"Braun."
Braun put down the fork in his hand and looked up at the little boy who looked cowering.
Looking at his freckles and the look of cringing compared to the other Weasleys, Braun knew who he was in an instant.
"What's wrong? Ron? Is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just last time. What you said..."
Ron whispered embarrassedly.
Braun tried to remember the conversation that the original Braun had with Ron.
Then he suddenly recalled what Ron wanted to bring up:
"Of course, wait until we're done! When the time comes, i will show you the new broom from the latest series that my dad bought me! "
Ron was a little excited.
His cheeks were flushed just like hair.
He then lowered his voice:
"Fantastic Braun! I've following the news in the newspapers about their listing for a long time. "
Ron is a die-hard Quidditch fan.
He was very excited at the thought of flying the latest broom.
Braun shrugged:
"As long as you like it."
He didn't have much love for flying brooms or for Quidditch.
In his previous life, he didn't like the game and how it was described in the book very much.
One is because the sport is so brutal. The other is that he thinks the sport is silly.
As long as you don't catch the golden snitch, you can't end the game.
The longest game in history was played for two whole days.
And all those wizards in the spectator seats actually stayed in the stadium and watched until the golden snitch was actually caught.
God, that was so stupid.
But thinking of the barren entertainment industry of wizards, Braun was less disdainful of them but became more sympathetic to their plight.
But if they have a TV, it won't be like that.
"Mom, we're done eating and are going out to play!"
Braun wiped his mouth with a napkin from the dining table.
Waving at Millie, who was still chatting.
The same goes for Ron.
After obtaining the consent of their respective parents, the two young boys hurried out of the dining room and entered the garden outside the castle.
"Seriously, Ron, should we wear more layers? I feel a little cold. "
Looking at the snow-covered meadows and frozen gardens, Braun sighed into his hands. He wore only a single shirt since he was not planning on running outside the cozy castle.
It was fine to stay in the castle, but as soon as they came out, it was a little cold.
"Braun! Don't think about it, let's go see the broom quickly! "
Ron said excitedly while shaking. Though he was also very cold, his love for the flying broom still made the heat in his heart overcome the cold.
"Okay, okay. If you insist " Braun gave way to his fired up cousin.
Two people running in the snow.
After a while, they arrived outside a small wooden house.
After opening the door, Braun pulled Ron inside with him.
Braun is now more comfortable feeling the warmth of the wooden house.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the original body would have been reckless... Relatively less reckless when compared to his cousin, he would have returned home for more comfortable winter clothes before running through the snow.
And if he hadn't had a good relationship with Ron, he would never do such a stupid thing.
He almost froze half to death.
" Braun! It's amazing! "
Ron looked at a delicate broom in front of him and said intoxicatedly.
"Can I touch it?"
"Of course, you can take it for a ride for a while if you want. But I suggest you don't do it today, it's too cold and I'm afraid you'll catch a cold..."
"Really? That's great! This is amazing! "
Watch Ron touch the broom in fascination, Braun knew what he had just said was in vain.
Forget that if he wants to fly, let him fly.
Anyway, it's not him who is going to catch a cold.
"Braun, look at the branches in the broom, each one is said to be hand-picked.
And the trunk of the broom, isn't it perfect to the touch?
It's all handmade! And here! "
Ron pointed to a broom marker:
"The newly invented miniature magic brand is engraved with the symbol of magic solidification.
This is a technology that has just appeared! "
Braun looked confused. The original Braun also didn't like Quidditch in the first place.
As there has been no magic outbreak, using a flying broom is even more absurd.
So he didn't understand what Ron was saying.
But looking at Ron's reaction, this broom in front of him turned out to be good.
Braun waved his hand nonchalantly:
"Since you like it, you can take this broom as my gift for you."
"Really, really?"
Ron's tone was a little excited.
But soon the excitement drained and he said with a little regret:
"No, it's better for you to keep it."
"What's wrong? Don't you like it? "
Braun was a little confused by his response, after all, Ron looked like he was enchanted by the broom just now.
That look was like meeting his soul mate or like a long-lost love.
"It's too expensive, my mother won't let me get it."
Though Ron didn't know the price of this exact broom, he did know the price of a broom.
A new broom like this would have to cost minimum two hundred gold gallons.
You must know that his monthly pocket money is only a few copper coins.