious magical material.
"It seems that it's good to show kindness occasionally."
Levin put the bottle away and returned to his seat.
His expression immediately turned ugly.
He saw that many more owls were flying towards Hermione with envelopes in their wake.
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The photo shows Zhang Qiu.
Chapter 392 The Touch of Aging
Faced with these owls desperately trying to get Hermione's attention, Hermione picked up a plate of cured meat and placed it in front of her, letting the owls eat it, before calmly removing the letter from the owl's leg.
Hermione tore open one of the letters and was immediately horrified by its enthusiastic words.
“Miss Hermione Granger, you are my idol! Your glorious achievements in the Triwizard Tournament have filled me with admiration for you…”
Hermione blushed after reading half of it and immediately put it down.
Ginny leaned closer and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "A real letter from an admirer! Hermione, you're famous now!"
"I...I'm famous?" Hermione was somewhat taken aback. "I'm actually receiving letters from admirers?"
She could hardly believe it, so she tore open another letter:
“Miss Hermione Granger, as a Muggle wizard, your success story inspires me! Your experience tells me that anything is possible with hard work and perseverance. Please keep going, I will always follow in your footsteps.”
“These are really letters from admirers!” Ginny exclaimed in admiration. “If Ron were here, he would be green with envy. He only gets letters from his opponents.”
In contrast to Ron receiving mostly random letters of opposition, Hermione's letters were mostly from admirers.
The Triwizard Tournament is not just a grand event for three universities.
In fact, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang represent almost the highest level of education in Western and Central Europe.
The Triwizard Tournament is essentially the "European Union" of the magical world, a university league.
Hermione's consecutive championship wins naturally brought her considerable fame.
It's normal to receive letters from a few admirers.
"Hermione, you are our pride! You defeated so many male wizards in the Triwizard Tournament, your outstanding performance showed us the power and brilliance of female wizards..."
Hermione silently finished reading another letter, and looking around, there was still a whole pile of letters waiting for her to open.
After the initial excitement, he felt a headache coming on.
"Help me, Ginny, can you help me open this letter?" she immediately asked her best friend for help.
"no problem!"
Ginny was very interested in this and readily agreed.