The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Saturday, late February.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Loren walked out of the foyer. He had just filled out the confinement receipt in Professor McGonagall's office, and also filled in the file information for the Special Contribution Award.

Previously, a lot of school management information was brought back from Ilvermorny, including academic magic research and institutionalized archival records. Hogwarts also consciously carried out standardized storage of information.

Professors Flitwick and Sprout began to plan to reorganize the club into a research group, and club members would be transformed into researchers, in a decent manner. Vice Headmaster Snape plans to convert Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets into an archive, while also retaining research records.

Although Professor McGonagall has not officially taken over as the principal, the atmosphere among professors has already changed.

The contrast is extremely obvious, and I don't know if a certain principal will feel ashamed.

"Welcome to the second half of the Hogwarts Quidditch season. Today the two teams competing are Hufflepuff! and Slytherin!

"The games in the losers' group are often more intense and exciting. The losers are brewing a fighting spirit to wash away their humiliation. The winner of this game will challenge the winner's group again, and may even have the opportunity to participate in the Quidditch Gold Cup!

"Which one of them can break through the barriers and win! Let us witness together..."

Today is the day of the Quidditch match, the lower bracket match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Loren was slightly delayed for a few minutes and missed the start of the game.

When I came to the stands of the Quidditch stadium, I looked for Hermione while looking at the scoreboard behind the scoring ring and listening to the students in the audience analyzing the situation on the field.

All the teachers and students in the school believed that there was no suspense about the outcome of this competition. Even Professor McGonagall, who loves Quidditch, was not very positive.

For Slytherin, Malfoy, the former main seeker, returned to the starting lineup. After experiencing the failure of the previous semester, the team's morale was high, and they were training hard in the cold weather when the ice and snow melted. Hufflepuff is in a miserable situation. The seeker is a new member who just joined the team this year. The goalkeeper's skills cannot keep up with his thinking. The only advantage is that the players have an optimistic attitude and are smiling when the game is approaching.

Not far away was the Hufflepuff audience, where several senior students were whispering together.

"Ernie, do you think it's possible for the Slytherin players to suddenly have a stomachache? They can't leave the bathroom without diarrhea, and then we win easily." Justin squinted his eyes and looked at the aggressive Slytherin team, and turned asked the head.

Ernie opened his eyes slightly: "Merlin's beard, Justin, you won't poison them, will you?"

"Maybe, I mean maybe."

Hannah next to her sighed and seemed to be quite regretful: "There are indeed several potions that can achieve the effect..."

"..."

I didn't expect the honest Hufflepuff to have such an idea.

Loren was immediately happy, and continued to eavesdrop with a smile, until he noticed the line of sight from behind to the right, and turned around to see Hermione sitting behind him with a calm expression, looking at him for who knows how long.

"Players from both sides prepare!"

Mrs. Hooch put the whistle into her mouth, the take-off whistle sounded, and Slytherin immediately launched a fierce attack.

Half an hour later, Hufflepuff was defeated.

When the commentator announced the result, the audience was noisily discussing the match. Some said that the goalkeeper always lost the ball, and some said that Slytherin's seeker Draco Malfoy was too fast, almost as fast as several times in a row. The best seeker of the year was Harry Potter, and some people said that Hufflepuff was the last one as in previous years.

Ron thoughtfully reviewed the tactics Slytherin had just shown, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Harry frowning and staring at Malfoy. A smile appeared on his face and he slowly leaned over.

“It’s always the Seeker’s problem this time, right?”

"He's just a new player."

"Have played a few games, he is not a new player."

"Losing the game is not the fault of the Seeker alone."

"It's his fault. What was Malfoy doing when he discovered the Golden Snitch? He was staring at Goyle across from him."

"Leave aside the 150 points scored by the Golden Snitch, isn't the goalkeeper right?"

"..."

This Harry's tone is so teasing.

Loren looked at the field again. The expressions of the players on both sides were different. The Slytherins were excited and excited, while the Hufflepuffs smiled a little reluctantly. Especially the faces of several players who were about to graduate could not hide their disappointment.

Immediately, the Hufflepuff students rushed up and gathered around several old players. Ernie put his arm around one of the players' shoulders, beat his chest, and congratulated him with a smile: "I can finally get rid of the hard training. You can be lazy on the next weekend.”

"We still have to train new players."

"It feels a little more relaxed after all."

"yes."

"We will gather in the common room tonight as a retirement ceremony for you."

"Ha ha……"

The Hufflepuff players grinned, waved and turned away, heading to the dressing room to take off their uniforms that they would never have the chance to wear again.

The past seven years have been Gryffindor's seven years. The past seven Quidditch seasons have been Gryffindor's season. They have been Harry Potter's season. The legendary Seeker joined the team when he first entered school. He has won the championship six times, and he should be the one this year, but this does not mean that they are irrelevant foils. They have also trained in stormy weather and discussed tactics all night long...

Now, it's all over.

Loren retracted his gaze, thought for a moment, turned to Hermione and asked: "What do you think about us sneaking into the Hufflepuff common room tonight and attending their party?"

Hermione rolled her eyes: "I don't know how the party is, but the professor will definitely punish you with two weeks of detention."

"..."

Loren was silent.

It makes sense, it's hard to refute.

...

It's April in a blink of an eye.

April is the rainy season. Hogwarts is shrouded in the continuous spring rain. The rain washes away the ice and snow. The temperature in Scotland is also approaching summer. The Whomping Willow sprouts new branches, the grass on the field drills out of the ground, and the branches of the bushes are dotted with sporadic flower buds. The sound of cicadas can already be heard in the Forbidden Forest.

April 5, Sunday.

There is still a week to Easter.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, the boy in the Gryffindor uniform wizard robe walked out of the hall and walked quickly along the field road. With the experience accumulated from several years of Quidditch training, it is easy to judge that his destination is the stadium.

Looking back at this month's training schedule, Harry thought carefully for a few minutes and confirmed that there was indeed no training plan for today.

So what was Ron doing at the stadium at this time?

And he was sneaking around and going to the stadium behind his back.

Harry hid behind the door and stared at his back through the crack in the door, squinting his eyes slightly, and Ron's abnormal behavior in recent times emerged in his mind-

I can never find him after dinner, not in the dormitory or the common room.

He doesn't participate in wizard chess and Gobstones, and even doesn't play tabletop Quidditch much.

The most suspicious thing is Quidditch training. Ron always lags behind and goes to the broom room with the reserve players to organize equipment!

Merlin!

This is the job he hates most after being promoted to captain.

Although Ron usually doesn't put on airs and only emphasizes that he is the captain of the team when chatting and joking, he used to ask others to organize equipment. In his words, "I organized equipment before I became captain, and I still organize equipment after I became captain, so I am not the captain for nothing?" His expression was arrogant, so he was always trained to block the ball with his face.

Now he suddenly changed his personality.

Harry muttered to himself, followed him from a distance with light steps, intending to see what he was doing.

As the last game was approaching, he had to ensure that there were no accidents.

Then he followed Ron's back to the court, and all the way to the court, he saw him walk into the lounge next to the locker room, and heard several familiar voices coming from inside.

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Harry distinguished them a little.

They were basically reserve players in the team. They could only be added to the starting lineup after graduation. Some of them were second reserve players and might not even be able to play on the court in the future.

"Practicing alone always lacks confrontation. The team members are too familiar with each other, so I let you do confrontational training with the Ravenclaw team.

"Don't think this is a hard job. You should know that Cedric from Hufflepuff made a girlfriend, Qiu Zhang, during the training. I'm telling you secretly, don't let it out, especially don't tell Ginny. Qiu Zhang was the girl Harry had a crush on at the time. When Harry heard the news of their relationship, his eyes turned red, and he thought we didn't see it...

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. How was the practice? Didn't you get bullied?

"You look so ugly, you must have lost badly, haha...

"Don't be sad, especially you, reserve seeker Shacklebolt. The team will be handed over to you after we graduate. It's a good time to adapt to their style now. Next, I'll tell you about the characteristics of the other three teams...

"Ravenclaw is flexible and light, although it is not very good at attack and defense. They are so outstanding, but they switch defense very quickly. If you are not careful, you will fall into their rhythm and be led by them...

"Slytherin is pure offense, offense at all costs. Marcus even advocated breaking the rules to attack. As long as you can score, you can use any tricks. Quidditch almost became a duel...

"Hufflepuff has not yet fully run-in. When Cedric was the captain, all their players had very solid basic skills and steady and simple tactics. Don't think they have no characteristics. In fact, this style brings the greatest pressure..."

Standing outside the door, Harry listened quietly to Captain Weasley's careful explanation. Although there were some slanderous sentences, he was not angry, but a little funny. He felt a little emotional in his heart. Ron, who once became the captain because of a prank, has now grown into a real captain.

"It's been half a day of confrontation training."

Ron's voice in the room was a little steady: "How is it, what have you gained?"

The gossip in front of him livened up the atmosphere. Several reserve players got rid of their lost emotions and chattered.

"Talk about coping tactics! ”

“How should we deal with them, Captain?”

“Captain Weasley, give me some tips in advance.”

“…”

Ron laughed a few times. He was like this when he took over the team two years ago: “There are tactics against them. I will explain them to you in training before graduation. You can adopt them according to the situation. Don’t completely believe in my tactics. I just summarize and summarize based on what I have observed so far, but the situation will change. You should be flexible.

"When you encounter a team like Hufflepuff, you should fight together. When you encounter a Slytherin team, you should fight with them. Even if you are injured, you have to tear off a piece of flesh. If it is Ravenclaw, you have to be better than them. More flexible.

"After we graduate, when you take over the team, it doesn't matter if you lose the first few games. That's because you haven't found your own style yet. The Gryffindor team is not a lion, but every player must become a lion. Lions are also social animals..."

"What if we can't do it?" one player asked.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it."

"ah?"

"This is an internal Quidditch game within the school. Some people value glory, while others value fun. I am the latter. I don't agree with Captain Wood and Captain Johnson's training plan. Training in thunderstorms and blizzards makes the players bored. Quidditch, obviously happiness is the most important thing.”

Ron spoke with a gentle smile, thinking he was a bit like Cedric.

Then I heard the player ask weakly: "But... Captain Weasley, you also let us train in a thunderstorm."

"Ahem, that's to allow you to adapt to the extreme weather, and my training intensity is much lighter than Captain Wood's in the previous two days. When Captain Wood was here, he trained us directly to catch a cold. Madam Pomfrey was required to ask for leave. "

With his deep story-telling experience, Ron quickly changed the subject and directed the prep players' attention elsewhere.

"The last final of the year?

"You won't lose..."

Harry stopped and listened for a few minutes, then quietly left, walking slowly outside.

Draco Malfoy performed really well this year. Perhaps he experienced a family tragedy and his mentality changed drastically. He lost his original impatience and inherited the wisdom of the Malfoy family. In the game against Hufflepuff not long ago, he was almost A fake move almost fooled him. The seeker who had just joined the team had no experience and could only be fooled.

But Harry was confident.

…

"look!"

Loren pushed the door and entered the prize display room. He approached the trophy in the glass display cabinet on the wall and pointed it to Hermione who came in behind: "This is my special contribution trophy. My name is also engraved on the base. In the future, students will be punished." When you clean this place, you can see my name..."

"I remember Voldemort also received this trophy."

Hermione walked a few steps further down the aisle and quickly found the old trophy and pointed it out to him: "Here, Tom Riddle."

"Slytherin, school year 1938-1945..."

Loren clicked his tongue and sighed: "Dumbledore and Principal McGonagall are really principled, so they will not revoke the trophy."

"Many recipients of special contribution awards are in Azkaban, and the school has not revoked their trophies." Hermione quietly glanced at his expression, feeling a little happy, "Is this why you called me here?"

"emmm..."

Loren was a little ashamed, pondered for a moment, and rolled his eyes: "What are your plans for the Easter holiday?"

"Professor Lupine's child was born and he invited us to his home."

"Um!?"