Chapter 486: Use a phlegm?

the next day.
After breakfast.
Somewhere in a lonely hallway.
Angelina stopped, turned around, flung her long straight hair behind her head, and asked, "Ron, what's the matter?"
The boy following her was none other than Ron.
He seemed a little distracted, out of state, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were erratic, a little uneasy, timid, but also a little crazy, the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.
What Ron was thinking had nothing to do with Angelina, but because his head was slightly low at this time, his eyes were slanted downwards.
So the smile was as if Ron had been staring at Angelina's buttocks all the way, behind Angelina, thinking about the look that came naturally to his face after thinking about it.
Angelina "awakened" to Ron's lewd behavior, her face suddenly turned ugly, and her big eyes had a cold light.
Poor Ron, even though it wasn't his intention at all, he didn't know he had been put on a "snobby guy" hat.
"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Angelina said impatiently.
Just now in the auditorium, when she was having breakfast, Ron suddenly came over and said that she had something very important to tell her, and she just came here.
But as soon as she saw Ron's soulless appearance, she became irritable and regretted following him out.
Ron had been in Quidditch for several months, enough to give her an idea of ​​what kind of person Ron was.
Cowardly, stingy, low self-esteem, clever, self-righteous...
It feels like a sticky snot.
It's really strange, how can his twin brother and sister Ginny, who can be friends with anyone, have so much better character than him, even Percy, who graduated before, always put on an arrogant look. Posture - as if his job wasn't student council president but minister of magic, but if Angelina had to choose who to stay with, she'd rather put up with that idiot Percy.
Just when Angelina planned to Ron not to speak again, she said "I'll go first if I have nothing to do" to get away, and Ron finally came back to his senses.
He suppressed the excitement that he wanted to gushing out, looked around behind him, vigilant like a mouse, and then made a low noise, reaching for something in his arms.
Angelina couldn't help but take a small step back two steps, alert, he looked like this, it really didn't look like he was going to do something good.
Ron was unaware of Angelina's actions, showing off and proudly holding up a glass bottle he took out from his arms, and said with high spirits: "Angelina, if you allow me to rejoin the team, I promise I will create Miracle, in the final with Ravenclaw, I promise not to let them score a Quaffle ball. We even have a chance to turn around and score more than Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to win the championship this year. The champion of the Ditch season!"
Angelina didn't think about the Flux, so she couldn't understand Ron's thoughts at all. How could he be so confident and optimistic? Didn't he realize that Gryffindor was so disadvantaged these days, that the players were training so hard every week because of Ron's super poor goalkeeping record?
"This is impossible!" Angelina asserted and refused, "You want to change the goalkeeper before the game? You have no idea how hard Ginny has been training for the game, and we tried a new formation change, you didn't Participated in training, couldn't cooperate. Besides, Ginny is definitely the most talented Quidditch player I've ever seen, how could I possibly replace her."
Although Angelina didn't say it explicitly, it meant that Ron was too weak.
Ron blushed, clenched the glass bottle tightly, and defended loudly: "What formation, ball technique, don't care at all, as long as I..."
"Has your head been stepped on by an elephant?" Angelina said angrily.
As a professional Quidditch player, she couldn't bear to hear such irresponsible words from Ron.
The audience is watching the excitement, and the experts are watching the doorway.
Every attack, feint, and cooperation of Quidditch players in the sky is the result of thousands of training sessions between players.
But Ron's light words reduced the players' efforts to the dirt.
"Uh." Ron was frightened by Angelina, who was irritable like a lion trying to eat people.
"You think you're Prenton? Or Transylvania?" Angelina laughed angrily, sarcastically, "I don't think even they would dare you to be so arrogant that you don't need teammates. !"
Ron's head was blinded, like a seaweed ravaged by a vortex in the deep sea, crumbling.
He wondered if the opening was the wrong way.
The result was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that if he took out the Flux, Angelina would immediately ecstatically let him play, and then the two eagerly discussed how to blind everyone in the final. .
Bad work.
Ron bowed his head, drooling wildly at Angelina.
He glanced at the Fuling Elixir in his hand, thinking that he should take a sip before he came.
Suddenly, Ron had a flash of light.
and many more.
Angelina doesn't seem to know what I'm thinking, doesn't she know that this is a phlegm?
Thinking of this, Ron regained his energy and raised his head.
Angelina is scolding all of Ron's faults. Although those things have little to do with today's events, the words are on the lips. Catch up with this opportunity, and come out all bald. The more you talk, the better your mood is. son.
Seeing Ron raising his head suddenly, thinking that he had gone too far, Ron couldn't bear to be angry.
Angelina felt a little guilty.
Ron didn't know what Angelina was thinking. He first asked tentatively, "Angelina, do you know what this is?"
He shook the bottle, and the pale golden liquid swayed left and right inside.
Angelina looked at Ron suspiciously, frowned, and said lightly, "I don't know."
Ron's whole body became proud and confident, and his eyebrows flew up.
He almost couldn't wait to say it out: "Fu Lingji, this is a blessing agent..."
"Oh." Angelina stretched her voice, her head raised slightly, and her eyelids were slightly closed, making it difficult to see her expression, "So you mean that you don't need to rely on teammates."
"That's right!" Ron patted his thigh excitedly. He felt that Angelina was about to agree to his proposal, and was extremely excited.
Unexpectedly ~EbookFREE.me~ In the next second, Angelina's face changed to a style.
Very gloomy.
"Despite your innumerable flaws, I don't think, at least in the sport of Quidditch, that you can pick out any major faults."
"Although your performance was very poor in the previous game, it is actually more caused by your psychological factors - I can see that you just don't dare to show yourself. When we didn't train because of the heavy rain, I saw you , a man in a poncho to train silently..."
Angelina said unhurriedly.
She was complimenting Ron, but Ron couldn't smile, and the smile he had just had on his face faded.
Because Angelina's words made him feel very heavy, her expression didn't really make people feel like a spring breeze.
"But I was wrong." Angelina's tone suddenly became high, and she immediately returned to the feeling of laziness and heaviness just now.
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