Chapter 891

October ended in the gale and rainstorm, and November arrived. It was as cold as a sheet of frozen iron. Every morning there was heavy frost. The cold air was blowing on the exposed hands and faces of people.

The gray, pearly sky of Hogwarts was covered with snow. The temperature in the castle became so low that many students wore their warm, thick longskin gloves when they went to the hallway between classes.

This is not good news. The cold wind this year is much colder than last year.

It was bright and cold on the morning of the match.

When Fanling woke up, Harry had just opened his eyes. As soon as Fanling sat up, he saw Ron sitting upright on the bed, with his hands on his knees, staring at the sky.

This is simply a miracle, you know, usually the most love to sleep in is Ron.

"Are you all right?" Fanlin asked with some embarrassment.

Ron nodded but did not speak. It made Harry feel a little bit, just like when Vaseline encouraged him to do something. Then, Harry couldn't help thinking about the time when Ron accidentally applied a vomit spell on himself. He looked as pale as at that time, not to mention that he was hard to speak.

"You just need breakfast," Harry said spiritually, "come on."

When they arrived, the hall was almost full. Everyone talked loudly, and the atmosphere was more warm than usual. As they passed Slytherin's table, the drum noise increased.

Van Lim is keen to see, can't say keen, those Slytherin performance is too outstanding. In addition to their usual green and silver scarves and hats, each of them wore a silver badge shaped like a crown.

For some reason, a lot of people laughed and waved to Ron. Harry tried to see what was written on their badges as he walked by, but rather than dawdle through it, he wanted Ron to get past their table as quickly as possible.

At Gryffindor they received a warm welcome, each dressed in red and gold, which, instead of embodying Ron's courage, seemed to vent his last breath. He slumped on the nearest bench, looking as if he were facing his last meal.

"I must be crazy to do this," he said hoarsely. "Insane."

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

"I'm rubbish," said Ron gloomily. "I'm useless. I can't go on. What am I thinking? "

"Control yourself," said Fanlin gravely. "Never look down on yourself. I remember the ball you saved that day with your feet. Even Fred and George said it was great."

Ron turned painfully to van Lin.

"It was accidental," he muttered weakly, "I didn't mean to - you and Hermione were so far away that you didn't notice that I slipped off the broom, and I happened to kick the ball when I wanted to sit down."

"Well," said Harry, quickly recovering from his surprise, "more of these accidents. Victory is in our bag, isn't it?"

Ginny and Hermione are sitting opposite each other. Hermione is wearing red and gold scarves, gloves and rose decorations today, while Ginny is wearing her golden red Gryffindor uniform.

She's Gryffindor's backup chaser, or batter. Anyway, Angelina is going to use her as a secret weapon. Ginny is great. In some ways, she's better than Harry.

"How do you feel?" Ginny asked Ron, who was staring at the milk left at the bottom of his empty oatmeal bowl, as if he were really trying to play himself dead in it.

"He's just nervous," Harry said.

"Well, that's a good sign. I've never seen you do well in an exam without being nervous." Said Hermione with a certain air.

"Hi," a blank, dreamy voice sounded behind them, and Fanlin hardly needed to look up. There was no doubt that Luna floated from Ravenclaw's table, and many people were staring at her, and some of them openly pointed and teased her. She managed to get a hat, shaped like an old lion's head, that swayed on her head.

"I'm Gryffindor," Luna said, pointing unnecessarily to her hat. "Look what this is..." She drew out her wand and touched her hat. The lion opened its mouth and let out a very lifelike roar, which startled the people nearby. "Good, isn't it?" Luna said happily. "I wish it would chew Slytherin's serpent, you know, but this is not the time. Anyway Good luck, come on

Luna came, Luna drifted away.

When Colin and aliya rushed to them, they had not recovered from the shock of the hat. Under the treatment of Mrs. Moses, Elia's eyebrows had been restored.

"If you're all right," aliya said, "we'll go straight to the venue, check the environment and change our clothes.""We'll be there soon," Harry promised. "Ron wants some more breakfast."

But ten minutes later, he realized that Ron couldn't swallow anything, and Harry thought it was better to take him to the dressing room quickly. As they stood up, Hermione stood up, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him aside.

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

"Good luck, Ron," Hermione helped Ron with her clothes. "And you, Harry..."

As they passed the back of the hall, Ron looked sober.

He looked so distracted that he didn't have time to pay attention to everything around him, but as they passed Slytherin's table, Harry took a curious look at the crown shaped badge, and this time he saw the inscription: Weasley is our king!

Harry, ominously foreboding that this would not be a good thing, urged Ron quickly through the gate, down the stone steps, and into the cold air. As they hurried across the sloping lawn to the gymnasium, the frosty weeds crunched under their feet.

Today there is no wind, the sky is pure pearl white, which shows that there is no problem of dazzling sunlight, visibility is very high. As he walked, Harry pointed out their advantages to Ron, but he was not sure Ron was listening.

When they arrived, Fred had changed his clothes and was walking towards the other players.

Harry and Ron put on their gowns (RON spent a few minutes trying to turn the clothes forward and back until Fred couldn't see them to help him), and then sat down to listen to each pre match talk, as the crowd poured from the castle to the stadium, the noise grew louder.

"Well, I just learned about Slytherin's final lineup," Angelina said, referring to a piece of parchment.

"Last year's batsmen Dale and Burke have gone, but it looks like they've been replaced by Nelson's big man, or rather, anyone who knows how to fly. They are two guys named Goyle and Clara. I don't know them very well... "

"We are familiar with it!" Harry and Ron said together.

"Well, they don't look smart enough to tell the two ends of a broom," Angelina said, putting parchment in her pocket. "But I'm often surprised that Dale and bok can find their way to the venue without a sign."

"Goyle and Cara are carved in the same mold as them," Harry said positively.

They could hear hundreds of footfalls on the bench in the audience. Some people were singing, although Harry couldn't hear the words clearly. He began to feel nervous, but he knew that his nausea was not as strong as Ron, who was holding his stomach and staring straight ahead, his chin open and pale.

"It's time," Angelina said calmly, looking at her watch. "Come on, guys Good luck to you. "

They stood up, carried their brooms, and lined up out of the dressing room into the dazzling sun. They were met by a great cheer, and Harry could still hear it, though it was muffled by cheers and whistles. Slytherins stood there waiting for them.

They also wore silver crowns. Their new captain, Nelson, built a Dudley Dursley style team, each with hairy thighs and bulky forearms. Behind him stood Clara and Goyle squinting foolishly in the sun, shaking for their new bat.

Malfoy stood aside, the sun shining on his golden hair. He grinned at Harry's gaze and poked the crown badge on his chest.

"Shake hands, Captain," ordered the referee, Mrs. Hodge, as Angelina and Nelson approached each other. Harry dares to say that Nelson was trying to crush Angelina's fingers. Although Angelina was a girl, she didn't flinch.

"Ride on the broom..."

Mrs. Hodge put the whistle in her mouth and blew it. The ball came out and four players rushed up.

Harry aimed out of the corner of his eye at Ron heading for the goal. He soared up, dodged a stray ball, and then flew a large circle over the field, searching for the golden light.

……

"It's not too bad, is it?" Off the court, Hermione said with some concern, but as long as Ron plays normally, there will be no problem, but the key to the problem is whether Ron can play normally, which will be a question mark.

"Don't worry, there's Harry. I don't think Harry will lose to Malfoy, but I hope Rodong can stop a few goals safely now, so that he can be a little proud."

……

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

"That's aliya, aliya and ghost flyer. What a wonderful player that girl is. I've been talking about it for years, but she still refuses to go out with me -"

"Jordan!" Cried Professor McGonagall.

"It's just a joke. It's fun - she's dodged her, she's passed Fergus, she's - Oh, no - she's hit by a stray ball from Peters Nelson grabs the fly, and Nelson turns back to the court - George Weasley hits a beautiful bluff. It was aimed at Nelson's head. He lost the fly ball and was caught. Isabella of Gryffindor sent back to Angelina for --Lee Jordan's commentary echoed in the audience, and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind in his ear and the noise of the crowd, including all the shouting, booing and singing.

"- dodging Nelson, dodging a passing ball - it's a close call, - EH - wait a minute. Does the audience like this? Listen, what are they singing? "

As Lee stopped to listen, the song from the silver and green sea in Slytherin's stand became loud and clear.

"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 dustbin. He always let the fly ball in. Weasley will make sure we win. Weasley is our trump card."

"- aliya passed behind Goyle!" Li quickly exclaimed, obviously, he made a wrong decision.

When Harry turned around, he was so angry at the song he had just heard. He knew Lee wanted to drown it.

"Now come on, Elia - she seems to have just hit the goalkeeper! ——She shot - she - ha ha ha Unfortunately, Slytherin's goalkeeper rescued the ball. He threw it to Nelson and quickly slid away with it, zigzagging between aliya and Angelina... "

Just as Jordan tried to cover up the song with his own commentary, Nelson quickly ran to Ron.

It's bad. Van Lin is not at all sure Ron can save the ball.

As Nelson got closer and closer to Ron, the song below grew louder and louder.

"Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king, he always let the ghost fly ball in, Weasley is our king..."

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

Instead of looking for snitch, they turned to look at Ron, and everyone was looking there.

At the other end of the field, Ron appears lonely because of the full attack, guarding in front of three goal rings, and Nelson is flying towards him.

"Nelson got the fly ball, Warrington rushed to the goal and the ball couldn't catch up with him. There was only the goalkeeper in front of him." Jordan yelled, speaking very fast, "no one to cooperate, will not succeed, but he seems to have put all his eggs in one basket, this is their only chance, Slytherin can't even grab the swim ball now!"

Slytherin's stands were singing louder and louder: Weasley was born in the dustbin and he couldn't block a ball.

"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper, Charlie Weasley, the legendary captain of Gryffindor and the younger brother of hitters Fred and George Weasley. He has a good Quidditch tradition and inherits wood's will. Come on, Ron, stop him!"

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