Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"I was wrong, you're not the player I thought you were."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but didn't.

Angelina couldn't hide her disappointment, and continued: "Look at what you are doing, delusional use of Fuling Elixir to win! This is shameless cheating and tarnishes the pure game."

"I don't know how you suddenly got this idea, but I don't think even the Slytherins would think about it like you did."

Ron blushed when he was told.

"I...because of me, Gryffindor has a serious disadvantage, I just hope that Gryffindor can win, even if it's a little disgraceful, it's...it doesn't matter..." Ron finally gathered up the courage to defend, the more he said. more buzzing.

Angelina looked at Ron silently, and after a while, she said lightly, "Oh, is it?"

"Then I agree with your idea." Angelina said suddenly.

A sudden turn of events, Ron's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Really?"

"Well." Angelina nodded expressionlessly.

But before Ron cheered, Angelina said lightly: "But...the Flux can't be used by you, it should be given to the Chaser, because the best strategy is not to defend, but to attack, You know this, I think the best effect can be achieved if you hand over the Fuling Elixir to me and Arya."

"Just give it to me and Gryffindor can win!"

There is nothing wrong with Angelina's words. In the end, the Quidditch score depends on the goals and blocks of both sides.

If the Fuling agent is used by the goalkeeper, it is only passive defense and cannot be grasped. But if it is replaced by a chaser to attack, it can completely control the score.

Use the effect of Fuling agent to control the score difference within a fluctuation range.

In this way, it can not only keep pulling the points and Crowe, but also make the Gryffindor score first through calculation, and the most important thing is not to increase the score difference to an absurd level, and it will not make people suspect that they are cheating.

After hearing Angelina's words, Ron fell silent.

He couldn't help holding the glass bottle tighter, and silently shrank his hand toward him, not agreeing to Angelina's suggestion for a long time.

why?

Didn't he say he wanted Gryffindor to win?

Angelina squinted at Ron and said in a cold tone: "Look, in fact, your focus is not to let Gryffindor win, of course I don't deny that you must have this idea in your heart, but for you, the most important thing is The point is to let you perform, let you be the savior, not someone else."

"You're just for yourself, not for Gryffindor House!" Angelina's words were sharp like a knife, cutting Ron's fig leaf one by one.

Ron's face turned red and white for a while, ashamed and wanted to kill himself with an Avada, his lips trembled: "I, I..."

Afterwards, Angelina left, leaving him alone.

Ron's heart is in a mess, and countless thoughts are colliding in his mind. Are my real thoughts really what Angelina said? Am I purely for myself?

"Snapped."

A very crisp sound.

Ron shuddered and lowered his head stiffly.

It turned out that he was in a trance just now, and the Fuling agent slipped out of his hand, hit the stone floor, and shattered.

Looking at the small pool of potion on the ground, Ron panicked.

Merlin, this cost a thousand Galleons, and Ron was in a hurry like ants on a hot pan.

After a long time, Ron finally realized that he was a wizard.

He hurriedly took out his wand, facing the Fuling Elixir on the ground, and chanted the incantation: "Restore as before, restore as before..."

The glass bottle was brushed and became intact, and the potion on the ground flickered every time the spell was chanted, but it did not return to the bottle.

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Ron gave up powerlessly, his magic power was exhausted, and he had realized that the huge magic power contained in the Fuling agent was not at all comparable to his own level of magic.

However, he was too unwilling.

This is something worth a thousand Galleons, the most expensive thing he has ever bought in his life, so it was a waste.

The point is that he also borrowed five hundred Galleons from Ginny.

He looked down at the thinner and thinner water stains, and an outrageous thought came to his mind.

At least, don't waste it all?

At any rate, let yourself experience the effects of the Spiritual Elixir, even for a moment.

Ron turned to look with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, this is a very remote corridor, and no one passes by.

So Ron quickly fell to the ground and couldn't help turning his head to look behind him.

What is the strange feeling behind this constant feeling that someone is behind.

Time waits for no one, if you don't seize the opportunity, maybe someone will come over soon.

So Ron opened his mouth, wanting to take a sip of the Flux on the ground.

At this moment, a barbell-like laughter echoed in the aisle, echoing~~

"Hehe, hee hee..."

The sound was erratic, sometimes on Ron's left, sometimes on Ron's right, and then a pair of floating white feet appeared in front of Ron.

Ron kept his posture and fell into petrification.

"Hey..." The owner of the leg was puzzled, "What are you doing lying on the ground?"

Ron put his hands on the ground, stood up, patted the dust on the magic robe, his face was calm: "It's nothing, I'm exercising, this is a way of Muggles."

Ron thought to himself: Anyway, I have lost all my face today, so what else do I need to do with my face?

Myrtle, whose face was pale and pale, looked confused and tilted her head: "You are drinking water, the water on the ground."

Myrtle's finger was about to evaporate the cleanser of Fuling.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Ron said stubbornly.

"I see, Weasley wants to drink the dirty water on the ground, uh... yo..." Myrtle suddenly fell into a madness, smiling strangely, like a leaking ball, passing through the surrounding walls wear.

Ron rubbed his wand and thought silently, eh, what's the magic that keeps the ghosts shut up forever?

After thinking for a while, I found that this was beyond my knowledge, so I had to give up.

"Haha..." Myrtle stopped laughing~www.readwn.com~ stopped in front of Ron again, and said sympathetically: "Oh, poor Mr. Weasley, you must be very thirsty, I allow you to drink My toilet is full of water..."

"Oh wait... no, ah..." Myrtle screamed suddenly, "No, you can't drink from my toilet, that's what I'm going to leave for Harry Potter, ours Love Nest, I only allow Harry to be alone..."

"Ah... Harry, where are you?" Myrtle fell into madness again and drifted away.

There is only a transparent trace of water left in the corridor.

"Crazy, crazy woman, there are so many dramas." Ron scolded in a low voice, wiping off the water stains on the top of his head that Myrtle swayed.

However, my heart was a little more relaxed. For a mad ghost like Myrtle, it is estimated that what happened one moment ago will be forgotten the next moment, so that no one will know how embarrassed he is.

Then, Ron left the sad place.

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