Chapter 33 Neville: Ron was born
At five o'clock the next morning, the sky was still dim, but Ron accurately threw off his covers and sprang up.
He walked to the beds of his still-sleeping roommates, unceremoniously throwing four punches to wake them up one by one.
He said mercilessly, "I've changed my mind. First, you have to run around the Quidditch Pitch for an hour, and the last one to finish won't get breakfast. Do you have any objections?"
How could these four roommates dare to object? They quickly replied in unison, "I have no objection."
But their brows were tightly furrowed, and they looked troubled, clearly still immersed in deep sleepiness.
They thought, they had to start running as soon as it was light, and after running, they still had to practice Tai Chi. This life was truly too difficult.
Ron urged his roommates to get up quickly and come downstairs. He stared at them with piercing eyes: "I'll be back soon. Don't think you can be lazy just because I'm not here, Harry, you keep an eye on them."
Harry now fully believed Ron's words, and he immediately urged his roommates to start running.
The roommates looked at Ron's smiling face, coupled with his striking red hair. His originally handsome appearance now made them feel intimidated.
They knew that today's training was destined to be arduous and strict, but they could only grit their teeth and go through with it.
Watching his roommates start running, Ron also returned upstairs. He first checked his own panel:
Name: Ron Weasley
Race: Human
Level: 3rd Stage Qi Practitioner / LV10 Wizard
Talent: Heaven-Defying Comprehension
Bloodline: Innate Dao Body, Weasley Hidden Bloodline (unlocked)
Divine Abilities:
All low-level magic
4th Stage: Occlumency, 5th Stage: Nebula Swordplay, Swimming Dragon Body Technique; 6th Stage: "Soul Binding", Seventy-two Earth Fiend Arts of False Form, Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method;
9th Stage: The Great Dream Breathing Technique
magic Items: gryffindor sword, merlin card
Skills: Beginner Alchemy, Beginner Artifact Forging
Looking at the steadily increasing Qi Refinement cultivation displayed on the panel, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He glanced out the window, only to see his roommates still diligently running around the Quidditch Pitch, with no signs of slacking off.
Ron nodded with satisfaction, then pulled the covers back over himself, intending to enjoy another beautiful nap.
After an hour and a half of sweet sleep, Ron woke up promptly around 6:30 AM.
He felt refreshed and full of vitality. After getting up, he took out a rejuvenation pill and carefully divided it in half.
Then, Ron steeped the rejuvenation pill in boiling water, and a faint green color immediately spread through the water.
He brewed a large pot of water, then poured it equally into his roommates' cups.
After completing all these preparations, Ron looked up, his gaze passing through the window to the outside playground.
He saw that his roommates had already begun practicing Tai Chi according to his instructions, but their movements had clearly become sluggish, even somewhat powerless.
Sweat had soaked their clothes, and their faces had turned pale, clearly due to excessive physical exertion.
Ron did not rush to use his Swimming Dragon Body Technique, but instead chose to slowly walk downstairs.
He arrived in front of his roommates just as it was seven o'clock.
Harry, Seamus, Neville, and Dean were all lying on the ground, unable to move.
Ron looked at them, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness. He asked, "Who was the last one to finish running?"
Neville, panting heavily, replied with a touch of grievance, "It was me."
Ron nodded slightly. This child was quite honest.
Neville thought: I wouldn't dare to be dishonest!
Then, Ron pulled four water cups from his pocket and handed them to his roommates.
He simply said, "Drink them," without further explanation.
The few of them looked at the green liquid, their brows tightly furrowed. Although they had doubts, under Ron's authority, they still gritted their teeth and drank the liquid.
Now, they dared not show any dissatisfaction or complaints towards Ron.
After a few sips of water, they were surprised to find that their previously exhausted bodies were slowly recovering vitality.
At this moment, Ron's voice was like a thunderclap: "Quickly use the breathing method to adjust your physical state."
Upon hearing this, they seemed to be enlightened, and their minds instantly became clear.
They began to breathe deeply, and at the same time, the magic within their bodies began to flow like a trickle. With the help of this Potion, their bodies were rapidly being repaired and healed.
Harry's eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "This is simply amazing! Big Brother Ron, you are truly incredible!"
Even the impatient Seamus rarely showed satisfaction: "This effect is indeed more powerful than Potion!"
Dean was even more excited, saying, "If I can drink this kind of Potion every day after exercising, I'd be more than willing!"
Neville also nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of longing: "That's right, if I could drink this kind of water every day, even if I'm always the last one to finish running, I'd be willing..."
Ron said with a smile, "Of course, the first one to run every day can enjoy it for free. As for the others, it costs one Galleon per drink. Of course, as I said before, borrowing money is also fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four people who had just struggled to their feet all fell to the ground again, looking at each other with complicated expressions.
Harry felt a pang of helplessness: He had thought Ron would be generous, but he hadn't expected this twist. But on second thought, this Potion was indeed worth more than its price.
Seamus pondered for a moment and said, "I think even spending one Galleon a day to drink this kind of Potion is worth it. After all, many Potions can't achieve this effect."
Neville also nodded, adding, "Although I'm not very good at Potion Class, I know a little about Herbology. The herbal taste in this Potion is very pure; it should be made from many precious herbs."
Ron secretly rejoiced: You really guessed wrong. This Potion is actually made from sage, roses, and some common herbs. The cost is very low; I can only say your imaginations are too vivid.
However, he maintained a smile on his face: "Very good, you all have good judgment. Once you've mastered 'Tai Chi,' we'll start the next stage of the course."
Saying that, he stood up and called out, "Come on, let's go eat breakfast. Neville, you don't get to eat yet; just watch us eat for now."
Neville felt a bitter smile: Ron was too much! But he didn't dare to say anything more, so he just silently followed everyone to "eat breakfast."
On the way, Ron accidentally overheard a group of small wizards whispering.
One of them complained, "Peeves has been getting more and more annoying lately. He always pops out unexpectedly, scaring people out of their wits."
"Exactly, Peeves is really too annoying. He always bullies us lower-grade students," another chimed in.
Next to them, an older Wizard interjected, "Don't even get me started, he bullies the older students too! That Peeves doesn't really care about anyone except Professor Dumbledore."
Ron mused to himself: It seems I need to find a way to subdue Peeves as soon as possible, and at the same time, test my "Soul Binding" spell. I heard the Weasley Twins have a good way of dealing with Peeves; maybe I can ask them.
...
Meanwhile, in another dormitory, Fred suddenly shouted, "George, quickly look! All the magic items in my pocket are gone!"
George replied blankly, "What? Mine are gone too. Did I lose them somewhere?"
The two looked at each other, a premonition of ill omen rising in their hearts.
Chapter 34 Voldemort: My life is like walking on thin ice
After Ron and his companions finished breakfast, they met Hermione on the way.
Seeing Hermione, Ron disregarded his roommates and walked towards her.
He had to thank Hermione for the dinner she brought yesterday.
Hermione was so kind; in contrast, he felt that his roommates always made him, this "old father," constantly worry.
Neville looked at Ron's retreating back and sighed, "If only Ron was as good to us as he is to Hermione."
Harry heard Neville's words and gently tapped Neville's head, making Neville rub his head and look at him with a bit of grievance.
Harry said seriously, "Neville, don't be silly. If we were as capable as Hermione, Ron would treat us better."
Neville's eyes flashed with determination after hearing Harry's words.
He showed an expectant look and said earnestly, "Really? Then I will definitely study spells hard and strive to become as capable as Hermione!"
This subtle conversation naturally did not escape Ron's ears.
He turned his head slightly, chuckling to himself:
With the cultivation method I've taught, it will be effortless for you to become as powerful as Hermione. However, only when you truly reach Hermione's level will you deeply understand just how strong my power truly is!
Although Ron thought this, he did not say it out loud, only continuing to walk forward.
Soon, he reached Hermione. He stopped and said softly to Hermione,
"Thank you for the dinner you brought yesterday, it was really delicious."
Hermione's lips curved slightly after hearing Ron's words, but she deliberately put on a haughty look and said,
"That wasn't specifically for you, I just grabbed it casually."
Ron wasn't angry after hearing Hermione's words; instead, he smiled and replied, "Is that so? Then I'll take back my thanks."
Hermione lightly bumped his shoulder after hearing Ron's words, then ignored him and walked straight towards the classroom.
Ron looked at Hermione's back and couldn't help but sigh, "Tsundere might be out of fashion where you are, but it's never out of fashion here."
Ron shook his head, caught up to Hermione, and the two walked side by side towards the classroom.
After Ron's persistent persuasion, the atmosphere between them became relaxed again, and they happily walked into the classroom to begin a new day of learning.
Harry and the others were speechless: Have you two ever considered our feelings...?
Today was Tuesday, and the first class of the morning was the highly anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this course was deeply loved by students for its unique charm and practicality.
Here, they would learn how to effectively resist various forms of Dark Arts—from ferocious Dark Artscreatures to malicious Dark spells, and even exciting dueling techniques, all of which fascinated the students.
For small wizards of this age, having the opportunity to simulate duels in class was undoubtedly an exciting thing.
Just as everyone was eagerly anticipating, Hermione suddenly leaned into Ron's ear and whispered mysteriously,
"Harry, do you know? It's said that the Professor position for Defense Against the Dark Arts has a strange curse, causing no Professor to hold the position for more than a year!"
Ron was slightly startled, then remembered this widely circulated rumor.
He knew that it all stemmed from that evil name—Lord Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle.
Because Albus Dumbledore had rejected his application for the position back then, Lord Voldemort had placed a curse on it.
Because of this, throughout the latter half of the 20th century, the Defense Against the Dark ArtsProfessor's position was as if cursed, with frequent changes and no one able to stay long.
This bizarre phenomenon made Ron very curious. He decided to delve deeper into this mystery and see if he could find a way to break the curse.
After all, for Ron, who loved to learn, there was nothing more exciting than unveiling this layer of mystery.
Of course, the simplest and most direct (not) way to solve the curse was to eliminate Lord Voldemort.
But Professor Quirrell's class became a complete farce.
The classroom was filled with a strong smell of garlic, and Professor Quirrell stammered, "This is to ward off a Vampire I encountered in Romania, lest it come back to bother me." Between his words, he showed a hint of fear and unease.
Then, he showed off his large scarf, claiming it was a gift from an African prince in gratitude for helping the prince escape the entanglement of "Soul Binding" zombies.
However, these words sounded more like a fairy tale, making them hard to believe.
The students whispered to each other, clearly not many truly believing his story.
Ron scoffed inwardly, thinking: Lord Voldemort really knows how to find helpers! He actually found this incompetent Quirrell to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone.
However, after seeing Quirrell's ridiculous appearance today, Ron felt that dealing with him would not be difficult.
The real trouble lay with Lord Voldemort behind (physically) Quirrell, that cunning and powerful Dark Wizard.
Ron knew that to stop Lord Voldemort's conspiracy, he had to quickly gather the materials needed for "Soul Binding."
Only then would he have a chance to make Lord Voldemort's soul submit to him, thereby gradually eliminating this potential threat.
So, Ron silently planned his next steps, determined to act quickly.
Then, Seamus Finnigan eagerly spoke, his curiosity seemingly about to spill from his eyes:
"Professor Quirrell, how did you defeat the "Soul Binding" zombies?"
The Professor's face instantly turned red, and he stammered in response:
"You're right, I... I think the weather today is quite nice." Clearly, he was flustered by the sudden question.
And the attentive students soon noticed that Professor Quirrell's prominent large scarf also emitted a peculiar smell.
The Weasley Twins exchanged a smile and said seriously, "It must also be stuffed with garlic, so no matter where Professor Quirrell goes, he's protected." Their teasing lightened the atmosphere in the classroom.
Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing his two brothers' words.
He mischievously winked at them and teased, "I think it should be stuffed with more candy, don't you?"
The Weasley Twins were stunned after hearing Ron's words.
They remembered the terrifying experience of being tormented by nosebleeds and stomach aches that night, and that pain surged back, leaving them speechless.
After two hours of a long and boring Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, the students finally heard the dismissal bell.
Ron remained low-key throughout the class, trying to avoid drawing Lord Voldemort's attention. He knew that confronting Lord Voldemort required caution and no rash actions.
Just as the class was about to end, Harry suddenly leaned close to Ron and whispered,
"How come I feel a pain in my scar whenever Professor Quirrell turns his head? What's going on?" Harry's voice revealed a hint of unease.
Ron's heart tightened, but he didn't immediately tell Harry the truth.
He knew that Harry didn't have enough power to face Lord Voldemort yet, and revealing the truth too early would only put him in danger.
Ron planned to gather the materials for "Soul Binding" and then test it on Peeves first!
So, Ron tried to remain calm and casually brushed it off, "Maybe it's just your imagination, don't worry too much about it."
Harry touched the scar on his forehead and said to himself with some relief, "So that's how it is."
However, what they didn't know was that every time Lord Voldemort looked in Harry's direction, it was like facing a bottomless abyss.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of helplessness: My life is truly like walking on thin ice!
And Lord Voldemort never expected that in the direction he was gazing, Ron was also there!
Chapter 35 First Flying Lesson
In the few days at Hogwarts, Ron gradually adapted to the school's rhythm.
He found that the courses at the school didn't seem as difficult as he had imagined, which made him feel somewhat relaxed.
He felt that even if he skipped class, it wouldn't make much difference, but then he wouldn't be able to see Hermione, which made Ron feel a bit regretful.
Ron was always unenthusiastic about the assignments Professor gave.
He was even too lazy to use magic to make his pen move on its own to complete the homework.
When Hermione saw this, she couldn't help but try to persuade Ron.
Under Hermione's urging, Ron reluctantly picked up his pen and began to seriously complete his homework.
These past two days, Ron also attended History of Magic and Astronomy Class.
History of Magic was the most annoying course for him, as it was the only one taught by a ghost Professor.
It was said that Professor Binns once fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the staff lounge, and the next morning when he went to class, he forgot to bring his own body; such stories made Ron feel both interesting and helpless.
Astronomy Class, on the other hand, was a compulsory class every Wednesday evening.
During the process of observing the stars, he was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to perceive a subtle connection with the stars, as if his body had some mysterious resonance with those distant celestial bodies.
However, whenever he tried to delve deeper into this wonderful feeling, it would vanish instantly like a phantom, leaving no trace.
Ron couldn't help but ponder to himself, perhaps it was because his strength was still shallow, and he had not yet truly grasped this deep-seated mystery.
His heart was filled with anticipation, looking forward to the day when he could successfully establish his foundation, and thus be able to appreciate another kind of scenery.
Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was Thursday.
In the morning, Ron eagerly opened his panel, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The strength level displayed on the panel had already risen to Qi Refining Fifth Layer, which meant his cultivation had made a new breakthrough.
Ron sighed inwardly, at this cultivation speed, he would be able to successfully establish his foundation next week.
Thinking of the various changes that might come after establishing his foundation, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Ascending to godhood, that was once a legendary realm, but now in Ron's eyes, it seemed within reach.
However, he also knew that this was just a figment of his imagination; the path of cultivation was long and arduous, and each stage required immense effort.
Ron pondered that in the later stages of Qi Refining, his cultivation speed might gradually slow down.
As for the Foundation Establishment Pill, he wasn't too sure if he needed it, but since he didn't have the pill formula for it now, Ron could only take it one step at a time.
The morning classes were still uneventful; Ron, as usual, just listened casually without putting in too much effort.
In the afternoon, the anticipated Flying Class finally arrived, and this class was taken with the students from Slytherin.
Flying Class always filled first-year students with anticipation and longing; many would excitedly share their past imaginations and experiences about flying before class.
Flying broomsticks, these magical tools of the magic world, were like small aircraft, allowing Wizards to soar freely in the air by providing power with magic.
Ron looked at the flying broomstick in his hand, feeling a bit helpless.
It was clear that this broomstick was also an old item discarded by his family, looking rather shabby compared to the brand new broomsticks.
When Ron's gaze turned to Harry, he was surprised to find that Harry's flying broomstick was the latest Nimbus 2000, which gleamed brightly, making Ron feel a little envious.
While observing the flying broomstick, a novel idea popped into Ron's mind.
He wondered, why are flying tools limited to traditional flying broomsticks?
He had already mastered elementary refining techniques, so why not try to refine a more advanced and unique flying tool?
For example, something like a Wind Wing?
This idea made Ron incredibly excited, and he secretly resolved that he must try to refine one when he had the chance.
Just then, Madam Hooch, with her usual decisive style, strode to the front of Hogwarts Castle.
This was the location for Flying Class, and students, unable to contain their excitement, had already gathered here.
Madam Hooch had short, silver-grey hair, appearing capable and energetic.
Her yellow eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and she stood before the students, her gaze sweeping over each one.
"What are you waiting for?" Madam Hooch's voice was clear and forceful, "Hurry up and stand beside your broomsticks, prepare to start class!"
The students quickly obeyed the command and stood beside their respective flying broomsticks.
Ron also walked to his broom, feeling a little anticipation: what if he comprehended a more powerful divine ability than ordinary Flying Control?
Then, Madam Hooch added, "Remember, place your right hand on the broom and then shout the command 'Up'."
The students all followed Madam Hooch's instructions, and Ron took a deep breath, placing his right hand firmly on the broom.
As he looked down at his broom, a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.
This broom was indeed a bit tattered, looking out of place compared to the brand new flying tools in the hands of other classmates.
Some small wizards secretly glanced at Ron, their eyes falling on his dilapidated broom, and then let out a light laugh.
Among them, Malfoy's two henchmen were particularly noticeable.
They made no secret of the smiles on their faces, seemingly very happy about Ron's predicament.
Seeing his two younger brothers laughing so happily, Malfoy couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.
However, as he was laughing heartily, he suddenly noticed Ron's sharp gaze.
Malfoy's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately reined in his smile; although he no longer laughed out loud, he was still chuckling inwardly.
Ron naturally perceived the thoughts of Malfoy and his companions.
He sneered inwardly, it seemed the last lesson didn't make Malfoy remember, he would have to torment him a few more times in the future.
If Malfoy knew Ron's current thoughts, he would probably be greatly surprised.
In his perception, as the heir to a pure-blood Wizard family, he possessed an innate sense of superiority and power.
He couldn't understand, am I not even allowed to laugh?
Ron was fully focused, deaf to the sarcasm around him.
He took a deep breath, extended his right hand, and placed it steadily on the old flying broom, clearly shouting, "Up!"
At that instant, the broom seemed to be endowed with life, suddenly soaring into the air, and Ron, quick as a flash, grabbed it.
At this moment, a cold, mechanical female voice echoed in Ron's mind.
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying; by practicing with a flying broom, you can achieve Flying Sword Control, taking heads from a thousand miles away."]
Upon hearing this voice, Ron felt an inexpressible joy.
Who wouldn't like Flying Sword Control!
This kind of romance was deeply ingrained in his bones.
Ron was the first to pick up his broom, followed by his roommates.
Ron saw this clearly; with their daily morning exercise, picking up a flying broomstick in one go was as easy as pie, wasn't it?
However, not all students could pick up their brooms as easily as Ron and his friends.
Hermione was an example; it took her several tries to successfully summon her broom.
Seeing Ron's roommates summon their brooms in one go, she showed a surprised expression.
When all the students had successfully summoned their brooms, Madam Hooch walked to the front of the students and issued a stern command: "Now, please stand beside your brooms, prepare for takeoff, and wait for my command.
Remember to control your broom with the correct posture and technique."
The students all stood beside their brooms as Madam Hooch instructed.
A loud whistle echoed in the air, and a cacophony of sounds immediately erupted from the group.
Ron suddenly noticed Neville's flying broomstick suddenly soaring into the air, which surprised him immensely.
"Neville is actually so powerful, he can fly up in one go?" Hermione's voice rang in Ron's ear.
Before she finished speaking, Neville's cry of surprise came, his flying broomstick shot out of control, evidently unable to handle his magic.
Ron had just praised his roommates' performance in his heart, but unexpectedly, Neville lost control in such a situation.
He clearly saw that Neville's flying broomstick was rushing towards the Castle, and if it wasn't stopped in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Ron sighed helplessly; he had originally intended to conceal his Sword Control, but now it seemed that this was the only way to save Neville in the shortest amount of time.
He looked around, only to see everyone in a panic, a chaotic uproar, clearly all flustered.
Ron took a deep breath, raised his right hand, his eyes shimmering with blue light.
A blue sword shadow gradually appeared on his palm, an invisible sword slowly taking shape.
Ron's expression was as calm as still water, unruffled, and he simply said, "Sword, rise!"
Chapter 36: Flying with a Sword
"Look, what is Ron doing?" a small wizards next to him asked. Someone noticed Ron.
Everyone's gaze simultaneously focused on Ron, his every move drawing particular attention.
"Look at how secretive he is, what exactly is he up to?" Malfoy's follower, Crabbe, sneered, his tone full of disdain for Ron.
"Hmph, he doesn't really think he can command the wind and rain just because he has the gryffindor sword, does he?" Malfoy's other follower, Goyle, also taunted.
They had clearly all noticed the faint sword shadow in Ron's hand.
But what of it?
As noble Slytherin, they held themselves in high regard, and everything about Gryffindor seemed insignificant in their eyes; they simply didn't care for it.
What they pursued was that unparalleled nobility.
But more importantly, they were Malfoy's subordinates.
For followers like Crabbe and Goyle, they were not just following Draco Malfoy as an individual, but also upholding the dignity of the House of Malfoy.
Therefore, openly, Draco Malfoy's attitude was their attitude.
Or more precisely, the House of Malfoy's attitude was their attitude.
They all failed to notice that Malfoy's face had already turned ashen.
The humiliating scene of Ron stomping on his head in the washroom was still vivid in his memory.
What puzzled him even more was the elixir Ron had given him before leaving; he still couldn't fathom its deeper meaning, which made his attitude towards Ron even more complex and difficult to understand.
In front of Ron, Malfoy could only suppress his anger, not daring to appear too arrogant.
At the same time, he didn't dare to directly criticize his two subordinates' actions in front of them.
Was he supposed to criticize them for scolding Ron incorrectly?
If so, wouldn't that be admitting that he was afraid of Ron?
Malfoy was a person who cared deeply about his reputation, and he absolutely could not appear so weak in front of his subordinates.
Malfoy could only fall into an awkward situation.
So, he quietly tugged at the clothes of his two subordinates.
Seeing Malfoy's ashen face, his two subordinates understood, didn't this mean they should intensify their efforts?
So, they continued to mock and taunt Ron, trying to provoke him.
The surrounding onlookers, listening to the two followers' bluster, also began to feel puzzled by Ron's behavior.
They didn't know what Ron was doing, or why he could remain so calm in the face of such mockery.
Ron did not pay attention to their discussions and taunts.
He knew in his heart that the most important thing now was to save Neville.
He took a deep breath, and with a 'whoosh' of the sword, the sword shadow on his arm instantly materialized from a phantom, floating in the air.
"What, what is this?" a small wizards exclaimed, looking in surprise at the sword floating in the air, not knowing how it was done.
"Hmph, it's just a simple Levitation Charm!" Goyle said disdainfully.
Everyone heard him and suddenly realized, "Oh, so it's just an ordinary Levitation Charm."
However, they overlooked one point: they found it difficult to levitate feathers in Charms Class, let alone such a heavy sword.
Harry listened to the surrounding chatter and couldn't help but feel a little speechless.
These people seemed to only see the surface phenomenon, ignoring the essence of the matter. They had no idea that the strength Ron was displaying at this moment far exceeded their imagination.
At the same time, Harry's other roommates also stood by, anxiously watching Neville's predicament.
They watched Neville's broomstick drift erratically in the air, its trajectory unpredictable, and their hearts grew more anxious.
They knew that if this continued, even if they caught up to Neville, they probably wouldn't be able to save him in time.
Neville's broomstick seemed to have lost control, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, sometimes darting left and right, making everyone's heart pound.
Several small wizards anxiously asked Professor Hooch, "Professor, what should we do? Neville is about to crash into the Castle!" Their faces were full of worry, and their voices trembled.
Professor Hooch also seemed helpless at this moment; she possessed superb Flying Sword Control, but even at full speed, she couldn't catch up to Neville's out-of-control broomstick.
She sighed helplessly and said, "Go quickly and call the Wizard from the infirmary. Even I have no other solution right now."
Upon hearing this, several small wizards rushed upstairs, their hearts filled with worry for Neville's safety. They were truly afraid that something might happen to Neville.
And Harry, knowing Ron's strength, his heart was also tightly clenched at this moment.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin. He could only silently watch Ron, praying in his heart that Ron could safely rescue Neville.
Looking at Ron's determined figure, a sense of security inexplicably welled up in Harry's heart.
He went over to his roommates and quietly said, "Trust Ron."
His roommates' gazes also shifted to Ron, and a hint of trust appeared on their faces.
At this moment, Ron simply stepped lightly onto the gryffindor sword.
In an instant, the sword soared into the sky!
Ron's heart was filled with awe and excitement, he exclaimed, "So fast, is this Flying Sword Control?"
The wind whistled past his ears, and a sense of exhilaration surged from the depths of his heart, making him feel as if he had merged with the vast sky.
He chanted leisurely, "In the morning, I roam the North Sea; in the evening, the Cāngwú mountains. With a green snake in my sleeve, my courage is bold."
He had transformed into a carefree swordsman, roaming between heaven and earth.
Ron also fantasized, if his Flying Sword Control were even more skilled, could he achieve the effect of ten thousand swords roaring in unison?
Watching Ron fly high into the sky on his sword, the crowd below was all shocked.
They widened their eyes, watching the scene in disbelief. Some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had seen wrong.
"What?! How did he do that?" some people exclaimed in surprise. They watched Ron's figure soar in the sky, their hearts filled with envy.
The small Witches were even more excited, their eyes sparkling like stars, as if they had seen the hero in their hearts.
One small Witch even shouted excitedly, "Ron is so handsome!"
Hermione was also very pleasantly surprised. She looked at Ron's figure, her heart filled with longing.
She had already begun to fantasize about herself and Ron flying together on the sword, the feeling of freedom intoxicating her.
Especially some small wizards who had read Wuxia novels, their cheers were even stronger.
They looked at Ron's posture as he flew on his sword, as if they saw their Wuxia dreams come true. They all shouted, "Flying Sword Control is too cool!"
"If Ron can teach me that move, I'll do anything he wants!" a small wizards shouted excitedly. His words resonated with others.
At this time, Ron's roommates finally realized how difficult it was to receive Ron's guidance.
Chapter 37 Ron: Let me tell you what one-handed means
Ron stood steadily on the long sword, his hands clasped behind his back, his robes fluttering, looking free and uninhibited.
He had only recently grasped the art of Flying Sword Control, yet he could wield this skill with such masterful proficiency, which was truly astonishing.
At this moment, a strong urge surged within Ron to fully experience the exhilaration of Flying Sword Control, but his reason told him it was not the time.
He looked ahead, only to see Neville's figure flying higher and higher, seemingly about to crash into a statue on the tower.
"Oh no, something terrible is about to happen!"
Witnessing this heart-stopping scene, some shrieked in terror, while others reflexively squeezed their eyes shut.
While Ron's Flying Sword Control was undeniably cool, in their eyes, Neville's speed at that moment was like an arrow shot from a bow!
It was almost impossible for Ron to catch up to him.
With the tower statue so close, if Neville crashed into it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Even if he miraculously avoided a direct hit, the inertia of high-speed flight would be enough to send him plummeting from a great height.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, a strong sense of fear and despair surged within the small wizards; they instinctively believed that even if Neville survived, he would likely end up severely injured or disabled.
"Oh my goodness, what should we do?!"
Some cried out in panic, while others desperately covered their eyes with their hands, unable to bear watching the impending tragedy.
Just as everyone seemed to have already foreseen the thrilling scene of Neville plummeting from a great height.
Ron swiftly mobilized the spiritual energy within him, causing it to circulate through his body; his sword's speed grew faster and faster, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky.
Suddenly, a dazzling blue light with a bright tail burst forth from Ron, so intense that it seemed to illuminate even the sky.
This blue light arced gracefully through the air, then instantly moved in front of Neville.
The small wizards below could only see the dazzling blue light in the sky; they held their breath, watching the scene intently.
Ron flew in front of Neville, and with just one hand, he gently stopped Neville, who was still flying forward!
Neville's eyes were tightly shut at this moment, his face ashen, his heart filled with fear and despair.
He mumbled to himself, "I'm not going to die, am I? What should I do? Help, help…"
Ron looked at Neville's appearance and sighed helplessly. He held Neville by the collar with one hand and gently descended from the air to the ground.
The moment Neville's feet touched the ground, he was still immersed in fear, continuously repeating, "Help, help…"
Ron looked at Neville's appearance, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.
He said impatiently, "Get lost, get lost!"
Neville slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing safely on the ground, and the person who saved him was Ron.
He immediately felt a wave of embarrassment and scratched his head sheepishly, "Thank you, Ron."
However, Ron did not show much excitement; he just replied coldly, "Tomorrow, we'll increase your training!"
Neville, upon hearing this, felt a little intimidated, but more than that, he felt relieved.
After all, escaping this ordeal was already a great fortune; as for the upcoming training, he would worry about that when the time came!
The entire process seemed long and thrilling, but in reality, it was completed in just a brief moment.
The surrounding small wizards were still immersed in the thrilling scene they had just witnessed, all wide-eyed as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.
They whispered among themselves, discussing what had just happened.
"Oh my goodness, how did Ron do that?" "Neville almost lost his life, thankfully Ron acted in time!"
"Didn't you notice? The most incredible thing about Ron is that he only used one hand!" someone suddenly exclaimed, drawing the attention of those around him.
"That's right, a high-speed flying broomstick has a strong impact, yet Ron managed to stop Nevillesteadily with just one hand—it's unbelievable!" another person echoed, his voice filled with admiration for Ron.
Harry listened to everyone's words, suddenly enlightened, and whispered to his roommate, "So physical fitness is that important!"
The hearts of his roommates instantly enlightened; they then realized that they had always underestimated Ron.
It turned out that their roommate Ron was such a powerful existence!
A few minutes later, the Wizards from the infirmary rushed over, originally expecting to find injured people needing treatment.
However, when they arrived at the scene, they found that no one was injured. They looked around at the others in confusion, wanting to inquire about the situation.
"The person who saved Neville just now was even faster than Neville!" a small Wizard excitedly explained.
"That's right, it's precisely because he was fast enough that Neville wasn't injured," another small Wizard chimed in.
The infirmary staff, however, were full of doubt; they clearly didn't believe such a thing.
As medical personnel, and also experienced Wizards, they knew that stopping an out-of-control broomstick by human power was almost impossible.
"Is there any point in you lying to us like this?" one of the infirmary staff said with dissatisfaction.
Seeing this, the small wizards quickly recounted everything that had just happened.
They described in detail how Ron rode the gryffindor sword, caught up to Neville at an astonishing speed, and successfully rescued him.
After hearing what the small wizards said, the medical staff just laughed: "I know first-year students are lively, but there's no need to play such a joke!"
Are you trying to fool us experienced Wizards here?
What kind of Wizard could catch up to an out-of-control broomstick?
And even if he caught up, he stopped it with one hand?
It's normal for strange things to happen in the Wizarding World.
But this is too unbelievable, isn't it?
How is that possible?
The small wizards were so anxious they couldn't speak, so they just pointed to Professor Hooch nearby.
After hearing Professor Hooch's explanation, the few people were instantly dumbfounded.
Did someone really catch up and stop it with one hand?
And he's a first-year small Wizard?
The several Professors at the school weren't that strong back in their day, were they?
After hearing Professor Hooch's words, the medical staff could only leave dejectedly; they knew Professor Hooch's character, and she wouldn't lie.
At this moment, Professor Hooch also came before Ron: "Ron, I won't say too many words of praise. I hope you can make good use of your talent. Gryffindor gets 10 points added because of your actions!"
The Gryffindor small wizards who heard this jumped up with joy, high-fiving in celebration.
Ron, however, was indifferent to the added points; he was very curious about Professor Hooch's strength.
So, Ron opened his panel.
Name: Rolanda Hooch
Race: Human
Level: LV70 Wizard / Pseudo Golden Core First Layer
Ron thought to himself: Pseudo Golden Core, so she has the magical power of the Golden Core realm, but not the cultivation to match it?
Interesting. It seems my realm is solid.
Ron was even more eager to learn about the strength of more people to confirm his own level in this world.
Chapter 38: New Seeker
After the incident with Neville, Harry also displayed astonishing flying talent. Of course, Ron's other roommates also did well, but they were still slightly inferior to Harry and Ron.
Professor McGonagall also noticed their performance, and she secretly sighed, "Ron's flying talent can actually be compared to Harry's, and in some aspects, he's even slightly better. It seems the future of Hogwarts is truly full of hope!"
So, Professor McGonagall took them to find the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, Oliver Wood.
At this moment, Oliver Wood was sitting in the Charms Class classroom. He was a tall, well-built fifth-year student.
When Professor McGonagall and her group appeared at the classroom door, she asked Flitwick to call Oliver out.
Oliver walked out of the classroom with a hint of confusion on his face.
"Wood, this is Ron Weasley." Professor McGonagall introduced him, "I've found you a very excellent Seeker." She said, her gaze turning to Ron.
Professor McGonagall continued, "Of course, Harry Potter's talent is also very good. You can try training them."
The confusion on Oliver's face gradually transformed into joy.
He widened his eyes, looking incredulously at Harry and Ron in front of him, and said, "Really, Professor McGonagall? Two such talented first-year players?"
Oliver's heart was filled with joy, but he still had doubts.
The Seeker is the most important position on a Quidditch team, requiring extremely high talent and skill. He worried whether these two first-year students would be capable of handling this position.
"Of course it's true, both these children are geniuses. Is this your first time riding a flying broomstick?" Professor McGonagall said without hesitation.
Harry nodded silently.
Ron interjected at this moment, "No, Professor, I've never ridden a flying broomstick."
Ron thought to himself, 'I only know Flying Sword Control; I've never actually tried riding a flying broomstick.'
Professor McGonagall then remembered that this child had indeed never ridden one, but Ron's Flying Sword Control clearly looked stronger than Harry's.
She didn't want to explain anything; Flying Sword Control would be too troublesome to explain.
She simply said, "Wood, you'll slowly discover the talents of these two children." After saying that, she left decisively.
"Huh?" Oliver was full of doubts; he felt that Professor McGonagall was teasing him.
He looked seriously at both Harry and Ron.
"Harry, I'm not unfamiliar with you." Oliver said to Harry, with a hint of respect in his voice, "I know your father was an outstanding Quidditch player."
Oliver knew Harry well, plus his 'Boy Who Lived' buff, so he definitely had talent.
Then, he turned his gaze to Ron, his brow slightly furrowed: "Ron, do you really think you can handle the Seeker position?"
He knew that Ron's two older brothers were both Beaters on the team, but he knew very little about Ron's own flying ability.
When Ron said he had never even ridden a flying broomstick, Oliver was completely stunned.
He had never expected that this junior, so highly regarded by Professor McGonagall, would not even have the most basic flying experience.
Harry was about to explain, but Ron pulled him back. Flying Sword Control was like a fantasy to the people of this world, and it would be impossible to explain clearly.
Ron had always liked ball sports, and he also wanted to challenge himself.
"Senior Wood, talking so much is useless. I'll show you during Quidditch practice."
"Alright, Ron." Oliver took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound as fair as possible,
"Next Tuesday afternoon's training session, I hope you and Harry can demonstrate your abilities. Especially you, Ron, I hope you can use practical actions to dispel my doubts."
He still held some expectations for Harry, but he had almost no confidence in Ron.
The importance of the Seeker position was self-evident, and he worried that Ron would not be able to handle it.
Ron also knew Oliver's doubts, so he could only show him his strength live next week.
Professor McGonagall had already recommended these two children, so he could only try his best to give them an opportunity to showcase their talents.
After hearing Wood's words, Harry and Ron walked side-by-side on their way to the Great Hall, preparing to enjoy dinner.
As night deepened, the lights in the corridor flickered.
Sir Nicholas floated by, his robes gently swaying in the breeze. He glanced at Harry and Ron, a smile playing on his lips, and said to the ghosts around him:
"Oh, have you all heard? Ron and Harry, the two little chaps, are going to be Seekers. This is truly something new."
Before he finished speaking, Ron's two brothers, Fred and George, hurried after them, excitedly grabbing them.
Fred's eyes sparkled: "You two, you really are... the youngest Quidditch players in a century! This is simply unbelievable!"
George also nodded, a look of approval on his face:
"Well done, Harry, Ron. However, only one of you can be the Seeker, do you know that?"
Fred seemed to remember something and added:
"Ron, I heard Wood doesn't have too high expectations for you. He's quite confident in Harry, though, so you'll have to work hard."
Ron just responded calmly, "Ah, I'm just like that; Professor McGonagall recommended me."
He didn't want to waste words; any flowery speech seemed pale and powerless in the face of action.
Seeing this, George did not continue to delve into the topic but instead started talking about other things:
"Fred and I are both Beaters. Our job is to make sure you two don't get hit too badly by opponents during the game."
Fred took over, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness: "That's right, Quidditch is not a game; it's wild, sometimes even a bit cruel."
George nodded, adding, "That's right, sometimes after a match, you'll find someone has suddenly disappeared."
Their tone was light, but the information conveyed in their words made Harry and Ron feel a sudden chill.
After saying this, the Weasley Twins hurried off to other classes.
After hearing their words, a strange fear welled up in Harry's heart, and a chill ran from his feet straight to his heart.
His House robes seemed to have lost their original crispness due to nervousness, almost slipping off his body.
He tightly gripped Ron's collar, his face pale, and asked in a trembling voice, "Ron, are we... are we really ready?"
Ron looked at Harry's pale face and said calmly, "Do you remember our daily morning 'Tai Chi' training?"
Harry nodded slightly, those early morning moments gradually becoming clear in his mind. He and his roommates practiced Tai Chi together, feeling the flow of magic within their bodies.
Ron continued, "Tai Chi teaches us how to regulate our breathing and strengthen our bodies. More importantly, it teaches us how to remain calm under pressure."
Ron had a clear understanding of Quidditch.
He thought to himself, 'Quidditch is essentially a manifestation of focus and speed. Harry himself has talent, so there shouldn't be any problem, but I'm worried about Professor Quirrell causing trouble. During the game, I must find a way to solve this problem.'
Harry heard this.
The tension in his heart gradually dissipated; with Ron by his side, any problem seemed to be no problem at all.
He said happily, "Ron, we will definitely win the championship."
Chapter 39 Encountering the Three-Headed Dog
Inside the Great Hall, warm yellow light spilled onto the dining tables, where Ron and Harry were quietly enjoying their dinner.
Ron's brows, however, were tightly furrowed; his mind was clearly not on the food before him, but rather on how to deal with the eccentric Professor Quirrell.
Quirrell's current situation could be described as a complete mess.
Two days ago, he rushed to Gringotts, hoping to confirm the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone, but the result left him greatly disappointed—there was no trace of the Philosopher's Stone there.
This made him anxious, and he now had no choice but to gather information everywhere, with Hagrid, as the school's Keeper of Keys, naturally being his primary target.
Ron didn't know if Hagrid had already been tricked into revealing any information by Quirrell, but he knew he had to act quickly.
The Philosopher's Stone, if no accident occurred, should be hidden in the forbidden area on the fourth floor, guarded by Cerberus, Fluffy.
Ron naturally didn't dare to openly take the Philosopher's Stone now; it still needed to be there to lure Lord Voldemort, that big fish.
But he could go and see if he could subdue Cerberus, Fluffy, first; if he could, it would be another boost to Ron's combat power.
It could also help him monitor Lord Voldemort's actions in the Chamber of Secrets.
Thus, Ron decided to go to that forbidden area on the fourth floor tonight to investigate.
As everyone knows, forbidden areas are good places to fight monsters and open treasure chests.
Ron cautiously approached Harry, a excited smile on his face, and he whispered, "Harry, I have an idea. How about we go exploring in the forbidden area tonight?"
Upon hearing this, a glint of curiosity flashed in Harry's eyes. He thought to himself: 'Since Ron is here, there shouldn shouldn't be any major problems, right?'
What Harry didn't realize was that after so many events, he had already implicitly centered himself around Ron.
So, he shrugged and replied, "Let's go. With you there, nothing should happen anyway."
Ron was also very happy to hear Harry's words.
Gaining Harry's trust was a reward for his efforts over the past few days.
Next, he needed to gain the trust of the remaining roommates.
The more people there were to deal with Lord Voldemort, the better.
Ron suddenly remembered another thing.
Dumbledore had once founded the Order of the Phoenix, which existed solely to confront Lord Voldemort.
Since it was all about dealing with Lord Voldemort, if Ron joined the Order of the Phoenix, he would be subordinate and have to follow orders.
Ron naturally didn't want that; he had the idea of forming his own club.
However, this idea was just a thought; he felt that at least for now, he didn't have Dumbledore's charisma.
Just then, Hermione suddenly appeared before them, her brows slightly furrowed, her tone tinged with seriousness:
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I just overheard your conversation. You absolutely cannot go to the forbidden area, especially at night. If you get caught, the consequences will be unimaginable. Gryffindorwill lose a lot of points because of it."
As an excellent student with good grades and character, Hermione naturally didn't want to see the house lose points because of their actions.
Ron smiled dismissively at Hermione's words: "It's okay, Hermione, even if we lose points, I have a way to double them back."
Points meant nothing to Ron; strength was his real capital.
When facing Lord Voldemort, would Lord Voldemort spare you because of your high points?
Clearly not.
Here, Ron actually misunderstood Hermione's meaning; Hermione cared about grades.
But she realized she also cared a lot about Ron.
Hermione's little clumsy mouth didn't know how to express it, so she just said, "No, I said no means no!"
Ron didn't want Hermione involved in their affairs; there was still some danger in the forbidden area.
Thinking of this, Ron decided to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He waved to Hermione and said, "Goodbye, Hermione. We have some things to deal with, so we won't accompany you."
After speaking, he pulled Harry and quickly left the scene, afraid that Hermione would bring up any more troublesome questions.
In a flash, the hands of the clock had quietly pointed to midnight.
Ron said to Harry solemnly, "Harry, it's time, we have to go."
Their faces were illuminated by the faint moonlight.
The two tiptoed out of the dormitory, trying not to make any sound, so as not to disturb the other sleeping roommates.
Ron knew that the other roommates had not yet mastered the art of evading Filch's patrols, at least not yet.
This was also why he had deliberately avoided Hermione earlier.
Harry was occasionally reckless, but Ron believed he could handle minor injuries and pains.
Hermione was different; she was too delicate, and once she encountered danger, it might complicate things even further.
They put on their robes, gripped their wands tightly, and quietly left the dormitory.
But as they crossed the threshold of the Gryffindor common room, they found that the common room was not completely dark. The fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, adding a touch of warmth to the dim space.
Ron keenly perceived that, besides his and Harry's auras, there was a faint but clear aura present in the common room.
"Sigh." Ron sighed helplessly, already knowing the answer in his heart.
"Why are you still hiding?" His tone carried a hint of displeasure.
Hermione's personality was still like this, tsundere with a bit of speaking her mind but meaning the opposite.
"You know, I was going to tell the Professor," Hermione said, crossing her arms, her face full of annoyance.
She walked out of the darkness.
Ron grumbled, "Come on, come on, hurry to bed, it's already midnight."
"No!"
Ron had no choice but to take Hermione along; if he didn't, he didn't know what this girl would do.
They pushed open the portrait and climbed out through the hole.
Ron knew the way to the Chamber of Secrets, on the fourth floor.
The main thing was not to run into Peeves and Filch on the way.
Ron released his Qi Refining Fifth Layer perception, and thankfully, the path was clear; they passed through the stairs and arrived at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets on the fourth floor.
Then, Ron turned around seriously, his eyes revealing an alertness to the surrounding environment.
The smooth journey so far was actually very unusual; he keenly sensed that other dangers seemed to be lurking in the darkness.
Every step from now on had to be taken with extreme caution, without the slightest oversight.
Ron said in a deep voice to Harry and Hermione, "When we go in later, whatever you see, don't be surprised, and don't shout, okay?"
Harry nodded, indicating he understood and accepted Ron's warning.
Hermione's expression had softened considerably compared to before, but she still pouted, complaining, "You actually know there's danger!" Her tone revealed a hint of resentment.
Ron did not respond to Hermione's complaint; he reached out and took Hermione's wand.
He softly chanted the spell: "Alohomora." As the spell took effect, the door to the Chamber of Secretsslowly opened.
When a large dog with three heads came into view, Ron couldn't help but gasp.
This large dog looked exceptionally fierce, its mouth wide open, drooling continuously, as if it were a hellhound.
Immediately after, Ron began to consider his strategy.
He planned to first test his physical strength to see if he could withstand the Cerberus's attacks.
After reaching the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, his physical strength had significantly improved.
If he could withstand the Cerberus, he would then try to subdue it with spells.
If he could subdue it, it would be another great help to him.
Chapter 40 Feeding the Three-Headed Dog
The Cerberus before them was like a towering mountain, almost filling the entire space, making its massive body impossible to ignore.
It seemed like a giant beast that had crawled out from the depths of hell, its three heads raised high, each one appearing ferocious and terrifying, revealing an incomparably vicious expression, as if it wanted to devour all life.
Slobber dripped from the Cerberus's mouth, emitting a strong, fishy stench that was almost unbearable, making one want to escape this terrifying place as quickly as possible.
Hermione's heart was filled with intense fear; she felt as if she was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
She clutched Ron's clothes tightly and said in a trembling voice, "We need to run!"
However, her throat felt as if it was blocked by something, and she couldn't even complete a sentence.
Harry's state at this moment was also terrible; he looked at the Cerberus before him, his legs weak, almost unable to stand steadily.
He fumbled for the doorknob behind him, wanting to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible, but when he saw Ron's calm back, some of the fear in his heart dissipated.
Ron also sensed Hermione and Harry's panic, but he did not lose his composure.
He took a deep breath, then tightly grasped Hermione's hand, signaling her not to worry yet.
Then Ron looked at the Cerberus's panel.
Name: Fluffy
Race: Hellhound
Level: Late-stage Qi Refining / Second-level Demonic Beast
Bloodline: Cerberus Bloodline Purity 2.50%
Ron silently recited this information, and a shock surged in his heart.
He exclaimed, "So Fluffy also possesses the Cerberus bloodline, no wonder it's so terrifying."
Today, Ron's horizons were truly broadened.
Cerberus, the guardian of the underworld in ancient Greek mythology, was said to have three heads and guard the entrance to hell.
Even with only a partial Cerberus bloodline, Fluffy was enough to inspire fear.
Suddenly, it let out a deafening roar:
"Awooo!"
The sound exploded like thunder, echoing in the room, as if to tear the entire space apart.
Harry was scared out of his wits by this sudden roar, and his body uncontrollably fell to the ground.
A strong sense of fear surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to retreat.
He thought: The adventure Ron talked about was facing a Cerberus!
If he had said so earlier, I wouldn't have come.
The three of us are just first-year small wizards, how could we possibly deal with such a powerful Cerberus?
Because Ron was holding her hand tightly, despite the deafening roar of Fluffy the Cerberus, Hermionewas still able to remain standing.
Fluffy's gaping maw suddenly opened, revealing sharp fangs, and it lunged fiercely towards Ron.
Hermione's heart instantly jumped into her throat; she watched Ron nervously, filled with worry.
She hadn't known Ron for long, but ever since she first met him, she had been attracted by his devil-may-care demeanor.
She watched Ron still standing there, motionless.
Hermione took a deep breath, mustered her courage, released Ron's hand, and decided to step forward to protect him.
She pulled out her wand and stood in front of Ron.
Her figure appeared so tiny in front of Fluffy's massive body, yet her eyes were firm and brave.
"Ice Binding Curse!" Hermione whispered the incantation, and a blue light shot from the tip of her wand, heading straight for Fluffy's large mouth.
The Ice Binding Curse had barely frozen Fluffy's mouth before it broke free with its immense strength.
Hermione's heart sank instantly; a feeling of despair surged within her, as if today they would all perish here.
She couldn't help but recall the few short days she had known Ron, her heart filled with regret and reluctance.
"Alright, now it's my turn."
Ron gently patted Hermione's shoulder, his tone exuding confidence.
Upon hearing this, Hermione's eyes reddened, and tears almost spilled out.
She nervously clutched Ron's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly: "Ron, don't be reckless."
Seeing Hermione so worried about him, a warm current flowed through Ron's heart.
He smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, Hermione. How could a Cerberus hurt me so easily?"
Just as Ron was about to make his move, Hermione had stepped in front of him.
She wasn't as strong as I am, yet she didn't hesitate to stand in front of me.
Looking at Hermione's back, Ron's resolve to protect her grew even stronger.
He swore that from now on, he would never let Hermione suffer even the slightest harm.
"You beast, today this old man will subdue you!" Ron roared at the Cerberus.
As if it understood the words, the Cerberus's fury intensified, and its three large mouths, along with its legs, fiercely pounced on Ron.
Ron showed no fear; excitement gleamed in his eyes.
In this world, Ron had never encountered a true opponent.
Seeing the Cerberus so fierce, a desire for challenge surged in his heart.
Ron's body moved, like a Swimming Dragon emerging from water, instantly deploying his exquisite Swimming Dragon Body Technique, fearlessly charging towards the Cerberus.
His speed was extremely fast, almost turning into an afterimage, making it dazzling to behold.
The Cerberus was startled; it had originally thought this human would, like other creatures, choose to flee when facing it.
However, Ron did the opposite, actively rushing towards it.
This made it feel somewhat surprised, and it muttered to itself, "Hmph, not running away but approaching me?"
In the instant the Cerberus was stunned, Ron had already arrived in front of it.
He fiercely kicked the Cerberus's chest, with power as swift as lightning.
Swift as the wind, calm as the forest, aggressive as fire, and unfathomable as the shadow.
The Cerberus was kicked backward by Ron's blow, a sharp pain coming from its chest.
It let out a low growl, clearly shocked by Ron's strength.
"Ho, quite thick-skinned, aren't you!" Ron looked at the Cerberus and exclaimed.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; he hadn't expected this Cerberus's defense to be so strong, able to withstand five-tenths of his power.
Is this the strength of late-stage Qi Refining?
Harry and Hermione were completely dumbfounded; they had originally thought they would perish here today.
Ron's flying kick, however, had kicked open a path to survival for them.
They looked at Ron's agile figure, a joy of surviving a disaster surging in their hearts.
Hermione also wiped away the tears from her face, cheering for Ron.
Ron's figure did not stop; using the momentum from that kick, he launched another fierce attack on the Cerberus.
His movements were agile, sometimes circling behind the Cerberus, sometimes leaping to its head; each attack was precise and powerful.
"Just my Swimming Dragon Body Technique can achieve this effect, as expected, heaven-defying comprehension is truly powerful!"
Although the Cerberus was thick-skinned, under Ron's continuous attacks, it began to show signs of struggling.
Its three heads constantly let out low growls, echoing in the room.
Harry and Hermione watched dumbfounded; they had never seen such a spectacular battle.
The battle continued for a while, and Ron's offensive grew fiercer.
He seized the opportunity and kicked the Cerberus's heart with great force, using eight-tenths of his power for this kick.
"Good dog, how about this heart-piercing kick of mine?"
The Cerberus let out a mournful roar, its massive body swayed a few times, and finally, unable to support itself, it crashed to the ground.
"Is late-stage Qi Refining only this level?" Ron wondered aloud.
Suddenly, red light emanated from the Cerberus's eyes, growing larger and larger, like six large red lanterns.
"What the, is this phase two?"