Harry Potter: The Path of Destiny

When Nydia appeared in front of Ron with a broomstick, he was so surprised that he almost fell off his broomstick.

"Worry! It would be terrible if the goalkeeper fell off the broom during the game." Nidia said jokingly to Ron.

"How do you know I'm here!" Ron asked nervously, and then looked around to see if there was anyone else. This open space usually rarely has people coming here. "Who else knows?"

"And Draco! We saw you practicing here in the castle yesterday!" Nydia said. "We assume you want to participate in the selection for Gryffindor Keeper, right?"

Ron frowned, "So Malfoy must be laughing at me, right?"

"No, he suggested that I come and help you practice." Nidia shook her head.

"Damn it! I don't believe he would say that." Ron felt that Nitya must be joking with him.

Nitya shrugged, "Believe it or not! The point is, are you ready to catch the ball I throw?"

As soon as Nidia finished speaking, the Quaffle in her hand was already thrown towards Ron. Ron was caught off guard and the Quaffle missed him.

"Hey! I'm not ready yet!" Ron said unhappily, "You threw it too suddenly!"

"That's right! But your opponent won't wait for you to be ready before throwing it! You need to observe their movements at all times and predict their thoughts." As soon as the words fell, the Quaffle in Nidia's hand was aimed at Ron again go in the direction.

"That's it again! You can't..."

"I've already warned you, concentrate!" Another Quaffle was thrown.

Ron, who had suffered losses twice, was prepared this time, and he caught the Quaffle thrown by Nidia.

"Great job! That's it!" Nitya said approvingly.

"I said, as long as you let me..."

Ron was about to say something proudly, but Nidia didn't give him this free opportunity at all. The Quaffle in his hand was thrown towards Ron again. Unprepared, Ron collided with the Quaffle again. Passing by.

"Damn it! Come again!" Ron became serious. This was exactly what Nidia wanted to see.

After several hours of practice, Ron had gotten better and better at guarding, and in the last hour, he barely missed a few of Nitya's shots.

"It's already great! But when it comes to the real game, the scene will become more chaotic. There are three people you need to keep an eye on, and you also need to pay attention to avoid the attacks of the Bludgers." Nidia said, "Maybe when we practice tomorrow You can add some more distractions!”

"Thank you, Nydia!" Ron got off his broom, "But... can you keep it a secret for me and don't tell anyone that I want to participate in the goalkeeper selection, especially George and Fred? Since I After I became a superior, the two of them were always sarcastic to me."

Nitya spread her hands, "If I plan to tell others, I won't be the only one here tonight."

Because she spent all her time helping Ron train at night, Nidia had to use her spare time to complete the newly assigned homework. The busy rhythm made time fly by. At night, she and Ron started again When they came to the open space to practice, they added a Bludger stolen from the warehouse to the practice this time, which made Ron's defense more difficult.

By the end of the practice, both of them were exhausted. Ron was hit in many places by Bludgers. Although he did not suffer any serious injuries, the pain was still unavoidable.

The two dragged their tired bodies towards the Gryffindor common room. When they reached the eighth floor and were about to walk towards the Fat Lady's portrait, the portrait bounced away on its own, and Fred and George walked away from it. They walked out, followed by a group of first-year students.

"Oops!" Ron looked around, then quickly hid behind the statue of Slender Lachlan.

"Good evening! Nydia!" Fred and George greeted Nydia as they walked down the stairs.

"You're holding a broomstick! Are you practicing by yourself?" George asked Nidia.

"Um...yeah! I saw that the weather was not bad, so I wanted to go practice in advance. After all, I haven't flown for a long time, and I was afraid that I would be rusty." Nidia was a little nervous, looking at the statue of Slender Lachlan from time to time. Side glanced.

"Oh! Really?" Fred looked at Nidia suspiciously, but he didn't ask any more questions. He and George quickly left with the group of first-year students. They were worried that they were here. Stay too long and you'll be caught by Hermione.

After confirming that Fred and George were gone, Ron walked out from behind the statue. He breathed a sigh of relief, but another voice immediately made him nervous again.

"Ron, Nydia! What are you doing?" Harry appeared at the top of the stairs, as if his confinement at Umbridge's had just ended today.

"Um...it's nothing, we just..." Ron wanted to find an excuse to hide it.

"Why are you all holding broomsticks?" Harry frowned, "Tell me, what are you doing?"

Nydia turned to look at Ron. In fact, she didn't care about telling Harry about it, but the decision whether to tell Harry or not was still in Ron's hands.

"Okay! I'll tell you. But don't laugh at me," Ron sighed. It was really difficult to hide something from his best friend. "I just thought, since I got a Nice broom, I might as well try out for the Gryffindor Keeper tryout.”

"Why should I laugh at you!" Harry said, "You want to be a goalkeeper. This is great, but I have never seen you as a goalkeeper. How are your skills?"

"It's not bad. If he can bring out the best in practice when he gets on the field, I think there won't be any big problems." Nitya said.

"So you're helping Ron practice, right? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked.

"Because you are in solitary confinement, I originally wanted you to help me practice, but you don't have time. I don't want you to worry about one more thing." Ron explained, "And I didn't tell you Nitya, she discovered it on her own.”

"Draco and I were walking in the corridor when we saw Ron practicing in the rain. He used the summoning spell to make the balls hit him, but I don't think his method was very effective," Nidia said.

"This is the best method I can come up with!" Ron said helplessly, "But thanks to Nidia, I feel that my skills have improved a lot after practicing in the past two days."

"It would be great if you could join the team! We can all train together in the future!" Harry was very happy about this matter.

"What's on the back of your hand?" Nydia asked, staring at the back of Harry's hand carefully.

Harry quickly put his hands behind his back, "It's nothing, it's just a scratch, it's okay."

Ron grabbed Harry's hand and showed the back of his hand. He saw a line of words deeply engraved on the skin of the back of his hand, 'I cannot lie'.

"You said she only punished you for copying sentences." Ron said angrily.

Harry pulled his hand back, "Yes! It was indeed copying sentences, but her strange quill used my blood as ink."

"That dominatrix! She's really gone too far. What she did is wrong!" Ron said angrily, "You should tell Professor McGonagall about this."

"No, I don't want to let this upset me, and I don't know how much power Professor McGonagall has to control her," Harry said.

"Then tell Dumbledore!" said Ron.

"No, Dumbledore already has too many things to consider, and I don't want to bother him anymore with this little thing." Harry shook his head.

"This won't work, and that won't work, so what should we do? You can't just be tortured by her in vain." Ron said impatiently, "Nitya, tell me what else you can do!"

"You mean that as long as you write with her quill, what you write will be engraved on your skin!" Nydia's attention has been focused on Umbridge's strange quill. .

"I want you to help Harry find a solution. Why do you ask about that pen? I dare say that pen must be illegal." Ron said.

"I'm just curious about that quill..." In fact, what Nydia was thinking was that such a magical quill was really suitable for giving to Rita Skeeter to write articles.

"Okay! You don't have to worry anymore. I just need to hold on for one more day and I'll be fine. I don't want to bother other people with such a trivial matter anymore." Harry had already made up his mind. If Ron hadn't been here tonight, When Nidia saw the wound on the back of his hand, probably no third person except himself and Umbridge would know about it.

"Hey! Are you going to give me the password?" The fat lady in the portrait glared at the three of them angrily, "Are you going to make me stay up all night and wait here for you to finish your words? "

"Sorry ma'am..."

After giving the password, the three of them hurried into the common room. Because they were all too tired, they all went back to their dormitories without saying a few words.