Rebirth of the Harry Potter

On the day of the Quidditch game, it was gloomy and cold early in the morning.

When Ron got up, he sat upright on the bed, his arms around his knees, his eyes dull.

"Are you okay?" Seamus asked while putting on his wool sweater.

Ron nodded, but said nothing.

Seamus felt that Ron was like the scene of the last time he cast the slug curse and was eaten back. He looked the same as when the slug was cured by Madam Pomfrey after vomiting for a long time: pale, cold and sweaty, and no matter what. He refused to open his mouth to speak.

"You need to have some breakfast," Seamer said, "Go, you'll start your first game in a while, how can you not eat enough."

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When Ron dragged a heavy pace into the auditorium, the people inside were quickly filling up, the voices were louder than usual, the atmosphere was more warm, and the cold air outside could not be weakened by half.

As they walked past the Slytherin table, they heard a noise.

Ron looked around and saw that almost everyone was wearing a crown-shaped silver badge outside the silver and green scarf and hat. Ron wanted to see what was on the badge, but Seamus was eager to enjoy his breakfast, so he pulled Ron across the table quickly. Ron only vaguely saw the words Ron Weasley on it?

As soon as Ron walked to the Gryffindor table, he was greeted warmly. Everyone here was a scarf and hat in gold and red. They looked forward to Ron’s performance in the game and help Gryffindor get victory.

But the cheers failed to cheer Ron up. 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 he had his head severed in front of him. rice.

Seamus had already devoted himself to the food and didn't notice Ron at all.

At this time Ron suddenly felt that it was Neville that he could talk to.

You must know that since Neville became the prefect this year, Ron no longer loves talking to Neville.

Who didn't know that Neville was a joke of the whole school in Snape's class. How could he become the prefect with such a bad performance? Ron felt that it must be Principal McGonagall's poor family that made this arrangement.

Moreover, in the dormitory, every time Neville talked to them about some of the situations he encountered as the prefect, Ron had a stiff smile on his face, but he was scolding Neville for showing off his prefect intentionally. Identity.

But at this moment, he realized that he could only tell Neville some words.

"I don't think my head is normal, Neville," he whispered hoarsely. "Why do I want to join Quidditch? That's a mistake!"

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

"No, you don't understand, I'm just useless," Ron said. "I'm so useless. I can't play at all. What's wrong with me? I wish it was a dream. When I opened my eyes, I On the day of player selection, I will definitely leave the court directly."

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

Ron looked at Neville painfully.

He squeezed 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. When I was thinking about climbing up, I happened to kick the ghost fly ball."

"Ah, this..."

Neville was speechless, but he recovered quickly and comforted: "Luck is also a form of strength. If there are more accidents like this, we will win, right?"

Neville said: "Otherwise, I'll find Harry? He has experience in your situation. He has participated in the competition in the first grade. How to eliminate the tension of the first game, he should have experience."

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

He felt indescribable. If Neville really found Harry, Harry would definitely face him with a smile that no one could tell, and then softly tell him what to do. But he would feel a trace of deep coldness hidden.

"All right," Neville said.

At this time Ron's sister, Ginny, sat over, 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 smiled.

"That's a good thing, because as long as he is not nervous during the exam, it means that his subject is unspeakably bad." Ginny said.

Neville: "..."

"Roar! Roar!"

Suddenly there were two terrifying roars of lions behind him.

Ron, who had been wandering, was frightened and bounced off the stool.

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

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

Many people are looking at Luna. On top of her is a lion-head-shaped hat, which is the size of a real lion's head and is worn shaky on her head.

If it was Luna, who was weird before, it would only lead people to point and laugh at her.

But after Luna dressed fresh and corrected her myopia, she wore such a strange big hat, but she only looked cute and cute.

"I support Gryffindor."

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

She reached out and tapped the hat with her magic wand. The hat opened her mouth wide and let out two more realistic roars. The eyes of the auditorium gathered.

Luna, who has a pretty appearance, made such an exaggeration, but she has always been calm and doesn't care about other people's surprised expressions.

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

After hearing this sound again, Ginny knew where the two lion calls came from.

Luna held on to her hat and pretended to ask: "Where is Astoria? Isn't she watching the game?"

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

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

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

Ginny sensed very sensitively that Luna wanted to have the opportunity to stay with another person.

She couldn't help feeling pity for the same illness.

Ginny shook her head sadly.

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The frosty grass creaked underfoot~www.ltnovel.com~The team members hurried down the **** and rushed to the stadium.

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

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

Everyone changed their clothes in the changing room, Angelina asked everyone to sit down, calm their hearts, and start the usual pre-match training.

The voices of people outside are getting louder and louder, and the students have begun to flock to the stadium from the castle.

"I saw Slytherin's final lineup," 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 ordinary big Orangutans, not flying particularly well. These two people are Hartle and Feliz, I don’t know them well..."

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