Vol 2 Chapter 880: Quidditch match

October ended in squally winds and heavy rains. November is here. It is cold like a frozen iron plate. Every morning there is heavy frost. The cold air current blows on people's exposed hands and faces.
The sky and the ceiling in the auditorium turned dim, pearly gray, and the mountains around Hogwarts were covered in snow. The temperature in the castle has become so low that many students wear their thick dragon leather gloves to keep warm when they go to the corridor between two classes.
This is not good news. The cold wind this year is much colder than last year.
The morning of the game was bright and cold.
When Fanlin woke up, Harry had just opened his eyes. As soon as Fanlin sat up, he saw Ron sitting upright on the bed with his hands on his knees, looking at the sky intently.
This is simply a miracle, you know, Ron is the one who loves to sleep most.
"Are you okay?" Fanlin asked embarrassedly.
Ron nodded but said nothing. This made Harry feel a little bit, just like when Fanlin encouraged him to do something, then Harry couldn’t help but remember one time Ron accidentally cast a vomiting spell on himself, and he looked like It was pale and weak, not to mention that he seemed to be unable to speak.
"You just need to eat some breakfast," Harry said mentally. "Come on."
When they arrived, the hall was almost full, and everyone was talking loudly, and the atmosphere was warmer than usual. As they walked over the Slytherin table, the drum noise suddenly increased.
Fanlin saw keenly, and he couldn't say that he was keen. Those Slytherins were too prominent. Except for the green and silver scarves and hats they usually wear, each of them wears a silver badge, shaped like a crown.
For some reason, many people laughed and waved to Ron. Harry tried to see what was written on their badge as he walked by, but instead of looking at it, he wanted Ron to walk across their table as quickly as possible.
They received a warm welcome at Gryffindor. Everyone was dressed in red and gold, but instead of plucking up Ron’s courage, the welcome seemed to let him vent his last breath, and he sat down. On the nearest bench, his expression seemed to be 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 will be fine. It's normal to feel nervous."
"I'm a trash," Ron said sadly. "I'm useless, I can't do it anymore. What am I thinking?"
"Control yourself," Fanlin said solemnly. "Never look down on yourself. I remember the ball you saved with your foot that day. Even Fred and George were amazing."
Ron turned to Fanlin with some pain.
"It was accidental," he murmured weakly. "I didn't mean it—you and Hermione were too far apart and didn't even notice that I slipped off the broom. I happened to be sitting down. Kicked that ball."
"Okay," Harry said, quickly recovering from the surprise, "More accidents like this, victory is in our bag, isn't it?"
Ginny and Hermione were sitting across from them. Hermione was wearing red and gold scarves, gloves and rosettes today, while Ginny was wearing a gold and red Gryffindor uniform.
She is Gryffindor’s backup chaser, or batsman. Anyway, Angelina intends to use her as a secret weapon. Ginny is great at flying. In some respects, she is better than Harry. .
"How do you feel?" Ginny asked Ron, who was staring at the leftover milk at the bottom of his empty oatmeal bowl, as if he was really trying to play himself in it.
"He was just nervous," Harry said.
"Okay, this is a good sign. I've never seen you get good grades in exams without being nervous." Hermione said naturally.
"Hi," a blank, dreamlike voice sounded behind them, and Fanlin hardly needed to look up. There was no doubt that Luna floated from the side of Ravenclaw's table, and many people were staring. Looking at her, some people openly pointed and teased her. She managed to get a hat, shaped like an old lion's head, swaying on her head.
"I'm Griffindor," Luna said, pointing at her hat extraneously. "Look at 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 shocked everyone nearby. "Very good, isn't it?" Luna said happily. "I hope it chews up the Slytherin serpent, you know, but now is not the time. Anyway... good luck, come on!"
Luna came, and Luna floated away.
When Colin and Alia hurried towards them, they had not recovered from the fright that the hat brought. After Mrs. Moses' treatment, Alia's eyebrows had returned to their original shape.
"If you are all right," Arya said, "Let's go directly to the venue, check the environment and change clothes."
"We will be there soon," Harry promised. "Ron has to eat more breakfast."
However, ten minutes later he realized that Ron obviously couldn't swallow anything, and Harry thought it was better to take him to the locker room quickly. When they got up, Hermione also got up, 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 suspiciously, but she shook her head warningly. Ron was approaching them, looking confused and desperate.
"Good luck, Ron," Hermione helped Ron pull his clothes with her hand. "And you, Harry..."
When they passed through the back of the hall, Ron looked sober.
He looked too upset to pay attention to what was happening around him, but when they walked past the Slytherin table, Harry glanced curiously at the crown-shaped badge. This time he could see the engraved words clearly. : Weasley is our king!
Harry had a vague premonition that this would not be a good thing, so he urged Ron to walk quickly through the gate, down the stone steps, and into the cold air. When they hurriedly walked across the lawn on the to the gymnasium, the frosted weeds were rattled by their stepping on.
There is no wind today, and the sky is pure pearly white, which shows that there is no sun dazzling problem today and the visibility is high. Harry pointed out their advantages to Ron as he walked, but he wasn't sure if Ron was listening.
When they arrived, Fred had changed his clothes and was walking towards the other team members.
Harry and Ron put on their robes (Ron spent several minutes trying to turn the clothes back and forth until Fred couldn’t stand to come and help him), then sat down and listened to the speech before each game. The crowd rushed from the castle to the stadium, and the noise became louder.
"So, I just learned about Slytherin's final lineup," Angelina said, referring to a piece of parchment.
"Last year's batsmen Dale and Bock are gone, but it looks like they have replaced them with Nelson's usual big guys, or rather, anyone who knows how to fly. They are two guys named Gore and Carla. I am not very familiar with them..."
"We are familiar!" Harry said with Ron.
"Well, they don't seem to be smart enough to tell the two ends of the broomstick," Angelina said, putting the parchment in her pocket, "but I'm often surprised that Dale and Bock can find a place without a sign. road."
"Gower and Carat were carved out of the same mold as them," Harry said affirmatively.
They could hear hundreds of footsteps on the benches in the auditorium. Some people were singing, although Harry could not hear the words. He started to feel nervous, but he knew that his nausea was far less intense than Ron's. Ron was holding his stomach and staring straight ahead blankly, his chin open and his face pale.
"Time is up," Angelina said calmly, looking at her watch, "Come on, guys... good luck."
Everyone stood up, carried their broomsticks, and walked out of the locker room in a line into the dazzling sunlight. A great cheer greeted them, and Harry could still hear the singing, even though it was suppressed by cheers and whistles. The Slytherin team stood there waiting for them.
They also wear a silver crown badge. Their new captain, Nelson, has built a Dudley Dursley-style team, each with hairy thigh-like forearms. Behind him stood Carat and Gore squinting foolishly in the sun, shaking for their new bat.
Malfoy stood aside, the sun shining on his gold. He smirked against Harry's gaze, poking the crown-shaped badge on his chest.
"Captain, shake hands," the referee Madam Hodge ordered when Angelina and Nelson came to each other. Harry dare to say that Nelson wanted to crush Angelina’s fingers, even though Angelina was a Girl, but she didn't flinch.
"Get on the broom..."
Mrs. Hodge put the whistle in her mouth and blew it. The ball was released, and at the same time four players rushed up.
Ha used the corner of his eye to catch Ron and rushed towards the goal. He rose sharply, dodges a wandering ball, and then flew a large circle over the field, searching for the golden light.
...
"It's not too bad, isn't it?" Outside the game, Hermione said with some worry, but as long as Ron swings normally, there is no problem, but the key to the problem is whether Ron can swing normally. A question mark.
"Don't worry, there is Harry here. I don't think Harry will lose to Malfoy, but I hope that Luo Dong can stop a few goals safely so that I can be a little proud."
...
On the other side of the stadium, Malfoy was doing the same thing.
"That's Alia, Alia and Guifeiqiu, that girl is such a great player, I have been talking about it for several years, but she still refuses to go out with me—"
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall called.
"Just kidding, to add a little bit of fun-she avoided Fergus, she-oh no-she was hit by a wandering ball from Peters... Nelson caught Stopped the ghost fly ball, Nelson turned around and returned to the field-George Weasley hit a beautiful wandering ball. It was aimed at Nelson's head, he lost the ghost fly ball and was caught Live, Isabella of Gryffindor sent back to Angelina to—"
Lee Jordan's commentary echoed in the field, and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind in his ears and the noise of the crowd, including all the shouts, boos, and singing.
"—Dodged Nelson, dodged a ball move—a big deal,—Uh—wait, the audience like this? Listen, what are they singing?"
When Lee stopped to listen, the singing from the silver and green sea on the Slytherin stand became louder and clearer.
"Weasley can't save a ball, he can't even stop it, that's why we Slytherin always say that Weasley is our king."
"Weasley was born in the trash can. He always let the ghost fly ball in. Weasley will make sure we win. Weasley is our trump card."
"Alia passed behind Gore!" Li Xun exclaimed, obviously, she made a wrong decision.
When Harry turned, he was almost furious at the song he had just heard. He knew Li wanted to drown the song.
"Come on now, Arya—it looks like she just hit the goalkeeper!—she shot—she—hahahaha...Unfortunately, the Slytherin goalkeeper saved the ball and he flew the ghost away The ball was thrown to Nelson and quickly slid away, flying zigzag between Alia and Angelina..."
Just as Jordan tried to cover up the singing with his own commentary, Nelson rushed to Ron and passed.
This is terrible, and Fanlin is not at all sure if Ron can save the ball.
As Nelson got closer to Ron, the singing below became louder and louder.
"Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king, he always lets the ghost fly in, and Weasley is our king..."
At this moment, almost everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.
They didn't bother to look for the Golden Snitch, turned and looked at Ron~EbookFREE.me~ everyone was looking there.
On the other side of the court, Ron, who looked lonely because of the full attack, guarded the three goal circles, and the burly Nelson was galloping toward him.
"Nelson got the ghost fly ball, and Warrington rushed towards the goal. The wandering ball can't catch up with him. There is only the goalkeeper in front." Jordan shouted, speaking extremely fast, "No one will cooperate, it will not succeed , But he seems to be desperate. This is their only chance. Slytherin can't even get a walk around now!"
The singing in Slytherin's stands became louder and louder: Weasley was born in the trash can and he couldn't block a ball.
"Now is the first test of Gryffindor’s new goalkeeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of Gryffindor’s legendary captain Charlie Weasley and batsman Fred and George Weasley. , The team’s rising star, he has an excellent Quidditch tradition and inherited Wood’s will. Come on, Ron, stop him!"
　　
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