Chapter 880 Quidditch Match

October ended with strong winds and heavy rain, and November arrived, as cold as a frozen iron plate. There was heavy frost every morning, and the cold air blew on people's exposed hands and faces.

The sky and the ceiling in the Great Hall turned a dull, pearly grey, and the mountains surrounding Hogwarts were covered in snow. The temperature in the castle got so cold that many students put on their warm, thick dragonhide gloves when they went out into the hallways between classes.

This is not good news. This year's cold 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, holding his knees with his hands, looking intently at the sky.

This is simply a miracle. You know, Ron usually loves to sleep in.

"Are you okay?" Fan Lin asked with some embarrassment.

Ron nodded but said nothing. This made Harry feel something, just like when Fanlin encouraged him to do something. Then, Harry couldn't help but remember the time Ron accidentally cast a vomiting spell on himself. He looked like He was just as pale and weak then, not to mention that he seemed to have difficulty speaking.

"You just need some breakfast," Harry said brightly, "Come on."

The hall was almost full when they arrived. Everyone was talking loudly and the atmosphere was more lively than usual. As they passed the Slytherin table, the noise suddenly increased.

Fan Lin saw it keenly, and I couldn't say he was keen. Those Slytherins were a little too outstanding. In addition to the green and silver scarves and hats they usually wear, each of them wears a silver badge shaped like a crown.

For some reason, a lot of people were laughing and waving to Ron. Harry tried to read what was written on their badges as he walked past, but rather than linger to read it, he wanted to rush Ron past their table as quickly as possible.

They received a warm welcome at Gryffindor. Everyone was wearing red and gold clothes. However, instead of inspiring Ron's courage, this welcome seemed to let him lose his last breath. He slumped down and sat down. The one on the nearest bench looked as if he was facing his last meal.

"I must be crazy to do this," he croaked. "Insanity."

"Don't be stupid," Harry said firmly, handing him the oatmeal, "You're going to be fine. It's normal to feel nervous."

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

"Control yourself," Fanlin said seriously. "Never look down on yourself. I remember the ball you saved with your feet that day. 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 do it - you and Hermione were too far away to notice that I slipped off the broom, and I happened to sit down just as I was trying to sit up. Kicked the ball."

"Okay," Harry said, quickly recovering from his surprise, "if there are more surprises like this, victory will be within our grasp, won't it?"

Ginny and Hermione sat across from them, Hermione wearing a red and gold scarf, gloves and rosettes today, while Ginny wore a gold and red Gryffindor uniform.

She is Gryffindor's substitute chaser, or beater. Anyway, Angelina plans to use her as a secret weapon. Ginny flies very well. In some aspects, she is even better than Harry. .

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

"He was just nervous," Harry said.

"Okay, that's a good sign. I've never seen you do well in an exam without being nervous." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Hi," a blank, dreamy voice sounded behind them. Fanlin hardly needed to look up. There was no doubt that Luna was floating over from the Ravenclaw table, and many people were staring at her. Looking at her, some people openly pointed at her and made fun of her. She succeeded in getting a hat shaped like an old lion's head, which dangled on her head.

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

Luna came, Luna drifted away again.

When Colin and Aaliyah hurried towards them, they had not yet recovered from the shock caused by the hat. Under the treatment of Mrs. Moses, Aaliyah's eyebrows had returned to their original shape.

"If you guys are okay," Alia said, "we will go directly to the venue, check the environment and change clothes."

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

However, after ten minutes it became clear that Ron clearly couldn't swallow anything, and Harry thought it best to take him to the dressing room quickly. When they stood up, Hermione stood up too, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him aside.

"Don't let Ron see what's written on the Slytherin badge," she whispered anxiously. Harry looked at her confused, but she shook her head warningly, and Ron was coming towards them, looking confused and desperate.

"Good luck to you, Ron," Hermione used her hands to help Ron pull up his clothes, "And you, Harry..."

As they passed through the back of the hall, Ron looked soberer.

He looked too distracted to pay attention to what was going on around him, but as they passed the Slytherin table, Harry glanced curiously at the crown-shaped crest, and this time he saw clearly the words engraved on it. : Weasley is our king!

Harry had an ominous premonition that this would not be a good thing, so he urged Ron quickly through the door, down the stone steps, and stepped into the cold air. The frosty weeds crunched under their feet as they hurried across the sloped lawn to the gymnasium.

There was not a breath of wind today and the sky was a pure pearly white, which meant that there was no problem of dazzling sunlight and visibility was very 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 his clothes and was walking towards the rest of the team.

Harry and Ron put on their robes (Ron spent several minutes trying to straighten them back and forth until Fred couldn't stand it anymore and came to help him) and sat down to listen to the speeches before each game, as the Crowds streamed from the castle to the stadium and the noise grew louder.

"So, I just learned the final line-up of Slytherin," Angelina said, referring to a piece of parchment.

"Last year's batsmen, Dale and Burke, are gone, but it looks like they've been replaced with Nelson's usual hunks, or rather, anyone who knows how to fly. They're two guys called Gower and Clara, I'm not very familiar with them..."

"We're familiar!" Harry and Ron said together.

"Well, they don't seem smart enough to tell the difference between broomsticks," Angelina said, pocketing the parchment, "but I'm often surprised that Dale and Burke can find their way to the grounds without a sign. road."

"Goyle and Clara were cut from the same mold as them," Harry affirmed.

They could hear hundreds of footsteps hitting the benches in the auditorium. Someone was singing, although Harry couldn't make out the words. He began to feel nervous, but he knew that his nausea was far less intense than that of Ron, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead, his jaw hanging open and his face ashen.

"Time's up," Angelina said calmly, looking at her watch, "Come on, guys... good luck to you."

Everyone stood up, carried brooms, and lined up out of the locker room into the dazzling sunshine. A huge cheer greeted them, and Harry could still hear the singing, although it was drowned out by the cheers and whistles. The Slytherin team stood waiting for them.

They also wear the silver crown emblem. Their new captain, Nelson, had built a Dudley Dursley-esque team, all with forearms as big as hairy thighs. Behind him stood Clara and Gall, squinting stupidly in the sunlight and shaking their new bats.

Malfoy stood to one side, the sun shining on his blond hair. He met Harry's gaze with a smirk, poking at the crown-shaped badge on his chest.

"Captain, shake hands," ordered the referee, Mrs. Hodge, as Angelina and Nelson walked up to each other, and Harry dared say Nelson wanted 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 into her mouth and blew. The ball was released, and four players rushed forward at the same time.

Harry saw Ron rushing towards the goal out of the corner of his eye. He rose rapidly, dodged a Bludger, and then flew in a wide circle over the field, searching for golden light.

…

"It's not too bad, is it?" Outside the competition, Hermione said with some worry, but as long as Ron performs normally, there will be no problem. But the key to the problem is whether Ron can perform normally, which depends on whether he can perform normally. A question mark.

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

…

On the other side of the stadium, Malfoy was doing the same thing.

"That's Arya, Arya and the Quaffle, what a great player that girl is, I've been saying this for years and she still won't go out with me-"

"Jordan!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

"Just kidding, to spice things up a bit - she dodged, she ducked Fergus, she - oh no - she got hit by a bludger from Peters...Nelson caught After catching the Quaffle, Nelson turned around and returned to the field - George Weasley hit a beautiful Bludger, which was aimed at Nelson's head. He lost the Quaffle and was caught. Hold on, Isabella from Gryffindor sent a message back to Angelina asking for—"

Lee Jordan's explanation echoed in the field. Harry tried his best to listen through the wind in his ears and the noise of the crowd, including all the shouts, boos and songs.

"—dodge Nelson, dodge a walk-on—a close call,—uh—wait, the audience likes this? Listen, what are they singing?"

As Lee paused to listen, the singing came louder and clearer from the sea of ​​silver and green in the Slytherin stands.

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

"Weasley was born in a trash can. He always lets the Quaffle leak in. Weasley will make sure we win. Weasley is our ace."

"——Alia passed behind Goyle!" Li shouted quickly. Obviously, he made a wrong decision.

When Harry turned, he was absolutely furious at the singing he had just heard, knowing that Lee was trying to drown it out.

"Come on now, Arya - looks like she just knocked the keeper! - she shot - she - ha ha ha ha... Unfortunately, the Slytherin goalkeeper saved the ball and he sent the ghost flying The ball was thrown to Nelson and it quickly slid away, flying zigzag between Alia and Angelina..."

Just when Jordan tried to cover up the singing with his commentary voice, Nelson quickly ran towards Ron.

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

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 Quaffle leak in, Weasley is our king..."

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

They ignored looking for the Snitch and turned to look at Ron, where everyone was looking.

At the other end of the court, Ron's figure, which seemed lonely due to the full attack, was guarding in front of the three goal rings, and the burly Nelson was flying towards him.

"Nelson got the Quaffle, and Warrington rushed towards the goal. The Bludger couldn't catch up with him. There was only the goalkeeper in front of him." Jordan shouted loudly, speaking very fast, "Without anyone's cooperation, there will be no success. Yes, but he seems to be desperate, this is their only chance, Slytherin can't even grab the Bludger now!"

The singing in the Slytherin stands became louder and louder: Weasley was born in a trash can, and he can't block a ball.

"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of Gryffindor's legendary captain Charlie Weasley and the batter Fred and George Weasley. , a rising star of the team, he has an excellent Quidditch tradition and has inherited Wood’s will. Come on, Ron, stop him!” (To be continued)