Harriet Potter

Judging from the stadium situation, things didn't go my way. At least half of the people in Gryffindor came. Years have it, and I suspect a significant number of it is from other colleges.Hermione went to the auditorium, and Ron was taking a deep breath beside me. I cleared my throat and was about to speak when I saw a big boy with thick and stiff hair come out of the crowd.

"We met on the train, in the old Slug's compartment," he said confidently, holding out a hand toward me. "Cormac McLaggen, goalkeeper."

Now I recognized him.As early as the night when he went to ask Slughorn to reinstate him, Dumbledore told me that this professor has a habit of including students he thinks have potential into his network, but I still didn't expect him to die on the train. The action started.McLaggen was invited to Slughorn's compartment along with a few other students with prominent relatives and Ginny who happened to be seen casting a wonderful Bat-Spell.

Out of courtesy, I shook hands with McLaggen. I could almost hear my bones click when he tightened his fingers. Looking down at me proudly.Even under the strict precautions of Ron and Hermione, I have never lacked the opportunity to meet this kind of person. Unlike the public, they regard me as a poor woman to be saved, who can be easily conquered by showing off their masculinity and become theirs. One of the trophies to boast about.

"You didn't try out last year, did you?" I asked.

"I was in the hospital when they did the selection last year." McLaggen finally pulled his hand away after clenching longer than necessary, sounding convinced I'd be impressed. "I bet you a pound of fox eggs."

"Okay, you're in—" I pointed to an empty space in the stands, "—and wait there, goalkeeper selection is the last item."

A look of annoyance flashed across McLaggen's face, and he walked towards the stands without saying a word, stepping heavily on purpose.

"He's a goddamn idiot!" Ron yelled beside me, though I don't think he fully understood what had just happened, or he would have punched McLaggen when he took my hand on his nose.

"You'd better win, Ron," I said. "I'd rather have nobody in goal than have him in the team."

Ron was taken aback by my palpable distaste, and I walked over to the crowd of candidates without waiting for his question, hoping it didn't put too much pressure on him.

As Hermione expected, most of them were not selected for Quidditch at all, and many of them didn't even bother to try to sit on the broom properly, as if they were here just to watch me growl in vain Attempts to maintain order at the scene.The first round of the basic ability test eliminated [-]% of the first-year students, and then I had to drive two groups of giggling girls into the auditorium, and drove them from the candidate team to join in the fun My anger was at its peak when I was a student in another academy.

"But I'm still looking forward to flying for a while." A Hufflepuff boy said carelessly, and his companions watched the excitement behind him with different expressions.

"You can come back after the selection in the afternoon. Gryffindor has already booked the stadium in the morning."

"Whoa, that sounds scary." He tossed the broom up and caught it again, "I have to help out at the Tornado Club this afternoon, I don't want to go three days without a broom before I face such a high level of competition How about this, I will fly once, and then you can continue your selection, how about it? Just one circle, please?"

The whispers and laughter around were getting louder and louder, and several voices were already booing him to fly around and have a look.

"Get off the field, now," I said.

"Otherwise," he brought his face closer to me, "what are you going to do, beauty? Hit me with your high heels, or throw me with your bag?"

"Get out of here!" Ron strode past me and gave him a hard push amidst the roar of laughter, showing the prefect badge on his chest, "Otherwise I'll put you in confinement!"

The boy's expression restrained a little, and he took on a gloomy sarcasm: "It seems that there is a prefect protecting him, isn't it? Our good captain."

I don't know who whistled, some boys laughed louder, Ron's ears turned red, he took a step forward, and I stopped him.

"It's all right, Ron. Leave them alone," I said, turning to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Harry! What are you doing..."

"Lion Griffin," he said slowly, "and I know you, the famous Harry Potter. It's an honor to know you."

"I know you now too, Leon Griffin—" I drew my wand, "There are obstacles!"

Griffin flew back at least ten feet and fell hard on the wet grass, struggling to get up.

"--an idiot." I looked around, the crowd was silent, Ron laughed triumphantly, and McLaggen, who looked stunned, stood conspicuously in the stands not far behind him. "Next time I'll use the Stunning Charm, and then the person will have to miss the afternoon's work or whatever. If anyone thinks they're faster than Voldemort, give it a try."

I watched with satisfaction a shudder pass through the crowd as I uttered Voldemort's name, and asked, "Is there anyone here who isn't from Gryffindor?"

Another three or four people hurried up to the stands, and the Hufflepuffs also picked up Griffin and hurried away. When the selection resumed, Ron, Ginny, and Katie all gave me the thumbs up.

Then things went much smoother, and despite the growing audience and the laughter, the people on the field finally started to observe discipline.After nearly three hours of selection, my mouth was dry from shouting, my hair was all wet from rain and sweat, and my head was hit by a Bludger with a bulge the size of an egg. I finally selected Katie and Jin. There are three Chasers, Demirza Robbins and two batters, Jimmy Perks and Richie Gut.Many losers lingered on the pitch, complaining about bad brooms, the wrong wind direction, or not being serious about their companions, pestering me to give them another chance, and I had to cast a jinx again to drive them all away.

Putting the goalkeeper selection at the end was a mistake, I was hoping there would be fewer people on the field after the rest of the selection was done, but all the players who were not selected, and a lot of people who procrastinated and just finished their breakfast are now added In the stands, as each goalkeeper flew towards the goal, the audience burst into equally enthusiastic cheers and jeers.I glanced at Ron before announcing the start. He was stiff with tension and his face was green.

The other goalkeeper candidates only saved two goals at most, and the level Ron showed in the last practice was not enough, but when it was McLaggen's turn, he saved all five goals in a row.There was cheers and applause, which turned into booing after he exited and Ron entered, and Ron looked like he might faint at any moment, which made me sweat hard.

Fortunately, Ron also saved five free throws and the selection went on to the next round.

Their performance was evenly divided until the third round, and they only missed two goals. After this round, McLaggen rushed straight to the goal before Ron got down, and almost knocked him down.Ron walked around him and landed on the ground, visibly more relaxed, even though he still didn't bother to get angry, and even smiled at me.I kind of wanted to go over and pat him on the shoulder, but as the captain, I decided to give it up and focus on observing McLaggen's performance.

After the stalemate in the first few rounds, McLaggen became a little impatient, and when he pounced on the fourth ball, he missed it a little, and the ball flew under his side and into the goal.He saved a fifth ball and flew down in a rage, barely denting the grass where he landed.I was praying that the tryouts would end this round, but then Ron also missed a particularly tricky shot from Ginny, and the tryouts went into the fifth round with whistles and yells resounding through the stadium.

McLaggen saved the first four balls again in the fifth round, and on the fifth ball he was caught by Katie's feint, which is when the benefits of size are best seen, although it is a step slower when he dives. , he still managed to touch the Quaffle, the ball deviated from the original track, and flew into the goal by rubbing the frame.

It can be said that the pressure Ron is facing now is not less than that of the last final, but at the same time his expression has become focused and confident, as if he is facing a game of wizard chess, and he is thinking about how to check his opponent.I saw Hermione covering her face in the stands as Ron took to the air again, and I wanted to do the same, but decided to order myself to be more courageous.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Ron saved one, two, three, four, five free throws in a row.

I had to restrain myself so as not to cheer with the audience. I looked around for McLaggen to tell him that unfortunately he lost the election, but when I turned my head, McLaggen's flushed face was close at hand, and I subconsciously backed away. two steps.

"His sister doesn't take her serve seriously at all," McLaggen said viciously, a vein in his temple throbbing, a sight I'd often seen and secretly marveled at in Uncle Vernon. "The ball she gave him was easy to save."

"Bullshit," I looked back at him, "the one he missed was hers."

He took a step closer to me, and this time I didn't flinch, and quietly adjusted my hand in the wide sleeve of my uniform to make it easier to draw my wand.

"Let me try again."

"No," I said, wondering if I should try one of the spells the Half-Blood Prince wrote in his book on him. "You've tried. You saved 21, Ron saved 22. Ron's the keeper and he wins fair and square. If you're smart then fuck off."

For a moment, I thought McLaggen was going to punch me, but McLaggen just made an ugly face and thumped away, yelling threats into the air.

I turned my face and found my team was smiling at me.

"Nice job," I realized my throat was so sore and hoarse, "you're flying well—"

"You're awesome, Ron!"

Hermione came running towards us, her face still bearing the marks of her nails from scratching in horror.Ron seemed very satisfied with himself. He looked at the other team members and Hermione, smiled silly, and looked taller than usual.

The first team training was set for next Tuesday, so the three of us said goodbye to the other team members and walked towards Hagrid's hut.Ron happily told Hermione about a few particularly thrilling saves, and the latter listened with relish. I felt very hungry walking beside them, and hoped that there would be something to eat in Hagrid's hut.At this time, a round of watery sun was desperately poking its head out of the clouds, and the drizzle finally stopped.

The author has something to say: I deleted the plot where Hermione cast the Confusion Curse on McLaggen, because I personally think it is too OOC, and it is a double derogation of Hermione's personality and Ron's skills.The plots related to Lavender will basically be deleted. I have no problem with Ron having another girlfriend, but Rowling's description of Lavender makes me feel that the malice is overflowing the paper.

This is a chapter where Yangmei breathes out, um, occasionally Susu will be fine...