Everyday Players at Hogwarts

While the sorting was in full swing in front of the staff table, from Harry's perspective, the flames of war suddenly broke out around Ryan.

Although Hermione looked very calm, it reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley. She looked like this when she was angry, it was the calm before the storm.

And the little witch named Luna didn't feel Hermione's anger at all. She seemed to know nothing and talked to Ryan on her own.

My sister is also a Ravenclaw!

She's Ginny! Weasley's kid!

Our little sister! Ginny! Ravenclaw! Just when Harry was wondering what they were talking about, Harry was suddenly awakened by the shouts of Ron, Percy, Fred and George.

Ginny blushed and almost ran towards the Ravenclaw table.

etc!

This is not right!

Why is there an empty seat next to me?

When did I forget this!

No!

Ginny!

Don't come here!

Harry's heart was in turmoil.

He could only smile and talk to Ron's sister who was sitting next to him, pretending not to know what Ginny had in mind for him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ryan suddenly smile at him.

This must be Ryan's handiwork!

He just went to the theater in retaliation.

Harry thought sadly.

However, Ron, a stupid young man, obviously didn't know Ginny's true thoughts about getting close to Harry.

Ron put his right hand on the table, forcing Harry almost off the stool.

He didn't seem to notice that Ginny was clenching her fists more and more tightly under the table, and kept telling Ginny that she was amazing and worthy of being my sister.

Harry suddenly felt a little suspicious. Is Ron really Mr. Weasley's child?

Even when Percy saw Ginny sitting next to Harry with a red face, he didn't come over to make her presence felt like when Ron was assigned to Ravenclaw.

He also understood that he should give his sister some private space now.

Fortunately, just when Harry was wondering if Ginny was about to pull out her wand and knock Ron unconscious, Dumbledore stood up again.

Ron's hunger also overcame his affection for his sister.

This made him let go of Ginny, his eyes seemed to glow green, he grabbed the knife and fork, and looked longingly at the gold plate in front of him.

Harry noticed that the bulging veins on Ginny's forehead had also stretched.

Dumbledore, who was at the staff table, looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

I only have two words to say to you, he said, his rich voice echoing in the auditorium, eat!

Then the empty plate was suddenly and magically filled with food.

A sound like a beast coming out of its cage suddenly came from Harry's left side, it was Ron!

His right hand, like an arrow from the string, forked a large piece of steak at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

He didn't say anything, he didn't even use the knife, he just started biting with his mouth.

The splash of meat juice covered Michael's face, who was looking sideways at Ginny.

Everyone around was stunned. Michael, who had been shot in the face by Ron, remained motionless, as if nothing happened.

call! Harry, I'm finally alive! Ron interrupted, taking a huge mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Everyone around them seemed to be waking up from a dream.

Ginny lowered her head and buried her face in her elbows.

Michael suddenly noticed the meat juice on his face and was wiping it randomly. At the same time, he walked around Ron and Harry to see if Ginny had noticed his current embarrassment.

Seeing Ginny lowering her head, she breathed another sigh of relief. Neville and the others ate to suppress their shock.

Ginny, eat it! Ron held a fried chicken drumstick, walked around Harry, and handed it to Ginny, who was still buried in her elbow.

Ron's slightly full stomach brought him back to his senses and reminded him of his sister.

I'm not hungry. Ginny said in a voice as loud as a mosquito's chirp.

Ron, Ginny must be too excited!

You eat first. Harry said suddenly.

Only then did Ron devote himself entirely to eating.

Ginny raised her head slightly and smiled gratefully at Harry.

But Michael thought it was meant for him. He blinked and gave Ginny what he thought was a charming smile.

He learned this from Lockhart, showing eight teeth perfectly.

Ouch! Ginny felt like vomiting.

What's wrong, Ginny? Harry quickly put down the half-eaten pie and asked with concern.

Nothing, who is that dark-skinned one? Ginny frowned, and he smiled a bit like the idiot Lockhart my mother always mentioned.

What's wrong? Him? His name is Michael Korner.

Your brother and I are roommates.

I thought maybe he found it charming? Harry guessed.

It is indeed possible for Michael to do this. His personality is actually a bit close to Ron. He always likes to say some unconventional words or do some unique actions.

Just like when Roger was telling the history of Quidditch before, he talked nonsense in an attempt to attract other people's attention.

Ginny's fair skin was tinged with blush again because Harry had been staring at her as he spoke.

This made Ginny wonder if she was being too brave.

Apparently he wasn't used to talking to Harry directly yet.

Time passed slowly in this awkward atmosphere, as if a century had passed. The dishes on the golden plate on the table disappeared, and along with Ron's satisfying burp, they were filled with desserts in the blink of an eye.

Chocolate cake! My favorite!

Ginny, would you like some? Ron turned his head and looked at his sister.

She was lowering her head and kept drinking pumpkin juice from her tall golden wine glass.

After hearing what Ron said, she seemed to choke, cough cough, no, it's summer, I think this ice cream is good.

Okay, Ginny, drink slowly. Ron said in a kind tone that had never appeared on his face before.

Ron, what do you think our Defense Against the Dark Arts class will teach?

Judging from the book that the professor asked us to buy, I think it's more like a Muggle Studies class.

Will we be involved in this class in advance in our second year at the expense of Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Harry thought Ron's expression was a little creepy, and found a topic that Ron should be very interested in.

Well, there's no need to talk about this aspect, he is that person!

Even if I worry that Hagrid will be afraid of magical creatures, I won't worry about his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Ron didn't take the bait, he stuffed a pudding into his mouth and muttered.

You are absolutely right!

Those who think that Professor Riddle is making money through backdoors are jealous of him!

And Ron! Did I hear you right? You know the story of Professor Riddle! Lisa Dupin, who was sitting across from them, widened her eyes.

Harry didn't know whether to be happy or not.

The creepy expression on Ron's face did disappear.

However, as Lisa Dupin said this, almost all the little witches around them turned their heads curiously and looked at them.