HP Magic Biography

In fact, just as Fan Lin thought at the beginning, Harry's super popularity made the selection last almost the whole morning. It seemed that half of Gryffindor House was out, from first-years to seventh-years.

The latter included a large, stiff-haired boy whom Harry recognized instantly, having seen him on the Hogwarts Express.

We met on the train, in old Slug's box, he said confidently, stepping out of the crowd to shake Harry's hand. Cormac McLaggen, goalie.

You didn't try out last year, did you? Harry asked, noticing that McLaggen's shoulders were wide enough to block all three goals without moving.

I was in the hospital when they were trying out last year, McLaggen said arrogantly. I lost a bet and ate a pound of vixen eggs.

Okay, Harry said. Well...you wait over there...

He pointed to a corner of the field, where Fan Lin and Hermione were sitting. He seemed to see a flicker of exasperation on McLaggen's face, and Harry wondered if McLaggen thought they were getting some special treatment because they were all 'Old Slug''s favorite students.

Following Fan Lin's suggestion, Harry started with the most basic test. He divided all the applicants into groups of ten and asked them to fly around the stadium.

Clearly, this was a good idea: the first group was first graders, obviously, who had hardly ever flown before. Only one boy managed to hold more ground in the air and he crashed into a goal post in a panic.

The second group consisted of ten of the silliest girls Harry had ever seen, and after Harry blew the whistle, they just giggled loudly and clutched at each other. The girl named Romilda Venn was among them.

Harry asked them to leave the pitch, and they did so happily, swarming into the stands and laughing at everyone else who was left.

The third group crashed into a pile when they were halfway around the field. Most of the fourth group did not bring broomsticks.

The people in the fifth group were all Hufflepuffs.

If there are people here who are not Gryffindors, Harry roared, and he became a little annoyed, please leave immediately! After a moment of silence, several Ravenclaw students ran out quickly. On the court, while laughing wheezingly.

After two hours of whining and a few tantrums—one of which broke a Comet 20 and shattered a few teeth—Harry finally found three Chasers: Katie. Bale returned to the team after a stellar test, rookie Demelza Robbins was particularly good at avoiding Bludgers, and Ginny Weasley, who had been on the team throughout the selection process They all performed very well and scored 7 goals.

Although Harry was happy with his choice, he shouted hoarsely at the numerous protesters, and now he had to repeat a similar brawl with the knocked-out batsmen.

That's my final decision, and I'll put a spell on any of you who won't make way for the goalkeeper selection! Harry roared. None of the hitters he picked had the brilliance of veterans Fred and George, but he was satisfied: Jimmy Peake, a short, broad-shouldered third-grader who hit Bludgers hard. To the back of Harry's head, making a lump the size of an egg bulge on Harry's head, and Richie Coot, scrawny looking but good at aiming. They now joined Katie, Demelza, and Ginny, sitting in the stands to watch the selection of the last member of the team.

Harry deliberately left the selection of the goalkeeper at the end. He hoped that some people on the field could walk away so that their pressure would be less.

Unfortunately, now all the losers and some people who just finished breakfast are joined in the crowd, so there are even more people watching. Every goalkeeper bursts into the goal equally loudly. laugh at.

Harry glanced at the nervous Ron; Harry thought winning the last game last term had cured Ron of that problem,

But obviously not: Ron's face was green.

None of the top five players made more than two saves, and to Harry's great disappointment, Cormac McLaggen saved four of his five free throws. But he went all the wrong way when he saved the last ball; there was a burst of laughter and boos from the crowd, and McLaghan returned to the ground through gritted teeth.

Ron seemed to be about to pass out when he rode Sweeping Seven Stars.

Good luck! cried a voice from the crowd in the stands. Harry looked around, hoping that it was Van Lin and Hermione, but very unexpectedly, what Harry saw was Lavender Brown.

Could it be that what Fan Lin said was true?

Among the four of them, he will soon be the only one left...

Harry pushed the horrible thought out of his head, but in fact, it didn't help, Ron was tense and exploded...

Harry wanted to hide his face in his hands like Lavender did, but as a captain, he should be a little tougher, so he turned his head to watch Ron's experiment.

But to Harry's surprise, it looked like he had nothing to worry about: Ron made a save, two, three, four, five in a row!

Harry was delighted, and with difficulty he refrained from joining the cheering crowd. Harry wanted to turn around and tell McLaggen that, unfortunately, Ron had beaten him, only to find McLaggen's flushed face inches away from him, and Harry took a few steps back.

His sister wasn't really hitting the ball at all, McLaggen said viciously, the veins in his temples swelled, the way Harry had often seen it on Uncle Vernon's face. The balls she gave him were all easy saves.

Nonsense, said Harry coldly.

He almost missed it. McLaggen took another step closer, and this time Harry didn't back down. Let me try again.

No, said Harry. You've tried once. You've made four. And Ron has made five. Ron's goalie, he's earned the position squarely. Get out of the way. For a moment he thought McLaggen would use the Punch him, but he just twists his face into an ugly look and walks away growling, sounding like he's mad at the air. Harry turned to find his new team members watching him slightly.

Good job, he said hoarsely. You're flying really well—

You did a great job, Ron!

Fan Lin and Hermione also came over at this time. Although Fan Lin's expression was a little strange, in fact, Harry was also immersed in the joy of being able to bring Ron back into the team.

Ron looked extremely pleased with himself, and he grinned at everyone, seeming taller than usual. After agreeing to hold the first team training next Thursday, Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione said goodbye to the rest of the team and walked to Hagrid's hut.

The light rain finally stopped, and the wet sun struggled to squeeze out from behind the clouds. Harry was starving; he wished Hagrid had something to eat.

I think I almost missed the fourth ball, said Ron cheerfully. Demelza's shot was tricky, you see, put a little spin on it—

Yeah, yeah...well, bangbang!

But this sounds weird... Ron was a little dazed...

Well, maybe it's my accent...

Oh, congratulations anyway, Ron. Hermione said with a smile, and pushed Fan Lin to the back.

I'm better than that McLaggen anyway, Ron said with great satisfaction. Did you see him clumsily move in the wrong direction on the fifth ball? It's like he's under the Confusion Charm...

Uh... yes, yes... Fan Lin shook his head and pulled Hermione away.

...

That kid is too arrogant! Hermione said dissatisfied.

You don't like it? Oh, that's fine...

Then Fan Lin casually pointed...

That's all right.

...

A tall gray hippogriff was tethered in front of Hagrid's hut, and Buckbeak saw the four of them approaching, smacked its sharp beak, and turned its huge head around.

My God, said Hermione nervously. It's still kind of scary, isn't it?

Come on, you've been riding it, haven't you? said Ron. Harry stepped forward, bowed to the hippogriff, and stared at it without blinking. A few seconds later, Buckbeak also bowed.

Are you all right? Harry asked quietly, stroking its feathered head.

Ow! Buckbeak yelled loudly, the Hippogriff was still very friendly to his human friends, and this also reminded Hagrid.

Hagrid came striding around the corner of the hut, wearing a huge flowered apron and carrying a sack of potatoes. Fang, his great hound, followed; Fang gave a bark and sprang forward.

Stay away from it! It'll bite your fingers off—oh. You guys.

Fangya jumped between Hermione and Fan Lin, trying to lick their ears.

Hagrid took one look at them, then turned and strode into the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

My God! Hermione looked devastated.

Don't worry, Fan Lin said helplessly. Obviously, Hagrid had lost his temper, and he didn't really want to see them.

Fan Lin walked over and knocked loudly on the door. Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!

There was no sound from inside.

If you don't open the door, we'll blow it open! Fan Lin drew out his wand.

Fan Lin, what are you doing! Hermione sounded shocked. You can't—

Of course I can! Fan Lin said. This is not the first time, and if some people continue, I think this is not the last time, now, stand back—

But before Fan Lin could say the spell, the door opened again.

Hagrid stood there glaring at everyone, looking absolutely terrifying despite his flowered apron.

I'm a teacher! he yelled at Harry. A teacher, Al! How dare you threaten to blow me up...

I'm sorry, Mr. Hagrid, said Van Lin, putting his wand back into his robes, pronouncing the last word deliberately. Hagrid looked shocked.

Since when did you start calling me 'sir'?

Since when did you start calling me 'Al'? Or do you think you can just keep hiding like this, Hagrid?

Oh, very clever, Hagrid muttered gruffly. Very interesting. I got scammed by you guys, didn't I? Well, come on in, you ungrateful little…

He grunted vaguely and stepped back to let them in. Hermione walked in after Fan Lin, looking terrified.

So? said Hagrid grumpily, and Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione sat down around his huge wooden table, and Fang immediately put his head on Harry's lap, dripping all over his mouth. robe.

What is this? Saying sorry to me? Thinking I'm lonely or something?

No, Harry said quickly. We want to see you.

We missed you! said Hermione tremblingly.

Miss me, huh? Hagrid snorted. Yeah. All right. He plodded up and down the room, making tea in his huge copper teapot, muttering all the time. Finally he threw four bucket-sized cups with brown-red tea in them and a plate of rock cakes in front of them.

Harry was hungry enough to endure Hagrid's cooking, and he grabbed a piece right away.

Hagrid, said Hermione timidly, as Hagrid sat down with them at the table, peeling the potatoes as savagely as if every potato had a grudge against him. Look, we'd really like to get on with Care of Fantastic Creatures.

Hagrid snorted again.

Fan Lin felt even more fortunate that it was just potatoes, and at the same time secretly glad that they didn't stay for dinner, Hagrid's cooking skills... You can't expect a giant's taste buds to be as moderate as a normal person's.

We really do! said Hermione. But none of us will be able to fit it into our schedule!

Yeah. All right, Hagrid said again.

Suddenly there was a strange creaking sound, and they all looked around: Hermione screamed, Ron jumped out of his chair, and scrambled around the table to avoid a large bucket in the corner far away, they Just noticed it.

Inside was a bucket full of what looked like foot-long maggots; slimy, white, writhing and writhing inside.

What are those, Hagrid? Harry tried to make his question sound more interested than disgusted, but he put the rock pie down anyway.

Just giant maggots, said Hagrid.

Will they grow into...? Ron looked worried, the experience of the snail seemed like yesterday...

Nothing will grow, said Hagrid. I will feed Aragog with them.

Without any warning, he suddenly burst into tears. Hagrid! cried Hermione, and she walked around the table to Hagrid's side, patting Hagrid's shaking shoulder lightly.

What's wrong?

It's...it's... Hagrid whimpered, wiping his face with his skirt, his beetle-black eyes filled with tears. It's... Aragog... I think it's dying... It's been sick all summer, I don't think it's going to get better... I don't know what to do if it... if it... we're together We've been together for so long...

Hermione patted Hagrid on the shoulder, looking completely at a loss for what to say. Harry knew how she felt. He remembered Hagrid giving his ferocious little dragon a teddy bear, seeing him take care of a group of giant scorpions with suckers and stingers, and seeing him try to communicate with his murderous giant brother, but maybe it was The most incomprehensible of his penchant for keeping monsters: Aragog, the giant talking spider that dwells deep in the Forbidden Forest, from which they had a narrow escape four years ago.

Is there... is there anything we can do to help? Hermione asked, ignoring Fan Lin's frantic winks and shaking of his head, that big spider, in fact, if it wasn't for Hagrid, that guy's research would be damned...

I don't think so, Hermione, Hagrid choked out, trying to hold back tears. Look, the rest of the clan... Aragog's clan... they're a bit weird after it got sick... a little restless...

Yeah, I think we've seen them do that too, whispered Ron.

...I don't think it's safe for anyone to go there at this time but me. After finishing speaking, Hagrid took his apron and blew his nose vigorously, then looked up. But thank you for your concern, Hermione...it's very important...

The atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot afterward, and even though no one showed any interest in meeting a giant murderous spider and feeding it huge maggots, Hagrid still took it for granted that they were willing to do it, So he regained himself.

Ah, I already knew you'd have a hard time cramming me into your timetables, he said gruffly, refilling their tea. Even if you apply for a time-turner—

Actually, we can't use it either. Fan Lin said, In the Ministry of Magic, the battle took place in the Hall of Time. You should know that the battle directly destroyed two departments...

Ah, well then, said Hagrid. You can't make it...I'm sorry I—you know—I'm worried about Aragog...and I'm thinking, maybe if Professor Graplan taught you—

The four of them had made it clear to Hagrid that Professor Graplan, who had tutored him a few times, was terrible, and he looked quite happy when they said goodbye to Hagrid's cabin in the dusk.