Vol 2 Chapter 1134:

In fact, a whole night of cranky thinking is not without consequences.
Harry was a little dizzy when he got up the next morning. He had a series of dreams last night. In the dream, Ron chased him with a batsman’s bat, saying that he and Ginny...
Fanlin and Hermione also watched coldly. Hermione held Ginny in her arms, and Ginny was crying...
It's all meow...
Harry wasn't too happy when he got up. In fact, he was constantly chased and beaten in his dream after sleeping one night, and the next day was always very tired.
But at noon he was very happy to meet the real Ron, who was not only indifferent to Ginny and Dean, but also mocked and mocking Fanlin and Hermione.
Actually, it's not really cynic, but looking at Ron's appearance, he doesn't seem to be interested in anything. Anyone is stunned by his sister...
Speaking of it, it is self-inflicted
Facts have proved that this has a great impact on Ron's mentality, and in Harry's eyes, there is absolutely nothing worse than this.
And Ron's hostility did not gradually disappear in the next few days. To make matters worse, it further affected Ron’s goal-keeping skills, which made him more irritable, so that in the last training before Saturday’s game, he failed to hold every ball the chaser shot at him. , But yelled at everyone and made Demerza cry.
"Shut up and leave her alone for a while!" Pixar called. He was only two-thirds the height of Ron, but he was holding a heavy bat in his hand.
"Enough!" Harry roared, and he saw Ginny glaring in Ron's direction, remembering her superb bat spirit spell, Harry rushed over before things got out of control. "Pixar, go and collect the walking ball. Demerza, cheer up, you played well today. Ron..."
He waited for the other players to walk away and said, "You are my best partner, but if you keep treating other people like this, I have to kick you out of the team."
For a while he felt that Ron wanted to beat him, but something worse happened: Ron fell onto the broomstick, all fighting spirit disappeared, and he said, "I quit. I am a poor bug."
"You are not a poor bug, and you can't quit!" Harry said fiercely, grabbing Ron by the front. "You can hold any ball when you are in good condition. You have a psychological problem!"
"You mean I'm crazy?"
"Yes, maybe it is!" They stared at each other for a while, then Ron shook his head wearily. "I know you don't have time to find a new goalkeeper, so tomorrow I will participate in the game, but if we lose—we will definitely—I will leave the team."
What Harry said didn't change much.
In fact, Ron didn't plan to look for problems from himself at all, at least in Fanlin's opinion, Ron was always throwing the pot...
And this is also recognized by everyone.
Ron was not quite right from the beginning of this semester. In fact, there may be part of Slughorn's reason.
Of the four of them, Hermione was invited, while Harry and Fanlin entered Slughorn’s list early. Although neither of them wanted to go, there is no doubt that Slughorn reserved for them two. Got a seat, and it doesn't matter to Ron.
Slughorn's actions were very obvious. In his eyes, Ron was useless to him, so naturally he ignored it.
It's hard to say whether this is correct, but obviously, Slughorn is not obliged to pay attention to what Ron thinks.
But the influence on Ron was really bad. It was probably because of a kind of jealousy, when I met Ginny.
It's hard to say, what kind of mental state Ron is like, maybe it is a deformed desire for protection?
And Ginny did not buy it. Obviously, this was not a reasonable request. In the conflict, the defenses of both sides were disintegrated, and the long-standing negative emotions broke out together. It felt like being taken by Peter Pettigrew The soul curse affected the same.
This is definitely a bad news for the team, and Ron seems to have made up his mind to quit the team, which is definitely very difficult for Harry to do.
Harry had been trying to improve Ron's self-confidence while eating dinner, but Ron was busy treating everything roughly. Harry stayed in the common room for one night, but the rest of the team squeezed into a far corner, complaining loudly about Ron and casting disgusting eyes at him, which completely undermined Harry's claim to the team. It cannot be without Ron's judgment.
Finally Harry pretended to be angry again, hoping to arouse Ron's rebelliousness to guard the door, but this strategy did not seem to be more effective than encouragement; Ron went to sleep in frustration and despair.
Harry lay awake in the darkness for a long time. He doesn't want to lose tomorrow's game; not only because this is his first game as captain, but also because even if he can't prove his suspicion of Draco Malfoy, he must beat him in Quidditch.
However, if Ron plays like the last few training sessions, their chances of winning are very slim... If he can cheer Ron up and make him play in the best condition... Is there anything that can ensure Ron? Having a very lucky day... Harry suddenly had an idea and came up with the answer.
The breakfast time the next day was as exciting as before; the Slytherin guys booed as every Gryffindor player walked into the auditorium.
Harry glanced at the light blue clear sky above the ceiling: it was a good sign.
Gryffindor’s table was crowded with students in red and gold, and Harry and Ron cheered when they walked over.
Harry grinned and waved in greeting; Ron made a sad face and shook his head.
"You look relaxed?" Fanlin looked at Harry strangely. If anyone's mood is as bad as Ron now, obviously, only Harry is left.
"Oh, of course, I don't think I will lose." Harry said, sitting next to Fanlin, looking cheerful.
"Cheer up, Ron!" Lavender shouted at him. "I know you will be great!"
Ron ignored her.
"Oh, don't do that, Ron." Fanlin said, putting away the breakfast reserved for Hermione. "Today is a game, if it looks like this..."
"Stop talking, Fanlin." Harry shook his head and stopped speaking, then squeezed between the two.
"you are……"
"I have a way." Harry smiled strangely.
It was weird, to be honest, it was very dissonant on Harry's body, but when he saw the small bottle in Harry's hand, Fanlin knew what Harry wanted to do in an instant.
"Some tea?" Harry ignored Fanlin and continued to ask Ron. "Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"
"Anything will do," Ron said glumly, taking a bite of the toast. A few minutes later Hermione-she was tired of Ron's recent annoying behavior, so she didn't come down to have breakfast with them.
At the last time, Hermione stayed beside Fanlin, and then Fanlin brought out the food naturally...
This shouldn't be an excessive move.
"How are you two feeling?" Hermione smiled at Fanlin, then turned her head.
I don’t know who the girl learned from. Hermione’s expression became serious when she turned her face, especially when facing Ron. Quidditch is the most important thing, besides the hunter, is the goalkeeper. Up.
Harry didn't need to worry, but Ron was not like that.
"Oh, of course, great!" Harry was carefully handing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Come on, Ron. Drink it up."
As soon as Ron raised the cup to her mouth, Hermione shrieked, "Don't drink that, Ron!" Harry and Ron both looked up at her.
"Why?" Ron said. Hermione stared at Harry incredulously. "You put something in the drink just now."
"What did you say?" Harry said. "You heard what I said. I saw you just now. You poured Ron's drink into something, and you still have that bottle in your hand!"
"I don't know what you are talking about," Harry quickly stuffed the vial into his pocket.
"Ron, I warn you, don't drink it!" Hermione said in horror, but Ron was now very resistant to all suggestions or... the order, he picked up the cup and drank it in one breath, and said, "Don't Give orders in front of me, Hermione."
Hermione looked disgusted. She bent down and whispered to Harry, "You should be fired. I never believed you would do that, Harry!"
"Calm down, Hermione," Harry whispered. "It's just a kindness..."
"Oh, you are..." Hermione was a little angry, obviously, she could not accept Harry's method.
"Leave it to me, you should go, Harry." Fanlin said, watching Hermione who was leaving angrily, obviously, this kind of work is not appropriate for anyone.
"Time is coming," Harry said happily. They strode across the frosted grass, creaking under their feet. "It's lucky the weather is so good, isn't it?" Harry asked Ron.
"Yes," Ron was pale, looking a little sick. Ginny and De Melza had already put on Quidditch gowns and were waiting in the locker room.
"The situation looks ideal," Ginny said, deliberately ignoring Ron's presence. "Guess what? Slytherin's chaser Vesey-he was hit by a walker in his head during training yesterday, and it hurt. Participated in the game! Even better-Malfoy is sick too!"
"What?" Harry turned and stared at her. "He is sick? Why is he sick?"
"I don't know, but it's good for us," Ginny said happily. "They changed into Harper; he was the same grade as me, an idiot!"
Harry smiled vaguely at her, but his mind left Quidditch when he put on the bright red ball gown.
Malfoy was unable to participate in the game once due to injury, but at that time he switched the game to a more favorable time for Slytherin. Why is he letting a substitute play now? Is he really sick? Still pretending?
"Very suspicious, isn't it?" he whispered to Ron. "Malfoy is not coming to the game."
"I think it's lucky," Ron said, looking a little bit more energetic. "Visi can't come either. He is their best shooter. I don't like him—hey!"
Ron suddenly froze, lucky...lucky...
"I...you..." Ron lowered his voice; looking scared and excited, "My drink...my pumpkin juice...you shouldn't...?"
Harry raised his eyebrows, but just said, "We're going to start in five minutes. You'd better put on your boots."
Ron looked a little excited, which made Ron tremble a bit, and with his slightly pale face, he didn't look like a normal athlete at all.
"What's the matter with you?" Harry looked at Ron nervously.
"No... it doesn't matter." Ron glanced at the other team members secretly, "I mean, I feel very helpful now and can't be better."
Ron said, clenching his fists hard, "I think we can leave."
...
"Why would you let Harry do this? This is..." Hermione said angrily, complaining about what Harry had done.
Fuling agents are banned in all sports. After Fanlin thoroughly figured out the effect of Fuling agents, although Slughorn exaggerated it, in fact, Fuling agents are better than stimulants. Much better.
As a kind of potion, the so-called "good luck" that the blessing potion can bring is actually a considerable improvement in all aspects of your abilities, such as social skills, magical skills, and reaction skills. That's why people feel that everything goes well.
However, after personally experimenting, Fanlin originally intended to use it to solve an alchemy problem, but in fact, in a few hours, apart from making Fanlin feel better in his brain, there was no egg at all. use.
It is conceivable that the idea of ​​letting Voldemort and Death wash their sleep with the blessing potion naturally gave up.
But for Ron nowadays, if there is anything that can save him ~ EbookFREE.me~ Apart from a blessing potion, there is nothing more suitable for him.
"This is the only way to save Ron..." Fanlin said, "Also, this is Harry's decision, although it's a waste of it."
"Waste? This is for..."
"Oh, the game is about to begin." Fanlin covered Hermione's mouth, obviously, this kind of thing cannot be discussed among the crowd.
"Woo...you...let go..."
But before Hermione could finish her words, Hermione's voice was dispersed by the cheers of the stadium.
One side of the stadium is full of red and gold; the other side is a sea of ​​green and silver. Many people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also joined in: Amidst all the cheers and applause, Fanlin saw Harbin lead all the Gryffindor players to rush out.
"Ron looks better..." Fanlin said, and only Hermione's cold snort responded.
"Oh, don't do this, Hermione..." Fanlin said with a headache, "It's already started anyway, isn't it."
"but……"
"Oh, isn't it the same situation with that Confusion Curse." Fanlin said, "Relax, with Ron's current state, there is no way to solve his mental problems, and it's already like this, isn't it."
"You are a fallacy." Hermione pinched the soft flesh on Fanlin's waist...
"Stop...stop... Harry doesn't necessarily use it... He just needs Ron to know he used it."
"It doesn't matter, it's none of my business!" Hermione said, "I'm teaching you something."
"Teach me the truth?" Fanlin grinned, "But, what..."
"Get it for yourself." Hermione squinted.
"Oh, I... I was wrong..."
"Are you wrong? What's wrong?"
"I...I don't know..."