Rebirth of the Harry Potter

On the day of the Quidditch match, the morning was gloomy and cold.

After Ron got up, he sat upright on the bed, his arms wrapped around his knees, his eyes glazed over.

"Are you all right?" Seamus asked as he pulled a wool sweater over his head.

Ron nodded, but said nothing.

Seamus felt that Ron was very similar to the scene of the last time he cast the slug curse and was backlashed. He looked the same as when Madam Pomfrey cured him after vomiting for a long time: pale, cold sweat, and no matter what They all refused to open their mouths to speak.

"You need to have some breakfast," Seamus said, "Let's go, you will start your first game in a while, how can you not eat enough?"

...

When Ron walked into the auditorium with heavy steps, the people inside were quickly filling up, the voices were louder than usual, and the atmosphere was warmer, and the cold air outside could not be weakened by half.

As they passed the Slytherin table, they heard a commotion.

Ron looked around and saw that almost everyone was wearing a crown of silver badges over their silver and green scarves and hats. Ron wanted to see what was written on the badge, but Seamus was eager to enjoy his breakfast, so he dragged Ron past this dining table quickly, and Ron only vaguely saw the words Ron Weasley on it?

As soon as Ron walked to the Gryffindor table, he was warmly welcomed. Everyone here wore gold and red scarves and hats. They expected Ron to perform well in the game and help Gryffindor win victory.

But the cheers did not cheer up Ron, and Ron's face became even more ugly. He sat down on the nearest stool and stared at the delicious food on the plate, as if his severed head was in front of him. meal.

Seamus was so engrossed in the food that he didn't notice Ron at all.

At this moment, Ron suddenly felt that the one he could talk to was Neville.

You must know that since Neville became a prefect this year, Ron didn't like to talk to Neville.

Who didn't know that Neville was the joke of the whole school in Snape's class, how could he become a prefect with such a poor performance? Ron felt that Principal McGonagall must have pity Neville's family and made such an arrangement.

And in the dormitory, every time Neville talked to them in distress about some of the situations he had encountered as a prefect, Ron could squeeze out a stiff smile on his face, but in his heart he scolded Neville for just showing off his prefect. identity.

But at this moment, there were some things he found he could only tell Neville.

"I don't think I'm right in my head, Neville," he whispered hoarsely. "Why did I want to join Quidditch? It was a mistake!"

"Don't talk nonsense," said Neville seriously, handing Ron some cereal. "You're fine, you're just a little nervous, and that's normal."

"No, you don't understand, I'm trash," said Ron, "I'm so useless, I can't play at all, what the hell is wrong with me, I hope this is a dream, when I open my eyes, I On draft day, I would definitely walk off the pitch."

"Don't be discouraged," Neville said firmly. "I heard that the ball you saved with your foot that day was simply miraculous. I guess the Slytherins are afraid of you."

Ron looked at Neville painfully.

He pulled his hair hard, and finally opened his mouth and said: "It was an accident, it was a collision - I slipped off the broom, and my teammates didn't see it. I happened to kick the Quaffle when I was trying to climb up."

"Ah, this..."

Neville was speechless, but he quickly recovered and comforted him: "Luck is also a kind of strength. If there are more accidents like this, we will surely win, don't you think?"

Neville said: "Why don't I go find Harry? He has experience in your situation. He has participated in the competition since he was in the first grade. He should have experience in how to eliminate the nervousness of the first competition."

"No, no, no." Ron suddenly shook his head frantically.

He had an indescribable feeling that if Neville really found Harry, Harry would definitely face him with a smile that no one could pick out, and then tell him what to do in soft words. But he will feel a trace of hidden deep coldness.

"Fine then," said Neville.

Then Ron's sister, Ginny, sat down, wearing a gold and red scarf, gloves, and rosettes.

"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked Ron.

Ron was staring at the remnants of the milk cereal in his bowl, as if seriously considering drowning himself in it.

"He's just nervous." Neville laughed.

"That's a good thing, because as long as he doesn't get nervous during the exam, it means that he's doing indescribably badly in that subject," Ginny said.

Neville: "..."

"Roar! Roar!"

Suddenly, two terrifying lion roars came from behind.

Ron, who had been distracted all this time, bounced off his stool in fright.

"Ginny, hello," said a slow voice behind them.

Ron looked up, and it was that crazy girl Luna Lovegood strolling over from the Ravenclaw table.

Many people were looking at Luna. On top of her head was a hat in the shape of a lion's head, the size of a real lion's head, which was precariously placed on her head.

If it was Luna who used to be weird, maybe she would just make people point and laugh at her.

But after Luna dressed up freshly and corrected her short-sightedness, she only looked cute and cute with such a strange big hat.

"I support Gryffindor."

Luna pointed to her hat and said, "See what it does..."

She reached out and tapped the hat with her wand. The hat opened its mouth wide, and let out two realistic lion roars, all eyes in the auditorium gathered.

Luna, who looks beautiful and quiet, does such an exaggerated thing, but she still has a calm face, and she doesn't care about other people's surprised expressions.

No wonder Harry felt that he only changed Luna's appearance, but there was still a kind of madness in her heart.

Hearing this sound again, Ginny knew where the two lion crows just now came from.

Holding her hat, Luna pretended to ask unintentionally, "Where's Astoria? Isn't she coming to the game?"

Glancing secretly at everyone at the Gryffindor table, but not seeing the figure she really wanted to see, Luna suddenly felt lost, she thought he would come today.

After all, there was no Quidditch match for a year, and the other students were eagerly awaiting the match.

Even if he only has a one-thousandth possibility to take a look, Luna is willing to look forward to that possibility.

Ginny sensed very sensitively that Luna wanted a chance to be with another person.

She couldn't help feeling sorry for each other.

Ginny shook her head sadly.

...

The frosty grass crunched underfoot as the players hurried down the ramp to the stadium.

There is no wind today, but the sky is gray and foggy. There are a few huge dark clouds like patches in the sky, and the visibility is not very good.

Angelina was telling Ron to be mentally prepared and to keep an eye on where the ball flew.

After everyone changed in the locker room, Angelina asked everyone to sit down, calm down, and began the usual pre-match training.

The voices outside became louder and louder, and the students had already started flocking from the castle to the stadium.

"I saw the final lineup of Slytherin," Angelina said, looking at a piece of parchment. "Last year's batsmen Derek and Ball are gone, but Monta seems to have found two new big players." Orangutans, not particularly good flyers. They're called Hartle and Felice, I don't know much about them..."

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