Don't mention it, this direction has indeed caught Ron's attention.
"I think this idea is pretty good." Ron praised in agreement, "At least it should be a reliable idea—anyway, I'm intrigued... Of course, I think besides this necessary gimmick, we could arrange some other gimmicks, like Hermione should come up with a stage name—"
"Stage name?" Hermione chewed over the term.
"Just a fake name," Ron said, "Like the name I use on Witch Letter—Ronald the pepper, Pepper Ronald, you could pick something similar, like..."
"Hermione Khan?" Hermione suddenly picked a nonsensical name.
"Why Khan?" Luna asked curiously.
"Because I was interested in grasslanders for a while," Hermione answered honestly, "Also, the centaur leaders seem to be called Khan, I even confirmed this with Blunze."
"That's not quite suitable," Luna said ethereally, offering a suggestion, "Perhaps you could be called 'Hermione Khan the younger', Little Hermione Khan?"
"Good idea." Hermione nodded quickly, "Then it'll be that—Little Hermione Khan, I like this name very much, as for the avatar, let's use Jack."
Nearby, Jack the garlic chicken, amusing himself with a cat, suddenly squawked.
"Next is finalizing the content, like your opening speech, and your explanation content... I think it should be humorous and interesting, what do you say?" Ron proposed again.
Hermione nodded, accepting Ron's suggestion.
"Alright, I'll write the draft first." She said, "After I finish, I'll read it to you... if you all think it's uninteresting, then it's probably really not promising..."
Everyone exchanged glances and shrugged together.
After Hermione sat down on one side, Luna also left the Gryffindor common room, although Neville was a bit reluctant.
Ron sat beside Harry and began to study, once again he came across the "Divine Shadowless Blade" spell.
They sat by the common room fireplace, and those who were still awake were sixth-year students, today somewhat excited: after returning from dinner, they found a new notice posted on the bulletin board, announcing the date for the Illusionary Appearance exam.
Before the first exam (April 21), students who have turned seventeen can sign up to participate in special training at Hogwarts (under strict supervision).
Ron looked at the notice and panicked, although he could perform Illusionary Appearance normally, he was still nervous and worried he wouldn't pass the exam.
Hermione was more confident about it, as long as she succeeded, she had no self-doubt.
As for Harry... no one would think he wouldn't succeed.
Neville seemed unconcerned because he still had four months before he turned seventeen, regardless of whether he'd practiced or not, he couldn't take the exam.
Or rather, his mind was entirely occupied with Luna.
After wasting a lot of time worrying about Illusionary Appearance, Ron and Neville were painfully writing a particularly difficult paper for Professor Slughorn, Harry and Hermione had finished long ago.
Sitting not far away, thinking for a long time without any ideas, Hermione moved back to sit over here.
"How do you spell 'taunt'?" Ron asked, staring at the parchment, shaking the feather pen furiously, "It's not 'peachtree bank'—"
"No," Hermione said as she pulled Ron's paper, "'divination' is also not 'Ancient Ten'. What pen are you using?"
"It's Fred and George's typo-correcting pen... but I think the magic is starting to fail..."
"It must be," Hermione pointed at his paper title, "We were supposed to write about how to deal with Dementors, not about 'dig mud marshes', and I don't remember when you changed your name to 'Ron Bird Watkins'.
"What?!" Ron stared in horror at the parchment, "Please don't make me rewrite it!"
"It's okay, we can fix it." Hermione said, pulling the paper over and drawing out her magic wand.
"I love you, Hermione." Ron said, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione's face reddened slightly, she glanced at Neville and Harry surreptitiously, finding Neville still entangled with his paper and Harry watching her and Ron with an amused look.
Then, she glared at Harry.
Harry was a bit baffled, why are you glaring at me?
Glaring at me, does that cover up what's happening between you and Ron?
"I have to say," Ron muttered, "Hermione is indeed different from before. If it were first or second year, she would have shouted at me about writing it myself; if it were third or fourth year, she would have angrily glared at me and been jumping mad—fifth year is just off the charts, but sixth year is really different."
"How so?" Harry looked amusedly at the self-deceiving Hermione, then saw Ron proficiently taking out and unlocking his phone, "I suggest you play fewer games, especially when Hermione is helping you with your paper."
Ron immediately sat up straight and rebutted, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm only looking up information—Hermione, don't look at me like that, see, am I not looking up information?"
Saying that, he glared fiercely at Harry.
Harry then pulled a face at Ron.
Messing with a buddy like this is absolutely the most amusing thing in the world.
...
On the night of March 11th, Ron was still thinking of dragging Harry along to get something to eat.