Be an Idol at Hogwarts

After the troll was dealt with, school operations continued as usual.

The women's bathroom on the second floor can also be used normally, but students always feel it smells a bit.

It's almost November and the weather is getting cold.

The peaks surrounding the school have turned gray and cold, the black lake is frozen with thick ice, and the grass is covered with white snow.

In this cold season, Quidditch season is coming.

Harry, who is training like crazy, is about to have his first game: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Ron was glad that he only had to cheer him on from the stands.

Flying high in the sky on such a cold day, Quidditch really knows how to choose the day.

Not long after the release of the new book, Ron was ready to take a vacation during this period of free time.

He also started running towards the library like Hermione.

There are many books in the library, and Ron is most interested in books related to potions.

After helping Harry many times, Ron also appeared in Snape's little book of grudges.

On the other hand, Snape felt that Neville was quite pleasing to the eye, and it fit his image of a Gryffindor student who was good at everything and was the best at eating.

Every time Snape wanted to warn Ron and asked Ron some over-the-top questions, Ron could always answer them.

The refining of the potion was perfect every time, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He even suspected that Ron was a crucible that could brew potions automatically in his previous life.

It's amazing how fast you learn.

This made Snape a little angry, so he had to deal with Harry.

Not only Potions class, but also Ron showed extraordinary learning ability in other classes.

In the letters Percy wrote home, he used a lot of words of praise to explain Ron's excellence.

Incidentally, the twins caused trouble during this period.

At dinner that night, Harry told Hermione that the "Quidditch History" she borrowed from the library for him had been confiscated by Snape.

The reason was that library books could not be taken out of the library, and five points were deducted from Gryffindor.

Hermione was very angry. She remembered all the school rules, but this one was not included.

She was still thinking about it well into the evening when she and Ron were tutoring Harry on his homework in the common room.

Harry also wanted to get the book back, and after thinking for a long time, he ignored Hermione and Ron's dissuasion and went alone.

Ron suspected that he just didn't want to do his homework anymore. He still had two inches left to finish his Transfiguration homework.

At this time, all the female students who could not disturb Ron in the library during the day came over.

The storm gradually formed.

This is normal, of course they won't go too far, and Ron will return the standard fake smile.

Although the 11-year-old boy smiles unnaturally, his handsome and cute appearance still attracts many girls.

When Fred and George saw this scene, they both sat on the sofa in the distance and watched the show with great interest.

"When do you think Ron will bring the girl home?"

"Oh, Fred, think about it. It should be Ron who brought his mother to Hogwarts, asked her which one she liked, and took her away right away."

"Look, it's Irina Bridget from the fourth grade. She fell down beautifully and skillfully. Fred, look, Fred's face is almost green."

"I heard he even wrote a love letter to Bridget, Fred, Fred."

George called several times but didn't hear Fred's response, so he turned to look at him.

I saw that his face was a little green, and following his eyes, Angelina Johnson, who was at the same level, was moving towards the center of the storm.

It seemed that she was also attracted by Ron's sweet smile.

Fred's heart was in his throat.

In the end she just came to get her roommate away.

Fred breathed a sigh of relief, and George quietly breathed a sigh of relief beside him.

Both of them lost interest in watching the show.

At this time Harry hurried back.

He swallowed nervously, and just as he was about to tell Ron the secret he had heard, he saw Ron surrounded by a large group of girls.

He decided to settle it before going to bed.

Taking a breath, Harry walked through the crowd and returned to the table to continue writing his homework.

He was like a passerby, kicking away the intensifying tornado centered on Ron.

Although Ron's perfunctory smile was still pretty and soft, everyone walked away knowingly when they saw Harry coming back.

Looking at each other, they all reached a consensus.

The Harry Aid Club, an extension of Ron's Support Club, will start as soon as possible.

After Harry wrote a few lines, he noticed that there were fewer people around.

So he quietly told Ron and Hermione what he had just heard.

The book wasn't asked for back, and Harry didn't even enter the office door.

After he knocked on the door of Snape's office and received no response, he thought there was no one inside and thought he might be able to get the book back quietly.

So he pushed the door open a crack, squinted and looked inside.

There were actually two people inside.

It was Snape and Filch, and Filch was handing a bandage to Snape.

Snape had his robes rolled up to his knees. One of his lower legs was injured, scratched and bleeding.

"Why do you think you can see that three-headed dog?"

"The three-headed dog? Is it the one we met in the restricted area on the third floor?"

Hermione interrupted Harry's narration.

"I feel it's quite possible that the dog was obviously guarding something and Snape wanted to steal it."

"That night I saw a door behind the three-headed dog."

Hermione thought for a moment and added something for Harry.

"Yes, that's right. Snape must have let the troll in to attract other people's attention, and then ran to the third floor to find what was hidden there. Filch could also be With him."

Ron looked at Harry who was brainstorming and his unfinished homework and fell into deep thought.

This is still too little homework.

Harry wrote and went to bed at twelve o'clock. In a few hours he would play his first Quidditch match.

Nervousness and worry about Snape's plans made him sleepless.

The next morning, it dawned very early and the weather was very cold.

The auditorium was filled with the aroma of fried sausages.

Students from various houses are discussing the Quidditch match that will be held today.

Harry had some dark circles under his eyes. He didn't sleep well last night, and now he was sitting on the bench in a daze.

He held a bottle in his hand, with a small blue flame inside, which Hermione had made to keep him warm.

Ron was also sitting opposite Harry holding a bottle with a small flame in it.

Seeing him like this, Ron handed him a stack of toast.

"Eat something. If you don't eat, you won't have the energy to play later."

"I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry at all."

Harry was nervous and sleepy now, with no appetite at all.

Seamus sat next to him and touched some blueberry jam on the toast Ron handed over.

"Harry, you'd better eat up and cheer up." Seamus pushed the toast in front of Harry.

"Seekers are easily targeted by other teams."

"Especially Slytherin. I heard that their batters even used bats to hit the seekers directly."

Harry, who had just picked up the toast and wanted to take a bite, froze in the air with his hands.