94 Diagon Alley

    No bad words. If Harry can't be honest with his heart, he's going to be dealing with a relatively good new batsman who has his eyes on Ginny.

    She shrugged, "You're an expert, you should trust your eyes."

    That night, Ginny assured Harry that there was no reason to regret his choice. Dean cooperated very well with Ginny and Demirza. Hitters Perks and Gut are also getting better. The only one in trouble was Ron.

    Gwen has always known Ron's erratic state, his stage fright, lack of confidence, and unfortunately, the first game of the season seems to have induced all of his past mental problems . Ginny said he missed six **** in a row, most of them from her, and then his technique became increasingly unorganized.

    "I'm so nervous," said Ginny angrily, "Ron, this bastard, punched the oncoming Demirza Robbins in the mouth."

    "Sounds painful," Gwen bared her teeth, "but you can't call your brother a bum..."

    "Hmph, Captain is too busy to call him a scumbag, I think someone should—" Ginny snorted, "Look, Gwen. If Ron doesn't change him That nerve-wracking bug, this year's trophy goes to Slytherin."

    "I'm more curious, are you going to accept Dean's pursuit?" Gwen felt that Ginny's anger was too strange.

    "Come on, Gwen, I don't want to fight again tonight." The red-haired witch looked like an angry lion.

    "What does Ron have to say?"

    "My dear brother," said Ginny angrily, shaking off her long red hair, "that he won't allow me to cuddle with others in public!"

    "You guys already—" Gwen got up and asked in shock, "Hug?"

    "Don't be silly, I tripped over the carpet, Dean just helped me." Ginny blushed, "Although it took a while."

    Gwen leaned back again and fell on his fluffy pillow, "Then how did you fight back? Female warrior."

    "I told him, just because he's never hugged anyone in his life, because he was only kissed by our Aunt Muriel growing up—" Ginny said slowly .

    Gwen wows exaggeratedly, "Very vicious."

    "He also speaks harshly." Ginny insisted, "Actually accused her own sister of being..."

    "I'm 100% sure that you, Ron, and George and Fred are definitely biological siblings." Gwen didn't think it was too serious, "Maybe it's because of your irritation. Come on, Ron will start dating Hermione tomorrow."

    Ginny laughed at Gwen's naive idea, "I'm more likely to date Dean."

    "As your friend, I have nothing against it." Gwen was noncommittal, "I mean, Dean is a nice guy, he's a gentleman, and he's got a great poster."

    Ginny looked at Gwen in surprise, "Tell me, why did you choose George as your boyfriend?"

    Gwen wondered why she asked: "Because he's handsome and we have a good relationship, and his level of mischief is incredible."

    Ginny's expression said she was speechless at the answer, "What about Fred? They're almost identical—"

    "Are you crazy? They're two completely different." Gwen made a fuss, as if taking Fred into consideration was a sweeping event, "George wasn't so out of his mind, he was gentler Some."

    "I can't believe you'd describe my brother as 'less out of line'." Ginny was perplexed. "And I don't have the idea of ​​falling in love with Dean for the time being. He always wants to help me when I drill the portrait hole, as if I can't climb in by myself."

    "Then you'd better reject him outright, otherwise Harry will be frightened and won't dare to confess to you." Gwen said sharply.

    "He won't, Gwen." Ginny looked up at the ceiling. "He doesn't like me at all."

    No wonder, thought Gwen. Harry couldn't take his eyes off Ginny at all this term.

    The next morning, breakfast was as lively as usual. The Slytherins cheered and booed loudly as each member of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall. Gwen glanced at the ceiling and saw a clear, tile-blue sky: that was a good sign.

    The table in Gryffindor was bright red and gold, and students cheered when Harry and Ron came over. Harry smiled and waved, and Ron grimaced and shook his head.

    "Cheer up, Ron!" Lavender shouted, "I know you must be great!"

    Ron ignored her.

    "Tea?" Harry asked Ron, "Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"

    "Whatever." Ron said sullenly, taking a gloomy bite of bread.

    A few minutes later, Hermione came, and for some reason she was awkward with Ron and didn't come downstairs to breakfast with them. She stopped as she approached the table.

    "How are you two feeling?" she asked tentatively, looking at the back of Ron's head.

    "Good," said Harry, who was busy handing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice. "Here, Ron, drink it."

    Ron raised the glass to his lips when Hermione snapped.

    "Don't drink, Ron!"

    Both Harry and Ron looked up at her, and Gwen was also attracted by the cry.

    “Why?” said Ron.

    Hermione stared at Harry dumbfounded, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

    "You just put something in that drink."

    "What did you say?" said Harry.

    "You heard what I said. I saw it all. You just poured something into Ron's drink. You're still holding the bottle in your hand!"

    "I really don't understand what you're saying." Harry said as he hurriedly stuffed a small bottle into his pocket.

    "What's that?" Gwen saw sharply. "The little golden bottle?"

    Apparently, Harry, Ron and Hermione knew what potion was inside.

    "Ron, I warn you, don't drink!" Hermione repeated in a panic, but Ron picked up the glass, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Don't treat me Pointing fingers, Hermione."

    Hermione looked shocked and angry. She bent down and lowered her voice so that no one could hear, "You're going to be fired for this. I can't believe you'd do something like this, Harry!"

    "Who's talking?" Harry whispered. "Who gave the Confusion Charm recently?"

    Hermione hurried to the end of the table. Harry looked at her back, not feeling remorse. Hermione never understood how important Quidditch was. Harry turned to look at Ron, who was smacking his lips.

    "It's almost time." Harry said lightly.

    They strode toward the stadium, the frosty grass crunching under their feet.

    Gwen found Hermione who left early. Although she condemned Harry and Ron, she was still worried. She came to the Gryffindor auditorium early, and was standing alone. face sitting.

    Gwen took out the binoculars and chatted with Hermione: "The weather is so good, so lucky, isn't it?

    Hermione complied and continued to look at the court with a stern face.

    To Gwen's surprise, the dazzling blond boy was absent from the Slytherin team.

    "Did I miss any news? Malfoy quit the team?"

    Hermione also picked up her own telescope and looked over, frowning. "It's weird, Malfoy should be the person who loves Quidditch the most besides Harry."

    Gwen's heart sank, which is good news for the Gryffindor team, but not necessarily good news for the rest of the school.

    Because Malfoy might be hiding somewhere and doing something bad.

    As soon as the whistle sounded, the players on both sides kicked **** the frozen ground and rose into the air. A voice completely different from the previous commentator rang out.

    "Okay, now they're off. I think everyone will be surprised to see what Porter has put together this term. Goalkeeper Ron Weasley He had good and bad performances last term and probably won't be on the team anymore, but he has a close personal relationship with the captain and that definitely helped him..."

    "This commentary is really bad," said Gwen quickly, noting that Hermione thought the same thing as she did.

    But this remark won the sneer and applause of the Slytherins on the other side of the court. Gwen craned his neck to look at the narrator's desk. A tall, thin boy with yellow hair and a flat nose was standing there, babbling into the magic microphone that once belonged to Lee Jordan. Gwen recognized it as Zacharice Smith.

    “Why can both Cedric and him appear in an academy?” Gwen said with emotion.

    "I can't see his face." An ethereal voice came from Luna, who was sitting with them, "The harassing horsefly wrapped his head."

    According to Gwen's understanding, Luna's harassment flies can be equated with the bad mood in the wizard's heart, so she completely agrees with this description - for the one who only mumbles and complains about others nasty.

    "Oh, the first time the Slytherins attacked the goal, it was Urquhart flying quickly across the pitch - Weasley saved the ball, yeah, I think he'd cross the point occasionally good luck..."

    "This stupid thing," Hermione looked excited, "he's saved three balls!" Then she thought of something, and closed her mouth with a white face.

    Gwen was more interested in the potion Harry gave Ron. But she's not stupid