Ron Weasley Year 4 Novels & Stories

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

“So can we go back or nah?” He nodded. “You may return to school today… if you don’t want to miss the House Sorting Ceremony this evening.” I groaned so hard my soul left my body. “Fucking House Sorting. Seriously? Again with the teen drama rituals?” Thistle squealed like it was Christmas and Halloween had a baby. “Yesss! I can’t wait!” I gave her a deadpan stare. “Betrayal.”

Twilight had descended, and with it the fresh scent of rain in the air. “What do you—” I doubled over as the wind was driven from my lungs by a jolt of magic I hadn’t seen coming. My backpack slipped off my arm and landed with a thud in the wet grass. ORION snatched my wand away. “Here she is!” I tried to suck in air, but my ribcage refused to expand. Tears stung my eyes. Through the glaze, I watched as five forms emerged from the darkness, wands held high.

"You're still so young. You shouldn't even be thinking about these things. You should be making friends and studying for the Witch Academy." Zedekiel frowned. Witch Academy? What did Ron have to do with witches? It then dawned on him that Ron must have been a Witch in the past! But then, how did he not know? He had always thought that Ron was human. Every being had a particular scent to them. Witches smelled like herbs and Ron definitely didn't give off the scent in the past. Zedekiel couldn’t remember him having any particular kind of scent. "I don't want to go to the Witch Academy." Ron grumbled. "You know I barely have any magic. I just want to stay here and be with Zedekiel."

On his way back to the castle, Draco made a mental note to call some locksmiths and charge them with the responsibility of opening the box. He needed to know what was inside it. ___ Denee The air in the stone tomb sizzled, whistling against the walls with intensity. Kneeling in the runic circle of fire was Denee, surrounded by her four males. Only they weren't just males. They were the Last Four. An order of witches that existed in the east. The witches were Denee's traveling companions. The very ones that saved her and her mother when they ran

You got something for me? I approached him, took off the letter, and gave Jax a brief scratch before sending him flying out the open window. When I unfolded the parchment and saw Hermione's precise handwriting, which remained the same after all these years, I grinned. Simply show up at our location at 10 a.m. Teddy is watching the kids. Nora, as you are aware, may arrive late. ~Hermione The news of the newest member of the Weasley family made me and Harry happy. Given that Ron and Hermione believed they were done having children, Nora had come as a surprise. But Nora had other ideas, and she was born about a year ago.

She always looked down on the rest of her classmates, especially me. I did not want to say much else to her, but we were in the company, so I still had to ask her a question according to procedure. “Mr. Stone is in a meeting. Do you have an appointment, Miss Lorde?” Flora giggled as if she heard something funny. “Willow, are you an idiot? “You were at the door yesterday, weren’t you? You must have heard what Ron said.” I looked up at her in disbelief. She seemed to be delighted by my expression. With a smirk, she walked over to me. “Ron knows too. He even said you were. A. Bother.

The three younger siblings already have their own homes, even the youngest Keiran Malachy also lived in his own apartment. "Why is your face so scary?" Zuria asked suddenly to make the Son surprised. Weylin stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his mother, "There was a witch who made my day worse." Zuria Malachy laughed suddenly, “Weylin, are you a child who is only four years old?” Weylin replied, "Hm. She does look like an evil witch, Mother. Are you asleep by the way?" "Yes, fine. As you wish. Already, why?" Zuria asked back while drinking the chamomile tea that her maid had just served her.

Then how. Knowing my concern from my face he replied with a change in his tone-" I remember when little Jonny was in our school. He was the best student we had. And then he met your mother outside this world and they fell in love, that was the time, he got caught reciting spell outside the school to engrave their names in this wand. He was punished. But he still wanted to have the wand. During his last days this at this school, he lost his wand and was sad for many days. Luckily I, who found it, kept it safe here. And today you must take it."

I glanced at the group of witches who were chatting happily and advanced towards them. It was probably because Bennet was in the spotlight, but it was much easier to glean information about him. I quickly discovered an interesting nugget of information from others. Bennet had a younger brother named Alan, who was only eleven years old. Although he belonged to the lineage of a wizard, he had no magical power. He attended a human school like an ordinary human, and Alan was the only living member of Bennet’s family. Since Bennet was only family, I assumed he had to care a lot about his brother.