HP Magic Biography

In fact, a full night of cranky thinking isn't without consequences.

Harry woke up the next morning a little dazed, having had a series of dreams last night in which Ron was chasing him with the batter's bat, saying that he and Ginny...

Fan Lin and Hermione also watched with cold eyes. Hermione hugged Ginny with her arms, and Ginny was crying...

It's all his meow...

Harry wasn't very happy when he woke up. In fact, after a night of being chased and beaten in his dreams, he was always very tired the next day.

But at noon, he was very happy to meet the real Ron, who not only treated Ginny and Dean coldly, but also sneered at Fan Lin and Hermione.

In fact, it's not really cynicism, but looking at Ron's appearance, he doesn't seem to be interested in doing anything, no matter who is blasted by his sister...

Speaking of which, is it self-inflicted?

Facts have proved that this has a great impact on Ron's mentality, and in Harry's eyes, there is absolutely nothing worse than this.

And Ron's hostility didn't fade away over the next few days. To make matters worse, it further affected Ron's goalkeeping skills, which made him even more irritable, so that in the final training session before Saturday's game, he failed to defend every ball the Chaser fired at him. , but yelled at everyone and made Demelza cry.

You shut up and leave her alone! cried Pix, who was only two-thirds Ron's height, but with a heavy bat in his hand.

Enough! roared Harry, seeing Ginny glaring in Ron's direction, and remembering her superb Batman spell, Harry rushed over before things got out of hand. Pixar, go and put away the Bludger. Demelza, cheer up, you played well today. Ron...

He waited for the rest of the team to walk away and said, You're my best mate, but if you keep doing this to everyone else, I'm going to kick you off the team.

For a moment he thought Ron was going to hit him, but then something worse happened: Ron slumped on the broomstick, all fighting spirit gone, and he said, I quit. I'm a wretch.

You're not a wretch, and you can't quit! said Harry sharply, grabbing Ron by the front of his hand. You can hold any ball when you are in good shape. You have a mental problem!

You mean I'm crazy?

Yeah, maybe! They stared at each other for a moment, then Ron shook his head wearily. I know you don't have time to find a new goalkeeper, so I'll be playing tomorrow, but if we lose - which we certainly will - I'll leave automatically.

Nothing Harry said changed anything.

In fact, Ron didn't intend to find problems from himself at all, at least in Fan Lin's view, Ron has been throwing the blame...

And this has also been recognized by everyone.

Something had been wrong with Ron from the start of the term, and, in fact, it might have been partly Slughorn's fault.

Of the four of them, Hermione was invited, while Harry and Van Lin entered Slughorn's list early. Although neither of them wanted to go, there was no doubt that Slughorn reserved them for the two of them. seat, and none of that mattered to Ron.

What Slughorn did was very obvious. In his eyes, Ron was useless to him, so he naturally ignored it.

It was hard to say whether this was true, but it was clear that Slughorn was under no obligation to care what Ron was thinking.

But the influence on Ron was really bad, probably because of jealousy, and when he met Ginny.

It's hard to say, what kind of state of mind is Ron, maybe it's a deformed desire to protect?

But Ginny didn't buy it. Obviously, this was not a reasonable request. During the conflict, the inner defenses of both parties were disintegrated, and the negative emotions that had been accumulated for a long time erupted together.

It felt like being under the influence of Peter Pettigrew with the Imperius Curse.

This is definitely bad news for the team, and Ron seems to have made up his mind to quit the team, which is definitely very difficult for Harry.

Harry had been trying to improve Ron's self-confidence during dinner, but Ron was busy roughing everything up. Harry persisted through the night in the common room, but the rest of the team huddled in a far corner, complaining loudly and throwing disgusted looks at Ron, completely undermined Harry's claim that the team Can't do without Ron's thesis.

Finally Harry feigned anger again, hoping to provoke Ron's rebellious mind to guard the door, but the tactic didn't seem to work any more than encouragement; Ron went to sleep dejected and hopeless.

Harry lay awake for a long time in the dark. He didn't want to lose tomorrow's match; not only because it was his first match as captain, but also because even if he couldn't prove his suspicions about Draco Malfoy, he still wanted to beat him at Quidditch.

But if Ron plays like he's been doing the last couple of practices, their chances of winning are pretty slim... if he can get Ron up and play at his best... something's going to make sure Ron Had a very lucky day...Harry suddenly had an idea and came up with the answer.

Breakfast time the next day was as exciting as ever; the Slytherins booed every Gryffindor player as they walked into the Great Hall.

Harry glanced at the pale blue clear sky above the ceiling: it was a good sign.

The Gryffindor table was packed with students in red and gold, who cheered as Harry and Ron approached.

Harry grinned and waved; Ron grimaced and shook his head.

You look relaxed? Fan Lin looked at Harry strangely. If anyone could be in the same bad mood as Ron now, obviously, only Harry was left.

Oh, of course, I don't think I will lose. Harry said, sitting next to Fan Lin, looking happy.

Cheer up, Ron! Lavender called to him. I knew you'd be great!

Ron ignored her.

Oh, don't be like this, Ron. Fan Lin said, putting away the breakfast reserved for Hermione, Today is a game, if it looks like this...

Stop it, Fan Lin. Harry shook his head and said in a restrained manner, then squeezed between the two of them.

You are……

I have a plan. Harry smiled strangely.

It was weird. To be honest, it was very discordant on Harry's body, but when he saw the bright bottle in Harry's hand, Fan Lin knew what Harry wanted to do in an instant.

Some tea? Harry ignored Fan Lin and continued to ask Ron. Coffee? Pumpkin juice?

Anything, said Ron sullenly, taking a bite of toast. A few minutes later Hermione - she was tired of Ron's recent obnoxious behavior, so she didn't come down to have breakfast with them.

At the last moment, Hermione still made it to Fan Lin's side, and then Fan Lin brought out the food naturally...

This should not be an excessive move.

How do you two feel? Hermione smiled at Fan Lin, then turned her head.

I don't know who the girl learned from. As soon as she turned her face, Hermione's expression became serious, especially when facing Ron. The most important thing in Quidditch, besides the hunter, is the goalkeeper up.

Harry needn't have worried, but that wasn't the case with Ron.

Oh, sure, good! Harry was carefully handing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice.

Come on, Ron. Drink it up.

Ron had just raised the glass to his lips when Hermione screamed, Don't drink that, Ron! Harry and Ron both looked up at her.

Why? said Ron. Hermione stared at Harry in disbelief. What did you put in your drink just now?

What did you say? Harry said. You heard what I said. I saw you just now. You poured something into Ron's drink, and you still have that bottle in your hand!

I don't know what you're talking about, said Harry, pocketing the vial quickly.

Ron, I'm warning you, don't drink it! Hermione said in horror, but Ron was now very resistant to any suggestions or... orders, he took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, and said, Don't Give orders in front of me, Hermione.

Hermione looked disgusted, and she bent down to Harry and whispered, You should be fired. I never believed you would do that, Harry!

Calm down, Hermione, Harry whispered, It's just a kind...

Oh, you are... Hermione was a little angry, obviously, she couldn't accept Harry's method.

Leave it to me, you should go, Harry. Fan Lin said, looking at Hermione who left angrily. Obviously, it is not appropriate to entrust this kind of job to anyone.

It's almost time, said Harry cheerfully. They strode across the frosty grass, crunching under their feet. Lucky for the weather, isn't it? Harry asked Ron.

Yeah, Ron said pale and looked a little sick. Ginny and Demelza had put on their Quidditch robes and were waiting in the changing room.

Things look ideal, said Ginny, ignoring Ron. Guess what? Slytherin Chaser Vesey - he got hit on the head by a Bludger during training yesterday and it hurts so badly. Participated in the competition! Even better - Malfoy is sick too!

What? Harry turned to stare at her. Is he sick? Why is he sick?

Don't know, but it's in our favor, said Ginny cheerfully. They put in Harper; he's in my grade and an idiot!

Harry smiled vaguely at her, but his mind left Quidditch as he put on his bright red jersey.

Malfoy had been sidelined once due to injury, but at that time he switched the match to a more favorable time for Slytherins. Why would he let a substitute play now? Is he really sick? Still pretending?

Suspicious, isn't it? he whispered to Ron. Malfoy isn't coming to the game.

I think it's luck, said Ron, looking a little animated, and Vesey can't come, he's their best shooter, I don't like him- hey!

Ron froze suddenly, lucky... lucky...

I...you... Ron lowered his voice; looking both terrified and excited, my drink...my pumpkin juice...don't you...?

Harry raised his eyebrows, but just said, We're starting in five minutes, and you'd better put your boots on.

Ron looked a little excited, which made Ron tremble a little. With his slightly pale face, he didn't look like a normal athlete at all.

What's wrong with you? Harry looked at Ron nervously.

No...it's okay. Ron glanced at the other team members secretly, I mean, I feel very helpful now, it can't be better.

Ron said, clenched his fist vigorously, I think we can leave.

...

Why did you let Harry do this? This is... Hermione said a little angrily, brooding over what Harry had done.

Felicia is banned in all sports. After Fanlin thoroughly figured out the efficacy of Felicia, although Slughorn exaggerated about it, in fact, Felicia is better than stimulants. Much better.

As a kind of potion, the so-called good luck that Felix Elixir can bring is mainly to improve your abilities in various aspects, such as social skills, magic skills, reaction skills, etc., by a considerable margin. So it makes people feel that everything is going well.

However, after personally experimenting, Fan Lin originally planned to use it when solving an alchemy problem, but in fact, in a few hours, there was no egg at all except that Fan Lin felt that his brain was easier to use. use.

It is conceivable that the idea of ​​using Felicity Potion to make Voldemort and Death sleep well was naturally given up.

But for Ron today, if there is anything that can save him, there is nothing more suitable for him except Felicia.

This is the only way to save Ron... Fan Lin said, Besides, this is Harry's decision, although it is a bit wasteful.

Waste? This is for...

Oh, the game is about to start. Fan Lin covered Hermione's mouth. Obviously, this kind of matter cannot be discussed among the crowd.

Woo... you... let go...

But before Hermione could finish speaking, Hermione's voice was dispersed by the cheers from the stadium.

One side of the court is all red and gold; the other is a sea of ​​green and silver. Many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws joined in: amidst all the cheers and applause, Van Lin watched as Harry rushed out leading all the Gryffindor players.

Ron looks much better... Fan Lin said, and only Hermione's cold snort responded to him.

Oh, don't be like this, Hermione... Fan Lin said with a headache, It's already started anyway, hasn't it?

But……

Oh, isn't it the same situation with the Confusion Curse. Fan Lin said, Relax, with Ron's current state, there is no way to solve his inner problems at all, and it's already like this, isn't it?

You are heresy. Hermione pinched the soft flesh of Fan Lin's waist...

Stop...stop...Harry doesn't have to use it anymore...he just needs Ron to know he does.

It doesn't matter, it's none of my business! Hermione said, I'm teaching you something.

Teach me the truth? Fan Lin grinned, But, what...

Understand it yourself. Hermione narrowed her eyes.

Oh, I... I was wrong...

You're wrong? What's wrong?

I... I don't know...