Chapter 1,134

In fact, a night of random thoughts is not without consequences.

Harry was a little dizzy when he got up the next morning. He had had a series of dreams last night, in which Ron chased him with a batter's bat and said that he and Ginny...

Fan Lin and Hermione also watched indifferently. Hermione held Ginny in her arms, and then Ginny was crying...

This is all his fault...

Harry was not very happy when he got up. In fact, after a night of being chased and beaten in his dreams, he was always very tired the next day.

But at noon, he was happy to see the real Ron, who not only had a cold attitude towards Ginny and Dean, but also sneered at Fanlin and Hermione.

In fact, it's not a sarcastic comment, but looking at Ron, he seems to be uninterested in anything he does, and no one will be scolded by his sister...

Speaking of which, this is considered 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 goalkeeping skills, which made him even more cranky, so much so that in his final training session before Saturday's game, he failed to keep every ball the Chasers threw at him. , but yelled at everyone and made Demelza cry.

"Shut up and leave her alone!" Pixar shouted. He was only two-thirds of Ron's height, but he was holding a heavy bat in his hand.

"That's enough!" shouted Harry, who saw Ginny glaring in Ron's direction and, remembering her superb Bat-Charms, rushed over before things got out of control. "Pixar, go put away the Bludgers. Demelza, cheer up, you played well today. Ron..."

He waited until the other players were gone and said, "You're my best mate, but if you keep treating other people like this, I'm going to have to kick you off the team."

For a moment he thought Ron was going to hit him, but something worse happened: Ron slumped back onto his broomstick, all fighting spirit gone, and he said, "I quit. I'm a wretch."

"You're not a wretch, and you can't quit!" Harry said fiercely, grabbing Ron's front. "You can defend any ball when you are in good condition. You have a mental problem!"

"Are you saying I'm crazy?"

"Yeah, maybe!" They stared at each other for a moment, and then Ron shook his head tiredly. "I know you don't have time to find a new goalkeeper, so I will play tomorrow, but if we lose - which we will - I will leave the team automatically."

Nothing Harry said changed anything.

In fact, Ron had no intention of looking for problems in himself. At least in Fan Lin's view, Ron was always trying to pass the blame...

And this has been recognized by everyone.

Something hasn't been right with Ron since the beginning of this term, and in fact, it may be partly Slughorn's fault.

Among the four of them, Hermione was invited, while Harry and Fanlin entered Slughorn's list early. Although no one of them wanted to go, there was no doubt that Slughorn was reserved for the two of them. took the seat, and all this did not care about Ron.

Slughorn made it very obvious. In his eyes, Ron was of no use to him, so he naturally ignored him.

It's hard to say whether this is correct, but obviously, Slughorn has no obligation to pay attention to what Ron thinks.

But the impact on Ron was indeed very bad. This was probably due to jealousy, and when he met Ginny.

It's hard to say what kind of mental state Ron is in. Maybe it's a deformed desire to protect?

But Ginny didn't buy it. Obviously, this was not a reasonable request. In the conflict, the inner defenses of both parties were broken down, and the long-standing negative emotions burst out together. It felt like being taken away by Peter Pettigrew. The soul curse affects the same.

This is definitely 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 boost Ron's confidence throughout dinner, but Ron was busy treating everything roughly. Harry held on for the rest of the night in the common room, but the rest of the team huddled in a far corner, complaining loudly and giving him disgusted looks, completely undermining Harry's claim to the team Ron's judgment cannot be ignored.

Finally, Harry pretended to be angry again, hoping to inspire Ron's rebellious psychology to hold the door, but this strategy seemed to be no more effective than encouragement; Ron went to bed frustrated and hopeless.

Harry lay awake in the darkness for a long time. He didn't want to lose tomorrow's game; not only because it was his first game as captain, but also because even if he couldn't prove his suspicions about Draco Malfoy, he still had to beat him in Quidditch.

However, if Ron plays like he has in recent training sessions, their chances of winning are very slim... If only he could cheer up Ron and get him playing at his best... Is there anything that could ensure Ron Having a very lucky day... Harry suddenly had an idea and came up with the answer.

Breakfast the next day was as exciting as ever; the Slytherins booed every Gryffindor player as they entered the Great Hall.

Harry glanced at the light blue clear sky on the ceiling: that was a good sign.

The Gryffindor table was packed with students dressed in red and gold, who cheered as Harry and Ron approached.

Harry grinned and waved; Ron grimaced and shook his head.

"You look relaxed?" Fan Lin looked at Harry strangely. If anyone was in as bad a mood as Ron, obviously, it was only Harry.

"Oh, of course, I don't think I will lose." Harry said, sitting next to Fan Lin, looking happy.

"Cheer up, Ron!" Lavender shouted to him. "I know you'll be great!"

Ron ignored her.

"Oh, don't be like this, Ron." Fan Lin said, putting away the breakfast left for Hermione, "Today is the game, if it looks like this..."

"Stop talking, Fanlin." Harry shook his head to stop, and then squeezed in between the two people.

"You are……"

"I have an idea." Harry smiled strangely.

It's just weird. To be honest, it's very disharmonious for Harry. But when he saw the small bottle shining in Harry's hand, Fan Lin knew what Harry wanted to do.

"Want some tea?" Harry ignored Fan Lin and continued to ask Ron. "Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"

"Anything," Ron said glumly, taking a bite of toast. A few minutes later Hermione - tired of Ron's recent obnoxious behavior - didn't come down to join them for breakfast.

At the last moment, Hermione made it to Fan Lin's side, and then Fan Lin brought out the food naturally...

This shouldn't be an excessive move.

"How do you two feel?" Hermione smiled at Fan Lin, then turned her head.

I don't know who the girl learned it from. As soon as she turned around, Hermione's expression became serious, especially when facing Ron. The most important thing in Quidditch, besides the hunter, is the goalkeeper. .

Harry didn't have to worry, but that was not the case with Ron.

"Oh, of course, very good!" Harry was carefully handing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Here, Ron. Drink it up."

As soon as Ron raised the cup to his lips, Hermione screamed, "Don't drink that, Ron!" Both Harry and Ron looked up at her.

"Why?" said Ron. Hermione stared at Harry in disbelief. "Did you put something in your drink just now?"

"What did you say?" Harry said. "You heard what I said. I saw you just now. You poured something into Ron's drink, and you still have the bottle in your hand!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry quickly stuffed the vial into his pocket.

"Ron, I'm warning you, don't drink it!" Hermione said in horror, but Ron was now very resistant to all suggestions or... orders. He picked up the cup and drank it all in one go, and then said, "Don't Give orders in front of me, Hermione."

Hermione looked disgusted. She leaned down and whispered to Harry, "You should be expelled. I never believed you would do that, Harry!"

"Calm down, Hermione." Harry whispered, "This was just a well-intentioned..."

"Oh, you are..." Hermione was a little angry. Obviously, she could not accept Harry's method.

"Leave it to me, you should go, Harry." Fan Lin said, looking at Hermione who left angrily. Obviously, this kind of job is not suitable for anyone.

"The time is almost up," Harry said cheerfully. They strode across the frosty grass, crunching under their feet. "You're lucky the weather is so nice, aren't you?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah," Ron's face was pale and he looked a little sick. Ginny and Demelza had already put on their Quidditch robes and were waiting in the locker room.

"Things look ideal," Ginny said, deliberately ignoring Ron. "Guess what? Slytherin's Chaser Vissie - he was hit in the head by a Bludger during training yesterday and is in terrible pain. Entering the competition! Even better - Malfoy is sick too!"

"What?" Harry turned and stared at her. "Is he sick? Why is he sick?"

"Don't know, but it'll be good for us," Ginny said happily. "They put in Harper; he's in my grade and he's an idiot!"

Harry smiled vaguely at her, but his thoughts left Quidditch as he put on his bright red jersey.

Malfoy was once injured and unable to participate in a game, but he moved the game to a time more favorable to Slytherin. Why would he let a substitute come on now? Is he really sick? Or are you pretending?

"Suspicious, isn't it?" he whispered to Ron. "Malfoy isn't coming to the game."

"I think it's luck," said Ron, looking a little more alive. "Vicey can't come either, he's their best shooter and I don't like him - hey!"

Ron suddenly froze, lucky... lucky...

"I...you..." Ron lowered his voice; he looked scared and excited, "My drink...my pumpkin juice...don't you have...?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, but just said, "We're starting in five minutes, you'd better put your boots on."

Ron seemed a little excited, which made Ron's whole body tremble a little. Coupled with his slightly pale face, he didn't look like a normal athlete at all.

"What's wrong 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, it couldn't be better."

Ron said, clenching his fists vigorously, "I think we can leave."

…

"Why did you let Harry do this? This is..." Hermione said angrily, worried about what Harry had done.

Felixir is banned in all sports. After Fanlin thoroughly understood the efficacy of Felixir, although Slughorn exaggerated about it, in fact, Felixir is better than stimulants. Much better.

As a kind of magic potion, the so-called "good luck" that Felixir can bring is actually a considerable improvement in all aspects of your abilities, such as social skills, magical abilities, reaction abilities, etc. That’s why people feel like everything goes smoothly.

However, after personal testing, (it is not too troublesome to buy a bottle of this stuff), Fan Lin originally planned to use it when solving an alchemy problem, but in fact, within a few hours, in addition to letting Fan Lin It feels like my brain is a little easier to use, but it's of no use at all.

It is conceivable that the idea of ​​using the Felixir to put Voldemort and Death to sleep was naturally abandoned.

But for Ron now, if there is anything that can save him, apart from the Elixir of Fortune, there is nothing more suitable for him.

"This is the only way to save Ron..." Fan Lin said, "And this is Harry's decision, although it is a bit wasteful."

"Waste? This is..."

"Oh, the game is about to start." Fan Lin covered Hermione's mouth. Obviously, this kind of thing cannot be discussed among the crowd.

"Oh...you...let go..."

But before Hermione could finish her words, Hermione's voice was drowned out by the cheers from the stadium.

One side of the court is all red and gold; the other is a sea of ​​green and silver. Many people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also joined in: amidst all the cheers and applause, Fanlin saw Harry leading all the Gryffindor players to rush out.

"Ron looks much better..." Fan Lin said, and the only response to him was Hermione's cold snort.

"Oh, come on, Hermione..." Fan Lin said with a headache, "It's already started, right?"

"But……"

"Oh, isn't the same situation with the Confusion Curse?" Fan Lin said, "Relax, with Ron's current state, there is no way to solve his psychological problem, and it's already like this, right?"

"You are talking nonsense." Hermione pinched the soft flesh of Fan Lin's waist...

"Stop...stop...Harry doesn't necessarily have to actually use it...he just needs Ron to know that he did."

"None of this matters, it's none of my business!" Hermione said, "I'm teaching you the truth."

"Teach me the truth?" Fan Lin grinned, "But, what..."

"Find out for yourself." Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, I...I was wrong..."

"Are you wrong? What's wrong?"

"I...I don't know..." (To be continued)