Chapter 1095

In fact, it's not without consequences to think all night long.

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

Fanlin and Hermione are also watching coldly. Hermione holds Ginny in her hand, and Ginny is crying

It's all his meow

Harry didn't get very happy when he got up. In fact, he was chased and beaten in his dream one night, and he was very tired the next day.

But at noon he was happy to meet the real Ron, who was not only indifferent to Ginny and Dean, but also sneering at Van Lin and Hermione.

In fact, it's not ironic. However, looking at Ron's appearance, he doesn't seem to be interested in anything. Anyone who is attacked by his sister

Is it self inflicted?

It turns out that this has a great impact on Ron's mentality, and in Harry's eyes, there is absolutely nothing worse than this.

In the next few days, Ron's hostility did not fade away. What's worse, it further affected Ron's goalkeeping skills, which made him even more irritable, so that in the last training session before Saturday's game, he failed to hold every ball the pursuer shot at him, yelled at everyone and made demerza cry.

"Shut up and leave her alone for a while!" Cried Pixar, who was two-thirds the height of Ron with a heavy bat in his hand.

"Enough!" Harry yelled. He saw Ginny glaring in Ron's direction. He thought of her wonderful bat demon spell. Harry rushed over before things got out of control. "Pixar, go and put away the swim ball. Demerza, cheer up. You played well today. Ron... "

He waited for the rest of the players to go away and said, "you're my best partner, but if you keep doing this to other people, I'll have to kick you out of the team."

There was a moment when he thought Ron wanted to hit him, but something worse happened: Ron fell on the broom, all the fighting spirit disappeared, and he said, "I quit. I'm a wretch. "

"You're not a wretch, 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 stare at each other for a moment, and then Ron shook his head wearily. "I know you don't have time to find a new goalkeeper, so I'll play tomorrow, but if we lose - we'll certainly - I'll leave."

What Harry said didn't change much.

In fact, Ron didn't intend to look for problems from himself, at least in the view of van Lin, Ron was always throwing away the pot

And this is also recognized by all.

From the beginning of the semester, Ron wasn't quite right. In fact, there may be part of srahorn's reason.

Four of them, Hermione, were invited, while Harry and Flynn were on slahorn's list early. Although neither of them wanted to go, there was no doubt that slahorn reserved a seat for the two of them, regardless of Ron.

Srahorn made it very obvious that Ron was useless to him in his eyes, so he didn't care about it.

It's hard to say if that's right, but it's clear that slahorn has no obligation to care what Ron thinks.

But the impact on Ron is really bad, which is probably the cause of jealousy, and in the case of Ginny.

It's hard to say what kind of psychological state Ron is, which may be an abnormal desire for protection?

But Ginny doesn't buy it. Obviously, this is not a reasonable request. In the conflict, the inner defense lines of both sides are broken down, and the long-standing negative emotions burst out together. This feeling is like being influenced by Peter Pettigrew.

This is absolutely a bad news for the team, and Ron seems to have made up his mind to quit the team, which is absolutely hard for Harry to do.

Harry had been trying to make Ron more confident at dinner, but Ron was busy with everything. Harry stayed in the public lounge all night, but the rest of the team huddled in a far corner, complaining loudly about Ron and casting disgusting eyes at him, which completely destroyed Harry's assertion that the team could not live without Ron.

Finally, Harry pretended to be angry again, hoping to arouse Ron's rebellious mentality to guard the door, but this strategy did not seem to be more effective than encouragement; Ron went to sleep in desperation and despair.

Harry lay awake in the dark for a long time. He didn't want to lose tomorrow's game; not only because it was his first game as captain, but because even if he couldn't prove his doubts about Draco Malfoy, he had to beat him in Quidditch.However, if Ron plays like in recent training, their chances of winning are slim If he could cheer Ron up and play at his best What can ensure Ron has a very lucky day Harry had an idea and came up with the answer.

Breakfast the next day was as exciting as ever; Slytherin booed every Gryffindor player as he walked into the auditorium.

Harry glanced at the light blue sky on the ceiling: it's a good sign.

Gryffindor's dining table was packed with students in red and gold, and they cheered as Harry and Ron approached.

Harry grinned and waved; Ron made a bitter face and shook his head.

"You look relaxed?" Fanlin looked at Harry strangely. If anyone was in the same bad mood as Ron, obviously, Harry was the only one left.

"Oh, of course, I don't think I'll lose." Said Harry, sitting next to Fanlin, looking cheerful.

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

Ron ignored her.

"Oh, come on, Ron." Van Lin said, putting away the breakfast for Hermione. "Today is a competition. If it looks like this..."

"Don't say it, Fanlin." Harry shook his head to stop, then squeezed between the two.

"You are..."

"I have a way." Harry gave a strange smile.

It's weird. To tell you the truth, it's very disharmonious on Harry's body. But seeing the little bottle in Harry's hand, Fanlin knew what Harry wanted to do in a moment.

"Some catechu?" Harry ignored vaseline and continued to ask Ron. "Coffee? Pumpkin juice? "

"Anything," said Ron sullenly, taking a bite of the toast. A few minutes later, Hermione - tired of Ron's recent annoying behavior - didn't come down to breakfast with them.

At the end of the day, Hermione was still by Van Lin's side, and then van Lin naturally brought out the food

It's not too much of a move.

"How do you two feel?" Hermione smiles at Van Lin and turns her head.

I don't know who the girl learned from. As soon as she turned her face, Hermione's expression became serious. Especially when facing Ron, the most important thing for Quidditch, besides the catcher, was the goalkeeper.

Harry didn't have to worry, but Ron was not.

"Oh, of course, very well!" Harry is carefully handing Ron a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Come on, Ron. Drink it up. "

As soon as Ron raised the glass to her mouth, Hermione shrieked, "don't drink that, Ron!" Harry and Ron both looked up at her.

"Why?" Said Ron. Hermione stared at Harry in disbelief. "You just put something in the drink."

"What do you say?" Said Harry. "You heard me. I saw you just now. What did you pour Ron's drink into? You still have that bottle in your hand

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

"Ron, I warn you not to drink it!" But Ron is very resistant to all suggestions, or He took the glass, drank it all, and said, "don't give me orders in front of me, Hermione."

Looking disgusted, Hermione 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 good one..."

"Oh, you are..." Hermione is a little angry. Obviously, she can't accept Harry's method.

"Give it to me. You should go, Harry." Said Fanlin, looking at Hermione, who left in a huff, it was obvious that this job was not suitable for anyone.

"It's almost time," Harry said happily. They strode across the frosted grass, creaking under their feet. "Good day, isn't it?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yes," said Ron, pale and sickly. Ginny and demerza, already in their Quidditch robes, are waiting in the dressing room.

"Guess," said Ginny. "How can you ignore the ideal? Slytherin's chaser vicey - he was hit in the head by a swimming ball in training yesterday and was too sore to play! Even better - Malfoy is sick

"What?" Harry turned to stare at her. "Is he ill? Why is he ill? "

"I don't know, but it's good for us," Ginny said happily. "They changed to Harper; he was in my grade, an idiot!"

Harry gave her a vague smile, but as he put on his bright red robe, his thoughts left Quidditch.Malfoy was once out of action because of injury, but he switched the game to a more profitable time for Slytherin. Why does he put a substitute on the bench now? Is he really ill? Or are you pretending?

"It's suspicious, isn't it?" He whispered to Ron. "Malfoy is not coming to the game."

"I think it's lucky," said Ron, looking a little bit alive. "Vicy can't come either. He's their best shooter, and I don't like him - Hey!"

Ron was suddenly a little frozen, lucky Lucky

"I You... " Ron lowered his voice; looking scared and excited, "my drink My pumpkin juice Don't you... "

Harry raised his eyebrows, but only said, "we're going to start in five minutes. You'd better put on your boots."

Ron seemed a little excited, which made Ron tremble and pale, which didn't seem like a normal athlete at all.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry looked at Ron nervously.

"No It doesn't matter. " Ron secretly glanced at the other players. "I mean, I feel very helpful now. I can't be any better."

Ron said, shaking his fist hard. "I think we can leave."

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"How could you have Harry do that? This is... " Hermione said a little exasperated and resented what Harry had done.

Forrest is banned in all sports. After van Lin had a thorough understanding of the effect of the agent, although slahorn exaggerates it, in fact, it is much better than a stimulant.

As a kind of magic medicine, the so-called "good luck" that can be brought about by fortune potion is actually a considerable improvement in all aspects of your abilities, such as social skills, magic abilities, reaction abilities, etc., so as to make people feel comfortable in everything.

However, after experimenting with it in person, Vaseline was originally intended to be used to solve an alchemy problem, but in fact, for a few hours, it didn't work except to make his brain feel better.

It can be imagined that Voldemort and the God of death would naturally give up the idea of sleeping with the blessing agent.

But for Ron today, if there is anything that can save him, there is nothing more suitable for him than the elixir.

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

"Waste? This is for... "

"Oh, the game is about to start." Van Lin covered Hermione's mouth, and it was clear that such a thing could not be discussed in the middle of the crowd.

"Oh You Let go... "

But before Hermione finished speaking, Hermione's voice had been dispersed by the cheers of the stadium.

One side of the court is red and gold; on the other side is a sea of green and silver. A lot of people from hufflepach and Ravenclaw joined in: amid all the cheers and applause, van leen watched Harry rush out with all the Gryffindor players.

"Ron looks better..." Van Lim said, and in response to his only Hermione's cold hum.

"Oh, come on, Hermione..." Fanlin said with a headache, "anyway, it has started, isn't it?"

"But..."

"Oh, isn't that the same with the confusion mantra?" Fanlin said, "relax your mind. In Ron's present state, there is no way to solve his psychological problems. Moreover, it has already been so."

"You're a heresy." Hermione held the soft meat of van Lin's waist

"Stop Stop Harry doesn't have to really use He just needs Ron to know he's using it. "

"It doesn't matter, it's none of my business!" Hermione said, "I'm teaching you truth."

"Teach me the truth?" Fanlin grinned, "but, what..."

"Understand it yourself." Hermione squinted.

"Oh, I I was wrong... "

"Are you wrong? What's wrong? "

"I I don't know... "

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