Harry Potter Reborn

The next day.

After breakfast.

In a remote corridor somewhere.

Angelina stopped, turned around, threw her straight long hair back, and asked: "Ron, what's the matter?"

The boy following her was none other than Ron.

He seemed to be a little distracted, not in the state, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were wandering, a little uneasy, timid, but also a little bit crazy and desperate, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of his mouth.

What Ron was thinking about had nothing to do with Angelina, but because at this time his head was slightly lowered and his eyes were slanting downward.

Therefore, that smile seemed to be the expression that appeared naturally on Ron's face after he had been staring at Angelina's buttocks from behind as he walked along.

Angelina "awoke" to Ron's obscene behavior, her face suddenly turned ugly, and her big eyes had a cold light.

Poor Ron, although this was not his intention at all, he still didn't know that he had been labeled as a "wretched man".

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Angelina emphasized her tone, showing her impatience.

Just now in the auditorium, when she was having breakfast, Ron suddenly came over and said that he had something very important to tell her, so she came over.

But as soon as she saw Ron's distracted look, she felt irritated and regretted following him out.

Ron had joined Quidditch for several months, enough for her to have a rough idea of ​​what kind of person Ron was.

Cowardly, stingy, inferior, clever, self-righteous...

It feels like a sticky snot.

It's really strange. His twin brother, who can make friends with everyone, how come his sister Ginny has such a stronger personality than him. Even Percy, who graduated before, always puts on an arrogant attitude.

His posture - as if his position is not the President of the Student Union but the Minister of Magic, but if Angelina had to choose who to stay with, she would rather endure that idiot Percy.

Just when Angelina was thinking that if Ron didn't say anything, she would just say "I'll leave if nothing happens" and leave, Ron finally came to his senses.

He suppressed the excitement that wanted to burst out, looked around around him, as alert as a mouse, then made a small noise, reached for something in his arms.

Angelina couldn't help but take two small steps back, on guard. He didn't look like he was going to do anything good.

Ron was completely unaware of Angelina's actions. He showed off and proudly held up a glass bottle he took out from his arms, and said with high spirits: "Angelina, if you allow me to rejoin the team, I promise that I will create

Miracle, in the finals with Ravenclaw, I guarantee that they won't let a single Quaffle ball score. We even have a chance to make a comeback, surpass Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in points, and win this year's championship.

Champion of the Digi season!”

Angelina didn't think about the Felixir, so she couldn't understand Ron's thinking at all. How could he be so confident and optimistic? Didn't he realize that Gryffindor was at such a disadvantage now that the team members were at such a disadvantage every week?

So the hard training is caused by Ron's super poor goalkeeping record?

"This is impossible!" Angelina refused firmly, "You want to change the goalkeeper before the game? You have no idea how hard Ginny trained for the game, and we tried new formation changes, but you didn't

Participating in training and unable to cooperate. Besides, Ginny is definitely the most talented Quidditch player I have ever seen, how could I possibly replace her."

Although Angelina didn't say it explicitly, she meant that Ron was too weak.

Ron's face turned red, he clenched the glass bottle, and argued loudly: "You don't have to worry about formations or ball skills, as long as I..."

"Has your head been stepped on by an elephant?" Angelina said angrily.

As a professional Quidditch player, she couldn't bear to hear Ron say such irresponsible words.

Audiences watch the fun, experts watch the door.

Every attack, feint, and coordination made by Quidditch players in the sky is the result of thousands of trainings between the players.

But Ron's light words reduced the players' efforts to the dirt.

"Uh." Ron was frightened by Angelina, who was as violent as a lion trying to eat a human.

"Do you think you are Prenton? Or Transylvania?" Angelina laughed angrily and said sarcastically, "I don't think even they would dare you to be so arrogant and say you don't need teammates.

!”

Ron's head was covered, like a seaweed that was ravaged by the whirlpool in the deep sea, teetering on the verge of collapse.

He wondered if it was opened in the wrong way.

The result was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that when he took out the Elixir of Fortune, Angelina would immediately and ecstatically agree to let him play, and then the two of them eagerly discussed how to blind everyone in the finals.

.

It's not going well.

Ron lowered his head and welcomed Angelina's drool.

He glanced at the elixir in his hand and thought he should take a sip before coming.

Suddenly, Ron had an idea.

etc.

It seems that Angelina still doesn’t know what I’m thinking. Does she not know that this is a magical elixir?

Thinking of this, Ron suddenly became energetic again and raised his head.

Angelina was talking about all of Ron's faults. Although they had little to do with today's events, they were all on her lips. When she caught this opportunity, she suddenly became bald. The more she talked about it, the happier she felt. It was absolutely amazing.

son.

Suddenly seeing Ron raising his head, he thought he was going too far, and Ron couldn't help but get angry.

Angelina felt a little guilty.

Ron didn't know what Angelina was thinking. He first asked tentatively: "Angelina, do you know what this is?"

He shook the bottle, and the pale golden liquid swayed left and right inside.

Angelina looked at Ron in confusion, frowned, and said lightly: "I don't know."

Ron suddenly became more confident, with his head held high and his eyebrows flying.

He almost couldn't wait to say it out: "Elixir of Fortune, this is the Elixir of Fortune..."

"Oh." Angelina said in a long tone, her head slightly raised, her eyelids slightly closed so that people couldn't see her expression clearly, "So that's what you meant when you said you don't need to rely on your teammates."

"That's right!" Ron patted his thigh excitedly. He felt that Angelina was about to agree to his proposal, and he was extremely excited.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Angelina's expression changed.

Extremely gloomy.

"Although you have countless shortcomings, I don't think you can find any big faults, at least in Quidditch."

"Although you performed very poorly in the previous game, it was actually more caused by your psychological factors - I can see that you just didn't dare to express yourself. I saw you when we didn't train because of the heavy rain.

, one person is training silently wearing a poncho..."

Angelina said calmly.

She was praising Ron, but Ron couldn't smile, and the smile that was on his face just now also faded.

Because Angelina's words made him feel very heavy, and her expression didn't seem like she really wanted to praise others, which made people feel like a spring breeze blowing over her.

"But I was wrong." Angelina's tone suddenly became louder, and then immediately returned to the lazy and heavy tone before.

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