A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 130 Harry and Weasley

In the evening, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the lawn on the field became brand new green in the rain.

Harry carried his broomstick back to the castle with excitement on his face. He didn't even care that his body was soaked by the cold rain. There seemed to be a cheerful fire burning happily in his heart, dispelling the chill in his body.

He had just become the seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team. His superb flying skills and keen observation of the Golden Snitch amazed Captain Flint, claiming that Harry was the one he had seen.

The most talented Seeker ever.

Draco's performance was a bit inferior to Harry's, but compared to other competitors, he was still very outstanding. Having been exposed to broomsticks since he was a child, his flying skills were not bad at all, and he eventually settled for the second best and became a chaser.

.

In this regard, the captain of the Slytherin team breathed a sigh of relief, because Draco's father invested in a new batch of Nimbus 2001 broomsticks for the academy team, and he should not have eliminated Draco under any circumstances. Draco

It is the best result to be able to show excellent abilities and enter the academy team based on your own strength.

"I just said that Harry will win, and I am willing to admit defeat." Blaise stretched out his palms proudly.

Pansy snorted with a haughty expression, slapped a few gold coins into his palm, and made a "pop" sound. Then she came closer to Draco, and greeted him with a gentle look on her face.

"This kind of thing... you still open a bet?" Harry looked at Blaise with a speechless face as he jumped and shook his red palms. He really felt that this guy deserved it.

"Actually, it's not just this." Blaise raised his eyebrows at him meaningfully, "In fact, without you knowing it, you have helped me earn dozens of galleons, Harry.

"

Harry's face was grim. So this guy was setting up a bet with himself when he had nothing to do? He couldn't help but lift his broomstick, wanting to hit someone with the broom handle.

"Okay." Owen smiled playfully, "That missing mouse...do you really have no clues?"

"That's right!" Harry nodded heavily, opened his mouth, and then scratched his head in distress.

"Of course not, but I can't agree to you hastily. This requires the consent of everyone in the study group." Harry shook his head and said.

He looked at Ron Weasley in front of him with some confusion. He always felt that the other person had changed a lot. In the past, he always looked at him with a complex vigilance, instead of with an almost greedy look like now.

Explore. More importantly, the words and deeds of the person in front of him had a sense of elegance and calmness, as well as a strange sense of oppression, which reminded him of Owen...

Harry nodded absently, feeling a little empty. Owen said that the mouse was related to his family, but it disappeared...

Ginny froze for a moment, then jumped up as if she'd been electrocuted. Her body instinctively moved backwards, and she almost fell down the stairs again.

Looking at the girl's fiery red hair, Harry felt a little familiar and walked slowly behind her and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

"Hey, who did I think it was? It turned out to be a Weasley." Draco said in an arrogant tone, "You are blocking the road in the middle of the road because you want to get into trouble? I guess you finally can't afford to eat, so start

Working on the side... Oops! Harry, what are you doing?" Harry kept tugging on his robes, and when Draco's sarcasm became more and more unpleasant, he poked Draco's waist with his finger and poked him.

Gotta jump up.

Harry waved his hands and said: "I don't know, I can't possibly know where a mouse wants to go..." Although he was thinking about the mouse, he hadn't started yet! Could it be Owen?

Harry thought of Owen's playful smiling face and thought that he could indeed do such a thing. Well, ask him when he gets back.

"No, I just had a fight with him." Ginny's voice became choked again, and she raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

After the three people walked away, Harry grinned in utter embarrassment, looked at Ron whose expression turned half-smiling, and asked in a low voice: "Uh, are you looking for something from me?"

He passed Ron and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor. He felt the glaring eyes staring at him, and this feeling did not disappear until he turned the corner.

"So, you suspect that I pretended to be Ron Weasley to tease you?" After Owen returned to the lounge, he looked at Harry occupying his beloved throne and raised his eyebrows. "Your imagination is so bad."

Rich, why don’t you write a novel?”

"What's going on?" Harry thought, "Or was he just being angry when he talked to me just now?"

Harry didn't speak, but his eyes showed certainty.

"To be precise, it was organized by Owen, and we are all members of the study group." Harry emphasized, and then suddenly said, "You want to join?"

Ron Weasley was not angry, and continued to stare at Harry as if he hadn't heard anything, as if he wanted to make a flower appear on his face.

At this time, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps. They turned around and saw Ron walking over in a hurry, with a panicked expression on his face.

Could it be that Owen became like this to tease himself? Harry's expression became suspicious, and he began to look at the guy in front of him silently.

After regaining consciousness and saying a few words to Ginny, they went to the auditorium to get some food for dinner, and then walked together towards the Slytherin common room. After entering the stone door of the lounge, Ginny saw the

Draco waved at Harry, pursed his lips slightly, thanked Harry again, then turned and walked towards his dormitory.

"Harry, you win this time. But you have to be careful. If you keep falling off the chain, I will take the Seeker position back from you." Draco had already recovered from his disappointment.

He came out and spoke slowly with his chin raised. He usually disobeyed anyone, but today his performance was indeed not as good as Harry's. Considering that his opponent was Harry, he graciously didn't care.

"They are all my friends." Harry looked at him and said.

"Then you have to keep up." Harry grinned and breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily. He had been worried that Draco would be unhappy.

Finally, he said dryly: "There will always be better people worthy of your trust. You see, we are friends now, right?" He raised his hand and patted Ginny on the shoulder, feeling the other person's warmth.

His body stiffened suddenly, and his fair forehead turned red.

"Because our family is a pure-blood traitor in their eyes, and those guys from the pure-blood family took the lead..." Ginny lowered her head again, unconsciously kneading the corners of her robe with her fingers, "But I didn't think about it either.

If I want to make friends with them, they are not worthy of my sincerity."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace. He wanted to go back and see if it was really Owen who turned into Ron and played with him, then...he would rub Owen's hair into a chicken coop.

!

He walked along the wide corridor to the end, and suddenly heard a low sob. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a petite figure with red hair squatting on the steps, his cheek buried in his arms.

Inside, the thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Am I that boring?" Owen said with a smile, analyzing what Harry had said in his mind.

"Your mouse?" Harry was stunned for a moment and asked quickly, "What's wrong with it?"

"I think the Sorting Hat put you here because you have certain qualities that you didn't realize you had. That's not a bad thing, Ginny." Harry thought of his first meeting with Owen.

He said at that time, "There is no need to be biased. There have been numerous great men in every college. What determines our destiny is not others, but our own choices."

"You will make sincere friends, and there will always be people who understand and support you." He racked his brains and thought, realizing for the first time that he was so good at talking, "I think your brother is definitely not here to scold you.

Maybe he just doesn't know how to care about you..."

"Yes...yes!" She grabbed the handrail of the stairs, looked at Harry's hand that grabbed her wrist again, and said loudly with a blush, her expression becoming excited and surprised.

Ginny nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, hurriedly wiping away the tears that overflowed from the corner of her eyes, buried her head deeply in confusion, and wrung her hands nervously in front of her.

Harry was a little uncomfortable being stared at. He coughed lightly and was about to speak, but Draco preempted him.

"Fred and George are very interesting. They always have all kinds of whimsical ideas, and they are also the people who are most accepting of me coming to this academy. But they are always busy with something recently, and they rarely even play pranks.

.It’s been so many days since school started, and I haven’t heard of any toilets they blew up. It’s really strange.”

"I have six brothers, Bill and Charlie have graduated. Charlie used to be the captain of the Quidditch team, and he is now studying dragons in Romania." Ginny glanced at Harry's broomstick, "Percy is a stickler for rules.

He's a bit boring, but he's very nice to me. Although he's been acting weird lately, I suspect it's because he's pursuing his girlfriend, which is about to get dirty..."

"It just so happens that I don't want to know at all." Ginny took a deep breath, her eye circles were red again, this time she was more angry.

When he was dragged away by Blaise, Draco did not forget to turn around and said: "Don't be fooled by him! If he blackmails you, just tell me, my father can definitely..."

"Going out to practice spells." Daphne said.

"I think begging should be more suitable for him, how pitiful." Pansy covered her mouth and laughed. She and Draco stood together, and now they were like a male and a female.

If you can make friends with the idols you admire, leave everyone else alone!

"Harry Potter!" She stood up suddenly and jumped back, losing her balance on the steps and about to fall.

He sat on the chair next to him, holding Melete's front paw with his right hand. The little cat just raised his eyelids slightly, letting Owen's palm press his paw. Why does the cat's paw have to be on top? She discovered sadly.

I can't even beat Irving, and I'm already ruined.

"Where's Owen?" he asked.

"Hmph, do I still need you to remind me?" Draco muttered, "I really don't understand why Flint doesn't let me be the batter. Don't you think I'm more suitable for opening the opponent's head?"

As he spoke, he raised his broomstick and made a gesture of swinging a bat.

The crying figure suddenly froze. She raised her hand to wipe her face and said in a nasal voice: "I'm fine..." She turned her head and suddenly screamed when she saw Harry's face.

, her cheeks instantly turned red, the same color as her eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

After seeing the two people sitting side by side, Ron's cheeks twitched in surprise and weirdness, staggered a bit, and almost fell to the ground.

Harry quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, finally holding the girl steady. He looked at the other person's face that turned even redder and said, "You are Ginny Weasley, right?"

"So, what are you up to?" Ginny said coldly, "Is there something chasing you behind your back?"

Listening to Ginny's words, Harry felt a little bit sympathetic. Last semester, he had always felt that he was not suitable and should not be sorted into Slytherin House. He even had to face overwhelming comments and suspicions from the outside world. Everyone was discussing

Is he a born evil dark wizard?

"Did you... have any conflict happen?" Harry asked cautiously.

Harry stared thoughtfully at Ron's retreating back, thinking that he was completely different now than when we talked just now, but the old robes he was wearing were exactly the same as before...

Harry was silent for a moment, shaking his head hesitantly.

Ginny looked up at him secretly, her blue eyes covered with mist. She cried and laughed and said: "I know, I have figured it out a long time ago. I don't need to care about which college I go to, even if I am isolated by my classmates."

It doesn’t matter. My parents didn’t blame me, they were just a little worried, and they even wrote to me to comfort me..."

The two talked about Lockhart again, laughing from time to time. Harry was very happy that Ginny was not a fan of Lockhart.

"It's nothing, I really don't know where your mouse is. Also, you can just call me Harry." Harry always felt as if the other person's eyes had completely seen him through. He looked away and stopped looking.

Looking at each other, he felt a little hair on his back, and the guy in front of him felt a little weird.

While they were talking, a figure slowly walked over from the other end of the corridor. It was Ron Weasley. He glanced at the faces of a group of people with a strange expression, and finally stared at Harry's face.

, with a look of curiosity and inquiry.

"Have you encountered any trouble? I just met your brother Ron, do you want me to call him for you?" Harry scratched his head and said. He had no experience in comforting people, and he was not familiar with the girl in front of him.

"Are you isolated?" Harry frowned.

Draco, who was completely ignored for the first time, became angry. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he was dragged aside by Harry.

"He's been missing since the summer vacation." Ron took two steps slowly with his hands behind his back, getting closer to Harry, "I remember that you asked me about my mouse...Scabbers. So I think, you

May know its whereabouts."

"What are you thinking about, Harry Potter?" Ron said softly.

Harry nodded, occupied Owen's armchair, and ate his dinner in silence.

"With everyone's... consent?" Ron repeated, slightly raising the corners of his mouth as if he was amused, "So this is not the team you chose for yourself, but just a child's play house?"

"Tch, the best defense is offense. If we knock out all our opponents, we will win..." Draco raised his chin high.

"I heard that you set up a... study group at Hogwarts?" Ron said slowly, seeming to be very interested.

"Harry Potter..." Ron called his name softly, tilted his head slightly after a moment of silence, "Have you seen my mouse?"

"Ron's temper is extremely awkward. He is even more immature than me... Forget it, let's not talk about him." Ginny snorted angrily.

"Friend..." Ron put on that weird expression again, nodded slightly and muttered.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Harry took a step back, feeling that he was beginning to reject this weird guy.

Fortunately, he has a group of friends who are willing to accompany and help him despite conflicts of one kind or another. He has the support and understanding of Hagrid and Dumbledore, a group of classmates who are mostly friendly, and a person who is cold and venomous but always treats him.

The dean who has high hopes... Harry admitted that he already has a sense of identity and belonging to Slytherin. Even though there are still some prejudices here, he believes that everything will always develop in a good direction.

"You guys go back first, he may have something to do with me..." As he said that, Harry pushed an unconvinced Draco towards Blaise.

"Maybe he thinks you're not strong enough." Harry sweated, and then explained with a serious face: "And the most important purpose of a batsman is to protect his own players, not to crack open the opponent's players' heads...

"

"Because I was sorted into Slytherin. Our whole family is from Gryffindor. I don't know why I am an exception..." Ginny sobbed and said, "Ron doesn't understand. He is always like this. It's really hard for him.

He came here specifically to scold me..."

Ron said noncommittally: "Well, maybe it just got old and left me to die alone in a corner. It has been more than ten years, which is not a short time..."

Ron's ears turned red, and he said irritably: "You don't need to know, Slytherin!" After saying that, he went upstairs quickly, stamping loudly under his feet.

…

Soon, Ginny became a lot more relaxed and no longer so sad. A sincere and bright smile appeared on her face. After discovering that Harry was very interested in her family, she chirped in a clear voice.

non-stop.

Harry was confused by Ginny's suddenly amplified voice. He exhaled, leaned the broomstick on the armrest, and sat next to where Ginny was sitting just now. Ginny also nervously

He sat down next to him and the two chatted.

"Do you need any tests?" Ron looked at him.

Harry responded casually to Draco's questions and glanced at the empty seat in front of the fireplace, but did not find Owen's figure.

In fact, he had secretly observed the mouse when he was trying to figure it out. He knew that the mouse had a toe missing from one of its front paws.

During the opening ceremony, he discovered that the new Professor Peter Pettigrew was missing an index finger on his right hand, and every move of that person looked like... a big mouse. Ron said that his mouse was in Wei

We have lived in Sly's family for more than ten years, which is about the time when Peter Pettigrew disappeared, and the time when he returned to the magic world was about the same time as when Ron's mouse was lost...

But how could a human be a mouse?

"Do you know something?" Harry cast a staring look at Owen.

"Ha, I don't know anything." Owen said lazily.

(End of chapter)