Rebirth of the Harry Potter

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

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came.

Angelina couldn't hide her disappointment and continued: "Look what you are doing, trying to use Fuling Potion to win! This is shameless cheating and tarnishing the purity of the game."

"I don't know how you suddenly came up with this idea, but I don't think even the Slytherin gang would have thought about it like you."

Ron blushed at that.

"I...because of me, Gryffindor is at a serious disadvantage. I just hope that Gryffindor can win. Even if it is a bit disgraceful, it is...insignificant..." Ron finally mustered up the courage to defend himself, and the more he spoke, The more buzzing.

Angelina looked at Ron silently, and after a while, she said calmly: "Oh, really?"

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

Suddenly things took a turn for the worse. Ron's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Really?"

"Yeah." Angelina nodded expressionlessly.

But before Ron could cheer, Angelina said lightly: "But... you can't use the Elixir of Fortune, 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 give the elixir to me and Aaliya."

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

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

If the goalkeeper uses the elixir of fortune, it will only be passive defense and cannot be controlled. But if the chaser attacks instead, the score can be firmly controlled.

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

In this way, they can always keep the score of Crow, and can also make Gryffindor first through calculation. The most important thing is that the score difference will not be increased to an outrageous level, and no one will suspect that they are cheating.

After hearing Angelina's words, Ron fell silent.

He couldn't help but clenched the glass bottle tighter, silently shrinking his hand towards himself, and did not agree to Angelina's suggestion for a long time.

why?

Didn't he say he really wanted Gryffindor to win?

Angelina narrowed her eyes at Ron and said in a cold tone: "Look, your focus is not actually to let Gryffindor win. Of course, I don't deny that you must have this idea in your mind, but for you, the most important thing is It’s for you to perform and be the savior, not someone else.”

"You are only doing it for yourself, not for Gryffindor House you keep saying!" Angelina's words were as sharp as a knife, cutting through Ron's fig leaf one by one.

Ron's face turned red and white. He was so ashamed that he wanted to kill himself with Avada Kedavra. His lips trembled and he said, "I, I..."

Then, Angelina left, leaving him standing alone.

Ron's heart was very confused, and countless thoughts were colliding in his mind. Are my true thoughts really what Angelina said? Am I doing this purely for myself?

"Snapped."

A very clear sound.

Ron trembled all over and lowered his head stiffly.

It turned out that he had just been in a trance, and the elixir slipped out of his hands and hit the stone floor, shattering into pieces.

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

Merlin, this cost a thousand galleons. Ron was suddenly as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

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

He quickly took out his wand, pointed at the elixir on the ground, and recited the incantation vigorously: "Recover as before, recover as before..."

The glass bottle became intact with a brush, and the magic potion on the ground flickered with light every time the magic spell was recited, but it never returned to the bottle.

…………

Ron gave up helplessly. His magic power was exhausted, and he realized that the huge magic power contained in the elixir was simply not something that his level of magic could compete with.

However, he was too unwilling to do so.

This was something worth a thousand galleons. It was the most expensive thing he had ever bought in his life, and it was wasted like this.

The key is that he also lent Ginny five hundred galleons.

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

At least, don't waste it all?

At least let yourself experience the effect of the elixir, even for a moment.

Ron turned around guiltily and looked around. Fortunately, this was a very remote corridor and no one passed by.

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

What's up with this weird feeling that there's someone behind me?

Time waits for no one. If you don't seize the opportunity, someone might come over soon.

So Ron opened his mouth and wanted to take a sip of the elixir on the ground.

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

"Chuck, hee hee..."

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

Ron kept his posture unchanged, petrified.

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

Ron stood up with his hands on the ground, patted the dust on his magic robe, and said with a calm expression, "It's nothing, I'm exercising. This is a Muggle way."

Ron thought to himself: I've already lost all my face today, so why do I need to lose face?

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

Myrtle's fingers were about to evaporate the clean elixir.

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

"I saw it. Weasley wanted to drink the dirty water on the ground. Ugh...yo..." Myrtle suddenly fell into madness, laughing strangely, like a deflated rubber ball, passing through the surrounding walls. Wear it.

Ron rubbed his wand and thought silently, Oh, by the way, what is the magic that makes 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, stopped in front of Ron, and said sympathetically: "Oh, poor Mr. Weasley, you must be very thirsty, I allow you to drink the water from my toilet, fully……"

"Oh, wait... no, ah..." Myrtle suddenly screamed loudly, "No, you can't drink the water from my toilet, that's what I want to leave to Harry Potter, ours In the love nest, I only allow Harry to be alone..."

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

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

"Crazy, crazy bitch, there are so many dramas." Ron embarrassedly wiped off the water stains on his head that were wet by Myrtle, and cursed in a low voice.

But I felt a little more relaxed. For a ghost as crazy as Myrtle, I would probably forget what happened one moment the next moment, so that no one would know how embarrassed I was.

Later, Ron left this sad place.

…………