[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Until he was sitting at the long table in the auditorium eating breakfast, Harry was still thinking about the sudden awakening this morning, holding a piece of toast absent-mindedly, eating absent-mindedly.

Is it because you are too nervous?he asked himself.Because I got the chance to participate in the Quidditch trials, I kept thinking about it. Today is the day of the competition, so I couldn't sleep well, and woke up at five o'clock in the morning without warning?

He couldn't remember what dream he had before waking up, but... But he didn't know why, he had a vague feeling that he wasn't dreaming about thrilling Quidditch dreams at that time, When he sat up from the bed, he felt intense heart palpitations and cold sweat all over his face. The moment he opened his eyes, he looked at the shadows in the dimly lit dormitory. The illusion that you want to invade yourself.

The other four people in the dormitory were still unconsciously asleep, and he could hear Neville's slight snoring not far away, as well as Ron's occasional raving.His heart was beating abnormally violently, and he was still staring at those vague shadows, but the environment at this moment was definitely not dangerous at all. He stared at it for a while, and the feeling of heart palpitations was like a tide It faded away, and there was nothing left, only him sitting on the bed, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.He looked around again, feeling deeply confused for a moment.

Someone next to him was talking to him, and it took Harry a few seconds to realize that he turned to look at her.

"Harry? You've been in a daze." Hermione said, closing the newspaper she used for breakfast and putting it aside, and looked at him with concern, "Are you too nervous? You must be fine, you fly so fast good."

"Hermione's right, you don't have to be nervous at all, Harry, I grew up watching you fly, and you've always been better at flying than anyone else. Remember? Ever since you were nine years old, unless Charlie was opposite you, Adding one of Fred and George will pose a threat to you, otherwise there is no suspense for you to win. This must be the reason why Professor McGonagall specially approved you to participate in the selection. She saw your talent, who can win? Flying so well after taking flying lessons for the first time? After the school newspaper reported it, Oliver Wood even came to him directly. Didn’t you fly in front of him for 10 minutes? He almost let you enter the ball without the test team."

Ron nodded in agreement, agreeing with Hermione's statement, while stretching his neck to read the newspaper that Hermione had just put down. After discovering that it was an issue of "Transfiguration Today", he didn't know what was going on, and moved away in awe. Move your body away from the newspaper.

"Can't you see something more interesting?" he asked Hermione. "There aren't even pictures on it."

"It's very interesting!" Hermione said sincerely, "Although it's a bit too complicated and I don't understand much, it is necessary to understand the frontiers of academia! Professor Smith published a new article on it , "Thoughts on the Application of Transfiguration Based on the Five Exceptions of Gamp's Basic Principles of Transfiguration", which put forward some interesting conjectures, such as what the essence of magic is, the timeliness of magic, the idea of ​​combining magic and Muggle technology... Maybe some of them are his future research and development directions? I think this is very possible! And this is likely to be closely related to the future situation, which will lead to new policies..."

"Well, then I'd rather listen to him explain it to us in class." Ron muttered, "That must sound much more interesting than the paper he sent."

Hearing his uncle's name, Harry became interested in this academic journal that he would never touch under normal circumstances.He reached for the newspaper, found the paper his uncle sent and read it.The discussion process in the middle was indeed obscure and difficult. He was lost in the middle of the reading, looking at his uncle's name and thinking, maybe he should tell his uncle about this... and his father and Sirius, but he He couldn't remember what kind of nightmare he had at all. If he just told them that he felt strong palpitations because he woke up suddenly, it seemed a bit like a willful coquettish. He didn't want to leave such an impression on them.

Maybe he was just too nervous.Harry returned the newspaper to Hermione, lowered his head and took a sip of pumpkin juice, feeling his impatience.Someone came in from the outside at the door of the auditorium. Several people at the long table in Gryffindor saw her and waved vigorously at her.

"Dorothy, here—are you better?"

Harry and Ron Hermione also turned to look at the sound.Dorothy's figure appeared at the entrance of the auditorium. She didn't seem to have slept well. She came over while rubbing her forehead, her beautiful face was full of tiredness.

"It's much better... I think I was too nervous, and I flew too late yesterday. Fortunately, today is the trial, no matter what the result is, there will always be a result."

Good luck.Her friends cheered her on, Katie Bell nudged Wood who happened to be sitting next to her with her elbow, and cast an expectant look at him.

"Will Dorothy make it?" she asked expectantly. "I expected her to be on the team when she was a freshman, and there would be four girls on the team—just to think about it! I remember you Keep an eye on her!"

"She's not bad, but I think Harry is better now." Wood said with bright eyes, looked in Harry's direction expectantly, and said without thinking, "Have you ever seen him fly—quick, graceful, Delicate - he's a natural Seeker! I feel like I've fallen in love with him!"

Come on, it's not him you love at all, it's just your Quidditch team.Katie Bell rolled her eyes at him, frowned in confusion, and sighed.

"Not surprisingly, only the Seeker position will be vacant on this year's team." She said, "The candidate is probably one of the cousins. Grade...but he got your affirmation, then he must be flying really well. Both are good, but only one position..."

Harry's heart was indeed clenched when he saw Dorothy.He had heard Dorothy talk about Quidditch many times during the summer and knew her love for the activity.He was fascinated by the Gryffindor Quidditch team that Dorothy said, and worried about the curse he overheard about Dorothy, but he never thought that he would be the one who would compete with his cousin... ...If he doesn't play this year, will he have a chance next year?There are no seventh-grade students in the current team, and the oldest is Captain Oliver Wood, who is in the fifth grade. He still has three years to graduate...

Harry's mind was in a mess of thoughts, and he felt a strong entanglement.When Dorothy passed by him, he subconsciously lowered his head and didn't look at her, but immediately, he felt a hand rubbing his hair twice, and his cousin's laughing voice came from above his head.

"Good morning, Harry - what are you doing with your head down? Meditating over your pumpkin juice?"

Ron and Hermione giggled beside him, and Harry felt himself blushing: "Um, no... I just..."

"Come on, show your true strength and let everyone see." Dorothy said encouragingly, and then yawned again, "Although I didn't sleep well today, I will do my best! Don't Said that I bullied you because I was bigger than you, Harry, and there are no siblings on the court. You don't blame me, do you?"

"Of course not!" Harry retorted immediately in surprise.He understood what Dorothy meant, and scratched his face sheepishly.

"I mean...well, I'll give it my all, too."

"That's good." Dorothy smiled happily, and Harry turned to look at her, and found that her eyes were shining, "Although everyone says I'm not in good health, I will prove that I can with practical actions." Hard work will create miracles, won't it? I have been preparing for so long—from entering Hogwarts to now! I believe that I will not lose to anyone, no matter who this person is!"

Her spirits were much brighter than when she had appeared at the door, and she walked toward her friends with an easy, joyful step.Harry stared at her back for a few seconds, feeling relieved too.

Play fair and go all out.He said to himself that he had completely let go of the burden that had been weighing on his heart, and relaxed, as if even the startled awakening this morning had become irrelevant.

They went to participate in the selection after breakfast, and there were a lot of people watching the fun in the stands, even not only from Gryffindor College.Ron and Hermione waved goodbye to Harry who was going to participate in the selection, and found a place with a good view in the stands.They looked around, and suddenly saw a figure in the stands that they thought they would never see here.

"Isaac!" Ron said in surprise, pulling Hermione over, "I thought you wouldn't come to see, you didn't take part in the Quidditch at my house before!"

Isaac was a rare presence in the stands, without a book (Hermione was surprised to see his empty hands).He was sitting there by himself - it's not that he has no friends, but compared to his sister who is the most popular in Gryffindor, his circle of friends is much narrower, and his friends obviously have no one Ryffindor's Quidditch tryouts were interested, and they thought he was the same.

"Come and see Dorothy," said Isaac simply. "She's been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"So you're Dorothy's?" said Ron, eagerly rubbing his hands together. "Me and Hermione are Harry's - let's fight! For whoever we support! Shall we shout at each other?" Slogan or something?"

Isaac glanced at him and shook his head unexpectedly.

"If you're asking me about the selection results," he said, "I think Harry will join the team. He inherited his father's talent and flies very well. Although Dorothy worked hard, she honed her flying skills." She is very good, but she is not so talented. The gap between geniuses and ordinary people is so cruel that there is no way to make up for it with hard work. Just like my ability to practice spells, if there is no talent, then there is no. I have never I failed to make up for the last star and a half through hard work."

Both Ron and Hermione froze for a moment. They looked at each other. After a while, Hermione cleared her throat and spoke cautiously.

"Well... That's what I said... But I think that hard work will have its own effect, won't it? Each of us can become better through hard work, maybe it won't be effective immediately, but..."

"Sometimes it's a paradox." Isaac's tone didn't fluctuate, and he looked calm and indifferent when talking about himself.He looked at the court and said calmly, "After getting better, I still can't achieve the result I want. Every step is close. Sometimes the only one who is moved by hard work is myself, not destiny."

"Maybe there are better things waiting for you?" Ron tried hard to conceive, "The good things done can't be completely meaningless."

"I hope." Isaac responded noncommittally. He didn't appear depressed or negative. He just sat calmly in the stands, watched his sister, and watched the selection process to the Seeker. Harry took off at the same time, chasing the little golden snitch in the sky, and they reached out at the same time——

Right in front of her, Harry grabbed it with a focused, determined look.Her hands gripped a mass of air—clamped hard, then loosened feebly.

Hermione turned her head silently and gave Isaac a careful look.

Isaac's expression was still calm. Like everyone else, he applauded for Harry, and then when the applause and cheers died down, he walked off the stands and walked towards his sister.

"Why does he always have trouble casting spells?" Hermione murmured to Ron, "His theoretical knowledge and spell-casting steps are completely fine, and his grades in Potions, Herbology, Astronomy and History of Magic are all good." It is the best in the whole school, but when casting magic... a wizard can't cast magic well when he picks up a wand, is he still a qualified wizard?"

"It's hard to say." Ron shrugged. "Fortunately, there is no organization that actually issues certificates for wizards and evaluates whether they are qualified."

Dorothy got off the broom, beads of sweat running down her cheeks.Panting heavily, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face, noticing her cousin looking at her worriedly amidst the cheers and crowds of the crowd.

She smiled brightly at him, gave him a thumbs up, and was relieved to see him.She carried her own broom - the Nimbus 2000 her parents had bought her, and it was the best broom, as good as the one Harry had received from Uncle James a week before.

They competed fairly, and she was convinced that she lost... She just regretted that she didn't give this best broom a chance to attract everyone's attention. It should have had such a chance, and it would have it in the hands of others.

Dorothy walked silently into the castle with her broom, and her brother came down from the stand and came to her, saying nothing, but walking on with her.

"Why, Isaac?" She turned to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it trying to comfort me? I'm not as vulnerable as you think, I thought you knew. And you know Harry How strong - when we play Quidditch, if I am not in the same team as him, it is easy to lose. I have this mental preparation, and this result is normal. If I win by chance today, I may also be quite disturbed , after all, how powerful Harry is, no one knows better than me."

"I'm going to the library," said her brother curtly. "Where are you going, Gryffindor dorm?"

Dorothy paused briefly, not sure she wanted to see anyone else right now.

"The Room of Response on the eighth floor." Isaac said calmly, "If you think about your needs, you can walk back and forth three times to get in. Remember to come down for lunch at noon."

Dorothy stopped, and Isaac stopped too, turning to look at her.

"Why didn't you say to accompany me!" Dorothy began to complain, her eyes rolled up, "Shouldn't you take care of your dear sister's emotions more at this time, and stay with her all the time?"

Isaac looked at her for a few seconds: "It's okay, I remember you haven't written your History of Magic homework yet..."

That assignment was left yesterday!Dorothy immediately raised her hands to cover her ears, and ran away quickly: "I suddenly felt that I really should be alone for a while to calm down - take the broom back for me! I'm leaving first!"

She left behind a series of triumphant echoes, and fled away, and sure enough, she came all the way to the eighth floor.Unlike Isaac who used to hang out here in the first grade, she only came to explore with Isaac for the first time, to see where the Room of Requirement was mentioned by her father, and she never came again.She has too many friends and too much life to come here alone.

This is also the first time she has come here again after a year.She asked for a quiet and undisturbed room for herself, and pushed open the door that suddenly appeared on the wall to go in. As soon as she raised her eyes, she was suddenly taken aback.

A handsome young man was sitting inside. Hearing the voice, he raised his head to look at her.

"Sorry," said Dorothy immediately, "I didn't know anyone was here, I just wanted to find a place to be alone for a while... I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm going out now."

She was about to go out immediately, and the next second, she was stopped by the young man.

"Come in," he said, looking at her with red eyes, and smiled slowly.

"A wonderful encounter, pure and beautiful lady. I feel the breath of a unicorn in you. I haven't spoken to anyone in too long. You interest me very much."

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Thanks to Professor Xu for the little butterfly's grenade~