Ron's sulking was quickly noticed by Harry, but he was also somewhat helpless.
"Ron." He sighed quietly in his heart.
His roommate might be a bit sensitive and have low self-esteem because his family wasn't very wealthy and had many children, so he often got angry over small things.
Although he hated Malfoy and the others and thought there were indeed few good people in Slytherin, Harry was still a bit more rational than Ron and wouldn't generalize everyone.
Take this matter for example. Harry actually felt Ethan Jones made some sense, although he supported Snape and thought he wasn't the one trying to harm him.
Although based on subjective feelings, this matter seemed to be settled. After all, Hermione and Ron both saw Snape staring at him and chanting spells.
But he had to admit Ethan Jones was right about one thing—Hermione couldn't confirm that he was safe and sound solely because she set Snape's robes on fire.
Harry didn't see it with his own eyes either; he was flying in the air. But with the current two-against-two situation, he actually leaned more towards Ron and Hermione, after all, Ron was closer to him.
Of course, he was now trying hard to find evidence to prove that Snape not only wanted to kill him but also wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, thereby proving Ethan Jones wrong.
On Ethan Jones's side, his view of Harry had also changed a lot.
When he first awakened his memory, he thought Harry was a pitiful but trouble-making child, better to avoid to prevent getting involved in unnecessary trouble.
But after getting along, he found that although he might have shortcomings, his strengths were also obvious. He was an upright and brave person. Although sometimes reckless, he could definitely become a friend.
Time flowed quickly in this slightly awkward atmosphere.
After noon, they separated. Those who should go to the library went to study, and those who should go to the Common Room went to play.
The free time of the weekend ended quickly, and the weekly cycle began again.
Perhaps the last probe was relatively successful, so Quirrell kept him after class again in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
However, Ethan Jones, endorsed by Snape this time, wasn't full of fear like the first two times.
He grabbed Quirrell and asked some questions he encountered during his practice, hoping to get answers.
Some of these questions were simple, and Quirrell answered them quickly. Some were more difficult; he thought for a while and barely gave an answer. But some questions really stumped him. He stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything substantial.
"These questions are, are a bit tricky. I, I need some time to think. Wait, wait until after next class, I'll write the answers for you." Because of Ethan Jones's gaze, Quirrell felt a bit embarrassed.
"Alright, let's ask up to here for today. Actually, I have some other questions I want to ask. Let's talk about them next class." Ethan Jones shrugged helplessly.
"Ask all the questions, all of them. I'll answer you together next class." Quirrell frowned and urged.
"Okay, then I'll say it." Ethan Jones rattled off a lot.
Quirrell quickly took notes with a quill. After confirming there were no other questions, he let him go.
When meeting face-to-face with Quirrell again the second week, he was completely different from last week.
Holding a stack of answers to the questions, Quirrell talked eloquently, answering the questions he raised clearly one by one.
Although he still stammered a bit when speaking, perhaps to let him hear the content better and avoid ambiguity, the frequency of stammering was significantly reduced.
Ethan Jones was elated hearing this and took notes incessantly.
Looking at Ethan Jones's admiring gaze, Quirrell felt somewhat floated.
To hide, he disguised himself as a stuttering eccentric. Every day he received contemptuous and disdainful looks. When had anyone ever looked at him with such admiration?
Finally, with a wave of his hand, Quirrell handed the finished materials to Ethan Jones: "Go back and study hard."
"Professor, Professor! Is there a spell in Dark Magic that allows people to fly?" Ethan Jones took the opportunity to ask a question he had been eyeing for a long time.
"Fly?" Quirrell was stunned. He had never seen anyone fly without using tools like broomsticks: "I'll, I'll check the materials again and reply to you next class."
Judging from the stinging pain in the back of his head, Voldemort obviously knew the answer.
"Okay, Professor! Then I'll go first." From Quirrell's inconspicuous frown just now, he knew Voldemort gave him some stimulation. Presumably, his dream of flying was secure.
Sure enough, after class the next week, Quirrell not only gave him the training method for the Flight spell but also gave him many extended spells related to this spell.
"This, this is the training method for the Flight spell I found in the book. You try it yourself first. If, if there's anything you don't understand, come ask me again." Obviously, Quirrell didn't understand what was written in it, otherwise he should have explained it to Ethan Jones first.Time flowed steadily until Christmas.
Every Tuesday at noon, Ethan Jones told Professor Quirrell about the problems he encountered in practicing the Flight spell, and he answered them the following week.
Every Saturday, he followed Snape to learn potion brewing. He had learned more potion material processing techniques and the brewing of various standard potions. A conservative estimate was that he had surpassed the level of a third year.
On Sundays, there were also spell practices with Hermione and the others, and chats with Hagrid. Life was fulfilling and beautiful.
Until Christmas approached.
On the day before Christmas, the Great Hall was decorated in Christmas style again.
The Christmas trees Hagrid brought were hung with glittering icicles, and the walls were covered with festoons of holly and mistletoe.
"Oh, am I leaving Hogwarts temporarily so soon? I'm happy to see Mom and Dad, but I really can't bear to leave Hogwarts. If only they could come to Hogwarts too."
Yesterday, the notice prohibiting the use of magic during the holidays had been distributed to them.
This was the real reason he couldn't bear to leave.
Ethan Jones ate dinner reluctantly. Although he was going home for the holidays tomorrow, he had already begun to miss these days when he could cast spells freely.
Draco glanced at him: "I can cast spells at home without being warned. Pure-blood families just have advantages over other mixed-bloods."
He lowered his head and ate silently with some happiness. Having been teased by Ethan Jones several times this semester, he didn't dare show his sense of superiority in front of Ethan Jones.
After all, the experience of this half semester let him know that if he really did something that made Ethan Jones unhappy, he really had various weird ways to make him uncomfortable.
But the more he feared something, the more likely it was to happen. Whether his gaze was discovered or not, Ethan Jones took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.