Harry Potter Reborn

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

After Ron got up, he sat up straight on the bed, holding his knees with his arms and looking dull.

"Are you okay?" Seamus asked as he put a wool sweater on his head.

Ron nodded but said nothing.

Seamus felt that Ron was very similar to the last time he cast the slug curse and was backlashed. He looked the same as when he had vomited slugs for a long time before being cured by Madam Pomfrey: pale, dripping with cold sweat, and in any case

Neither of them would 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 have a full meal."

…

When Ron walked into the auditorium with heavy steps, the people inside were filling up quickly. The voices were louder than usual, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic. Even the cold air outside could not dampen it by half.

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

Ron looked around and saw that almost everyone was wearing a silver badge with a crown on top of a silver and green scarf and hat. Ron wanted to see what the words on the badge were, but Seamus was eager to enjoy his breakfast.

He pulled Ron and walked quickly past the dining table. Ron only vaguely seemed to see the words Ron Weasley on it?

As soon as Ron walked to the Gryffindor table, he received a warm welcome. Everyone here was wearing a gold and red scarf and a hat. They were extremely looking forward to Ron's performance in the game and helping Gryffindor win the championship.

victory.

But the cheers failed to cheer up Ron. Ron's face became even more ugly. He sat slumped on the nearest stool and stared at the delicious food on the plate, as if it was his severed head 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 person he could talk to was Neville.

You must know that since Neville became a prefect this year, Ron no longer likes to talk to Neville.

Who doesn't know that Neville was the joke of the whole school in Snape's class. How could he become a prefect if he performed so poorly? Ron felt that it must be Principal McGonagall who felt pity for Neville's family and made such an arrangement.

Moreover, every time Neville talked to them in distress about some situations he encountered as a prefect in the dormitory, Ron had a stiff smile on his face, but in his heart he scolded Neville for deliberately showing off his prefect status.

identity.

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

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

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

"No, you don't understand, I'm useless," Ron said, "I'm so useless, I can't play at all. What's wrong with me? I really hope this is a dream. When I open my eyes, I

On the day of player selection, I will definitely leave the stadium directly."

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

Ron looked at Neville painfully.

He pulled his hair back 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. When I was trying to climb up, I happened to kick the Quaffle."

"Ah, this..."

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

Neville said: "How about I go find Harry? He has experience in your situation. He participated in the competition when he was in the first grade. How to eliminate the nervousness of the first competition? He should have experience."

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

He had an indescribable feeling that if Neville really found Harry, Harry would definitely face him with a smile that no one could fault, and then tell him what to do in a gentle voice. But he would

I felt a hint of hidden coldness.

"Okay then." Neville said.

At this time, Ron's sister, Ginny, sat over. She was wearing a gold and red scarf, gloves, and rosettes.

"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked Ron.

Ron was staring at the remnants of milk cereal in the bowl, as if seriously considering whether to drown himself in it.

"He's just a little nervous." Neville laughed.

"That's a good thing, because as long as he's not nervous during the exam, it means he's going to do indescribably poorly in that subject." Ginny said.

Neville: "..."

"Ho! Roar!"

Suddenly, two terrifying lion roars came from behind.

Ron, who had been distracted, was so frightened that he jumped up from his stool.

"Hello, Ginny." A slow voice said behind them.

Ron looked up and saw 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, as big as a real lion's head, precariously placed on her head.

If it were Luna who was weird in the past, people would probably just point their fingers at her and laugh at her.

But after Luna dressed up neatly and had her myopia corrected, she only looked cute and adorable wearing such a strange big hat.

"I support Gryffindor."

Luna pointed to her hat and said, "Look what it will do..."

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

Luna, who looks pretty and quiet, did such an exaggerated thing, but she kept her face calm and didn't care about the surprised expressions of others.

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

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

Luna held her hat and asked, pretending not to care, "Where's Astoria? Isn't she coming to watch the game?"

She secretly glanced at everyone at the Gryffindor table, but didn't see the figure she really wanted to see. Luna felt disappointed. She thought he would come today.

After all, there has been no Quidditch match for a year, and other students are eagerly waiting for the game.

Even if there was only one chance in a thousand that he would take a look, Luna was willing to look forward to that possibility.

Ginny was very sensitive to the fact that Luna wanted a chance to be with another person.

She couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other.

Ginny shook her head sadly.

…

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

There was no wind today, but the sky was like a gray mist. There were a few huge dark clouds like patches in the sky, and the visibility was not very good.

Angelina is telling Ron to be mentally prepared and to always keep an eye on where the ball is flying.

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

The crowd outside was getting louder and louder, and students had begun to flock from the castle to the stadium.

"I saw the final lineup of Slytherin," Angelina said, looking at a piece of parchment. "Last year's batters Derek and Bol are gone, but Monta seems to have found two new ordinary big players.

Orangutans, but not particularly good flyers. These two people are called Hartle and Felice. I don't know much about them..."

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