"Ron, how do you feel?" Ginny asked Ron, "Are you okay?"
He was staring at the remains of the cereal in the bowl, as if he was seriously considering whether to drown himself in it.
"He's just a little nervous." Harry said, "He's been nervous for a long time."
"That's actually a good sign. I found that when you're not nervous, you won't do well in the exam." Hermione enthusiastically said.
"My dear, I'm looking forward to your performance." Lavender also enthusiastically came over and sat next to Ron.
She didn't go to see Ron's previous training, so she didn't know much about Ron's real situation.
Anyway, when she went to see him, Ron's performance was very good. He was like a good goalkeeper and a great broom.
Ron's expression was stiff, but he still didn't speak. Lavender didn't care. Instead, he excitedly said.
"Well, you see, everyone is supporting you. The whole school will be there. When the game starts, you just need to …"
Ivan felt that it was best for Lavender to stop. These words of encouragement didn't have any good effect at all.
Ron became more nervous. He seemed to realize that there would be nearly a thousand pairs of eyes staring at him today.
At this moment, he saw Luna strolling over from Ravenclaw's table.
"Hello!" He said in a dreamy voice.
Everyone looked at him in surprise. Many people in the auditorium were also looking at Luna. Some were openly laughing and pointing at her.
Just like last year when Gryffindor's team played against Slytherin's team, she had a lion's head shaped hat on her head. But this time, the color of the hat was brighter. Moreover, it was as big as a real lion's head.
It seemed that her transformation magic had made great progress since the second grade.
"I support Gryffindor." Luna pointed at her hat and said, "You see what it will do."
She hit the hat with her wand. It opened its mouth and issued a realistic lion's roar, which scared the people around.
The sound was exactly the same as a real lion. It was extremely realistic.
"Not bad, right?" I wanted it to eat a snake that symbolized Slytherin, but it was too late. "
"It's actually not that difficult!" Elwyn said, taking out his wand and tapping the sausage in front of him.
The sausage changed rapidly, becoming longer and larger, and its color turned dark green. Finally, it became a Slytherin Snake.
He flew towards Luna's hat and fell between the lion's jaws, where his tail was coiled around his paws.
"That's exactly what I wanted!" Luna nodded and shook her hat.
"It's actually still a sausage. If you get hungry during the match, you can just take it off and eat it." Elwyn said.
"I know. Anyway, good luck, Ron!" She floated away happily.
Before anyone could reply, Angelina hurried over with Katie and Aria.
"When everyone is ready!" Angelina said, "We'll go directly to the stadium to check the situation and change our clothes. Ginny, you also go and change your uniform. I just asked Mrs. Hooch, she said that you can have a substitute, but only if the other person can't play. If there is an accident, you can replace him at any time. Gutt and Demirza are still too young. "
"I know!" Ginny said. She looked a little excited, not as nervous as Ron.
To be honest, how did Weasley's family raise them? Ron and Ginny were only one year apart. They grew up in similar environments, but their personalities were completely opposite. Ginny was much more optimistic than Ron. Was it because the younger sister was more loved than the younger brother?!
That's why Ginny was so confident.
Her only weakness was Harry. After she decided to give up Harry, this weakness was gone!
"You guys go first. We'll go in a while!" Harry promised her. "Ron wants to have some breakfast."
"I'll go with Elwyn to the stands to find seats." Hermione said. She pulled Elwyn up and followed Angelina outside.
Harry and Lavender stayed with Ron, hoping to cheer him up in the last moments.
"We don't have to find seats today."
"Lavender wants to kiss Ron. He'll be embarrassed with so many of us there," Hermione said softly.
"How do you know?" Elwyn asked.
"Because she told me her plan in the dorm last night. I haven't slept yet," Hermione answered.
"I'm suddenly curious. What do you usually talk about in the bedroom at night?"
"Definitely more open-minded than you think. We …" Hermione suddenly stopped. They happened to come to Slytherin's long table. This time, she could clearly see the words on the crown-shaped badges on their chests: Weasley is our king.
"How can they do this? Ron will collapse if he sees this!" Hermione said angrily. She looked at the shiny silver badges in disbelief. "No, we have to go back and remind Harry. We can't let Ron see these badges."
Sure enough, when they turned back, they happened to witness Lavender kissing Ron in front of many people.
Then, she laughed and left. Ron seemed to sober up a little. He touched the place where he was kissed.
Looking at Ron and then at Lavender, who was especially bold, Elwyn felt that it was better to be more reserved.
If Hermione were to be so enthusiastic, he would not be able to stand it.
More than ten minutes later, they left the castle, went down the stone steps, and walked into the cold air.
The frosted grass crunched under their feet. Elwyn and Hermione hurried down the slope with the crowd and rushed to the stadium.
There was no wind, and the sky was a uniform pearl white. This meant that visibility was better, but the sun was not too dazzling.
These were more favorable conditions for the goalkeepers. Of course, the same was true for the spectators below.
Just like Gryffindor, Slytherin also recruited new players this year. Their batters, Derek and Frank, left, but it was not until the last day that everyone knew who they found to be the new batter.
Perhaps it was because of Malfoy, but Monty finally decided on Crabbe and Gower.
In Angelina's words, they were two ordinary gorillas, and not the kind that could fly particularly well.
There was no need to worry at all. They might not even be able to tell the end of a broom from the beginning.
However, as always, Crabbe and Gower continued the style of Slytherin. They were strong, far stronger than a Quidditch player should be. They seemed to have given up on technique and planned to rely entirely on their bodies to win.
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