HP Magic Biography

October ended in squalls and storms, and November came, cold as frozen iron, with heavy frost every morning, and cold drafts blowing on exposed hands and faces.

The sky and the ceiling in the Great Hall turned a dull, pearly gray, and the mountains around Hogwarts were covered in snow. It had gotten so cold in the castle that many of the students put on their warm thick dragonhide gloves when they went out into the corridors between classes.

This is not good news, this year's wind is much colder than last year.

The morning of the race was bright and cold.

When Fan Lin woke up, Harry had just opened his eyes. As soon as Fan Lin sat up, he saw Ron sitting upright on the bed, with his hands wrapped around his knees, staring at the sky intently.

This is simply a miracle. You know, Ron is usually the one who likes to sleep late.

Are you okay? Fan Lin asked a little embarrassed.

Ron nodded but said nothing. This made Harry feel a little bit, just like when Van Lin encouraged him to do something at first, and then Harry couldn't help but think of the time when Ron accidentally cast a vomiting spell on himself, and he looked like He was just as pale and weak back then, not to mention he seemed unable to speak.

You just need some breakfast, Harry said energetically, Come on.

When they arrived, the hall was almost full, and everyone was talking loudly, and the atmosphere was more lively than usual. The drumming grew louder as they passed the Slytherin table.

Fan Lin saw keenly, but he couldn't say keenly, those Slytherins were too prominent. In addition to the usual green and silver scarves and hats, each of them wore a silver badge shaped like a crown.

For some reason, a lot of people laughed and waved to Ron. Harry tried to make out what was written on their badges as he walked by, but rather than lingering at this,

He'd rather have Ron walk across their table as quickly as possible.

At Gryffindor they received a warm welcome, each in red and gold, but instead of bolstering Ron's courage, it seemed to take the last of his breath out of him, and he sat slumped On the nearest bench, the expression looks as if facing his last meal.

I must be crazy to do this, he said hoarsely. Nervous.

Don't be silly, Harry said firmly, handing him the oatmeal, you'll be fine. It's normal to be nervous.

I'm trash, said Ron sadly. I'm useless, I can't do it anymore. What am I thinking?

Control yourself, Fan Lin said seriously. Never look down on yourself. I remember the day you saved the ball with your feet. Even Fred and George said it was amazing.

Ron turned to Fan Lin with some pain.

It was accidental, he muttered weakly, I didn't mean to—you and Hermione were too far away to notice that I slipped off the broom, and I happened to Kicked that ball.

Well, said Harry, quickly recovering from his surprise, more surprises like this and victory is in our pocket, isn't it?

Ginny and Hermione sat across from them, Hermione wearing a red and gold scarf, gloves and rosette today, and Ginny in her red and gold Gryffindor uniform.

She is Gryffindor's back-up Chaser, or batter, anyway, Angelina is going to use her as a secret weapon, Ginny flies very well, in some ways, she is better than Harry .

How are you feeling? Ginny asked Ron, who was staring at the leftover milk in the bottom of his empty oatmeal bowl, as if he was really trying to play himself dead in it.

He's just nervous, Harry said.

Okay, that's a good sign, I've never seen you do well in a test without being nervous, Hermione said, taking it for granted.

Hi, a dazed, dreamy voice sounded behind them, and Fan Lin hardly had to look up. There was no doubt that Luna floated over from the Ravenclaw table, and many people stared at her. Watching her, some people openly pointed and made fun of her. She managed to get a hat in the shape of an old lion's head, which dangled on her head.

I'm Gryffindor, Luna said, pointing unnecessarily at her hat. Look what this is... She drew out her wand and touched her hat. The lion opened its mouth wide and let out a very realistic roar, which startled everyone nearby. It's fine, isn't it? Luna said happily. I hope it chews up the Slytherin serpent, you know, but now's not the time. Anyway... good luck, come on!

Luna came, and Luna floated away again.

Colin and Arya hadn't recovered from the shock of the hat when they hurried to them, and Arya's eyebrows had returned to their original shape under Mrs. Moses' treatment.

If you're all right, Aliya said, we'll go straight to the venue, check the environment and change.

We'll be there soon, Harry promised. Ron needs some more breakfast.

However, after ten minutes it was clear to him that Ron clearly couldn't swallow anything, and Harry thought he'd better hurry and take him to the dressing room. When they stood up, Hermione stood up too, grabbing Harry by the arm and pulling him aside.

Don't let Ron see what's written on the Slytherin badge, she whispered anxiously. Harry looked at her quizzically, but she shook her head warningly as Ron was coming their way, looking bewildered and desperate.

Good luck, Ron, Hermione helped Ron pull up his clothes, and you, Harry...

Ron seemed to wake up as they passed through the back of the hall.

He looked too distracted to pay attention to his surroundings, but as they passed the Slytherin table, Harry glanced curiously at the crown-shaped badge, and this time he could read the inscription clearly. : Weasley is our king!

Harry had an ominous premonition that this was not going to be a good thing, so he hurried Ron through the gate, down the stone steps, and out into the cold air. The frosty weeds rattled under their feet as they hurried across the sloping lawn to the gymnasium.

There was not a hint of wind today and the sky was a pure pearly white, indicating that there was no problem with glare today and visibility was high. Harry pointed out their advantages to Ron as they walked, but he wasn't sure Ron was listening.

When they arrived, Fred had changed and was walking towards the rest of the team.

Harry and Ron put on their robes (Ron spent several minutes trying to turn them back and forth, until Fred couldn't stand it and came to help him), and sat down to listen to the speeches before each match, when the The crowd poured from the castle to the stadium, and the noise grew louder.

So, I just found out about the final lineup of Slytherins, Angelina said, referring to a piece of parchment.

Last year's hitters Dale and Bock are gone, but it looks like they've been replaced with Nelson's customary hunks, or rather, anyone who knows how to fly. They're two guys named Gore and Clarke, I'm not very familiar with them...

We know each other! said Harry and Ron together.

Well, they don't look smart enough to tell the ends of a broom, said Angelina, pocketing the parchment, but I'm often surprised that Dale and Bock can find their way to a field without signposts. road.

Goyle and Clara were made in the same mold as them, Harry said firmly.

They could hear hundreds of footsteps on the auditorium benches. Someone was singing, though Harry couldn't make out the words. He was starting to get nervous, but he knew his nausea wasn't nearly as strong as Ron's, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead, his jaw agape and his face pale.

It's time, Angelina said calmly, checking her watch. Come on guys...good luck.

Everyone stood up, carrying brooms, and walked out of the locker room in a single file, into the dazzling sunlight. A great cheer greeted them, and Harry could still hear the singing, though it was drowned out by the cheers and whistles. The Slytherins stood there waiting for them.

They also wear the emblem of the silver crown. Their new captain, Nelson, built a Dudley Dursley-like team, all with forearms as big as hairy thighs. Behind him stood Clark and Goyle, squinting foolishly in the sun, waving for their new bats.

Malfoy stood aside, the sun shining on his gold. He smirked into Harry's eyes, poking the crown on his chest.

Captain, shake hands, the referee Mrs. Hodge ordered as Angelina and Nelson walked up to each other. Harry dared Nelson to crush Angelina's fingers, even though Angelina was a Girl, but she didn't back down.

Get on the broom...

Mrs Hodge put the whistle in her mouth and blew once. The ball was released, and 4 players rushed up at the same time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught Ron heading for the goal. He shot up, dodged a Bludger, and flew in a wide circle over the field, searching for golden lights.

...

It's not too bad, is it? Outside the arena, Hermione said with some concern, but as long as Ron swings normally, there will be no problem, but the crux of the problem is whether Ron can swing normally, it will be marked A question mark.

Don't worry, Harry is still here. I don't think Harry will lose to Malfoy, but I hope that Luo Dong can safely stop a few balls now, so that I can feel a little proud.

...

And on the other side of the stadium, Malfoy was doing the same.

That's Arya, Arya and the Quaffle, what a team that girl is, I've been saying it for years and she still won't go out with me—

Jordan! cried Professor McGonagall.

Just kidding, to spice things up - she dodges, she swerves Fergus, she - oh no - she gets hit by a Bludger from Peters... Nelson grabs Caught the Quaffle and Nelson turned back to the field - George Weasley hit a nice Bludger. It was aimed at Nelson's head and he dropped the Quaffle and got caught Hold up, Isabella of Gryffindor sent back to Angelina to—”

Lee Jordan's commentary echoed in the arena, and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind in his ears, the noise of the crowd, including all the yelling, booing and singing.

- dodges Nelson, dodges a bouncing ball - close call, - uh - wait, the crowd likes this? Listen, what are they singing about?

The singing from the sea of ​​silver and green in the Slytherin stands grew louder and clearer when Lee stopped to listen.

Weasley can't save a ball, he can't even block one, that's why we Slytherins always say, Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in a dustbin. He keeps letting the Quaffle slip in. Weasley will make sure we win. Weasley is our trump card.

—Alia passed behind Gore! Li Xun shouted, obviously, he made a wrong decision.

When Harry turned, he was blown away by the song he had just heard, which he knew Lee wanted to drown out.

Now come on, Arya - looks like she just knocked the keeper! - she shot - she - hahahaha... Unfortunately, the Slytherin keeper saved the ball and he sent the Quatro The ball was thrown to Nelson and it slid away, zigzagging between Alicia and Angelina...

Just when Jordan was trying to cover up the singing with his commentary, Nelson also rushed to Ron and passed.

This is bad, and Fan Lin is not at all sure whether Ron can save the ball.

The singing below grew louder as Nelson got closer to Ron.

Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king, he keeps letting the Quaffle slip in, Weasley is our king...

At this moment, almost everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.

They didn't bother to look for the Snitch, they turned to look at Ron, all eyes were there.

On the other side of the field, Ron's lonely figure stood in front of the three goal circles because of the full attack, and the burly Nelson was galloping towards him.

Nelson got the Quaffle, Warrington rushed towards the goal, the Bludger couldn't catch him, and there was only the goalkeeper in front of him. Jordan shouted, speaking very quickly, It won't work without cooperation , but he seems to be desperate, this is their only chance, and Slytherin can't even grab the Bludger now!

The chants in the Slytherin stands grew louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, he couldn't block a ball.

Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper, Weasley, brother of legendary Gryffindor captain Charlie Weasley and batsman Fred and George Weasley. , the rising star of the team, he has an excellent Quidditch tradition, and has inherited Wood's will, come on, Ron, stop him!

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