manynovel Chapter 88 Harry, we're still friends, right?
Chapter 88 Harry, we're still friends, right?
Chapter 88 Harry, we're still friends, right? (Second update of 10,000 words per day)
The Quidditch rookie tournament started leisurely and ended abruptly.
Harry, sitting in the Quidditch stands, will never forget the scene where the Golden Snitch flew past Ron Weasley three times without him reacting.
Conversely, under Orochimaru's watchful eye, Malfoy, like a snake, precisely and swiftly caught the Golden Snitch right next to Ron Weasley.
At that moment, the Gryffindors were like prisoners kissed by Dementors; none of them could feel their own souls.
The Slytherins instantly erupted into a sea of jubilation.
This is a rare moment of indulgence for the Slytherins, who are known for their elegance and etiquette.
The final score was 210:50.
It must be admitted that, aside from the Seeker, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is actually on par with Slytherin.
Following this match, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw faced off.
The two houses were locked in a fierce battle, and Ravenclaw's second-year Cho Chang and Hufflepuff's next captain Cedric made their first appearances.
They were both seekers and together they delivered a fantastic match.
In the end, it was the more astute Qiu Zhang who found the golden thief hiding on the edge of the stands.
The students watched two matches and still felt they hadn't had enough, and they were even more excited for the upcoming Quidditch Cup official matches.
After all, Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore had made it clear that this rookie tournament would not actually count towards the Quidditch main event.
Just enjoy the fun of Quidditch.
But if there is no winner or loser in a competition, then it is often difficult to have any fun.
Defeating the enemy completely always brings a sense of satisfaction, doesn't it?
By the time everything was over, it was already evening.
Slytherin has 210 points, ranking first, while Ravenclaw has 190 points, ranking second.
Hufflepuff, on the other hand, was a bit of a disappointment. They were aiming to surpass Slytherin, and the Chasers worked together to score a whopping 70 points, but they couldn't quite capture the Golden Snitch in the end.
As for Gryffindor—
They only scored a pitiful fifty points, placing them at the bottom.
It's obvious to everyone that Gryffindor's Seeker, Ron Weasley, is completely incompetent and is the biggest weakness of the entire Gryffindor team.
On the way back to his dorm, Harry followed behind Ron, looking for an opportunity to comfort his roommate.
Maybe it's not that you're bad at Quidditch, maybe you're just not good at the Seeker position.
Ron didn't listen to Harry; his mind was completely occupied with his performance in Quidditch.
The more someone desires to stand out, the more afraid they are of losing face in front of others.
In his match against Slytherin, Ron was initially able to fly freely. But when Malfoy flew past him and mocked him for letting the Golden Snitch escape twice, Ron's mentality completely collapsed.
He not only remained motionless in the air as if weighed down by lead, but he couldn't even follow Malfoy's trajectory.
He felt suffocated—
"It's like someone's choking me, making it hard to breathe," Ron said, turning to look at Harry.
Do you know that feeling?
Since you find it so suffocating, why don't you let me do it next time?
Harry had intended to say that, but today had been too difficult for Ron. So he decided to try a different approach to comfort him.
"Everyone has a first time, Ron."
“But my first time was awful, absolutely awful, Harry.” Ron said, then suddenly sat up straight. “Do you think they’ll let me be the Seeker again?”
better not.
"Maybe? Has Captain Wood talked to you about what to do next? Should we continue training, or should we hold another selection?"
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Harry asked calmly.
"I don't know. They told me to go back and get some rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's hand, looking at him intently. "Do you think I still have a chance?"
"There should still be some, right?"
Harry tried to pull his hand away, only to find that Ron was holding it tightly and he couldn't get it free.
So he gave up trying and looked at Ron with trusting eyes.
Ron's courage was emboldened by Harry's gaze, and he even lowered his voice, like a child about to play a prank, as he began to explain his plan.
"Tell me, if I go to Wood now and ask him to give me special training as a Seeker, will he let me participate in the Quidditch Cup later? He will, right? After all, I battled Malfoy for a whole game today."
People always tend to idealize themselves.
Ron was no exception.
His question made Harry feel a little embarrassed for a moment.
He knew the truth was cruel; perhaps the entire Gryffindor was fed up with Ron's poor performance and wanted him to leave the group quietly.
But he couldn't say it directly, because that would be too hurtful.
Before Harry could even think of something to comfort Ron, Ron had already started making demands of Harry.
"Would you come with me to the Quidditch pitch? The regulars are definitely training, and there's a broom left by a senior from the previous year. It's a bit broken, but you can ride it and help me with some training."
"Maybe next year, you can become a substitute for Gryffindor, as a pursuer or goalkeeper or something."
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Ron kindly advised, "Come with me, Harry!"
Harry paused, then forced a strange smile onto his face.
This smile is somewhat like Orochimaru's, yet also possesses a different kind of carefree spirit.
If Orochimaru were here, he'd probably be amazed. Because the expression on Harry's face was remarkably similar to that of the real Jiraiya.
"I won't be going, Ron," Harry replied with a smile. "I'm going to detention later, with Snape and Malfoy."
Ron's expression became incredibly interesting. He opened his mouth slightly, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Finally, he could only stammer in defense of himself, "You should have told me sooner, Harry."
"Harry already said that yesterday, but you were thinking about Quidditch the whole time," Neville Longbottom's voice chimed in.
Harry and Ron both turned around and noticed that their chubby roommate had been lying on the bed, flipping through a book on herbalism.
He listened to Harry and Ron's conversation from beginning to end, but only delivered the fatal blow at the very last moment.
Ron was even more embarrassed.
He waved his hand, wanting to say a few more words in his defense, but when the words reached his lips, he felt that nothing he said would make a difference.
Finally, Ron had no choice but to bend down, pick up his sweat-soaked Gryffindor jersey, and walk toward the door as if heading to his execution.
As Ron reached the door, he stiffened, turned halfway back, and asked Harry with a mixture of worry and hope, "..."
"Harry, we're still friends, right?"
"Of course we're friends, Ron," Harry replied with a smile.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and fled from his Gryffindor dormitory, heading towards the Quidditch training ground.
Harry's answer surprised Neville Longbottom.
He looked at Harry's calm and expressionless face with curiosity, wondering what was going on in the mind of this savior.
Harry's thinking was actually quite simple.
In this world, there are people who can be friends, but they are just friends.
They can play together, copy homework together, and sleep in class together, but that's about it.
Harry knew he could never entrust his back to someone like Ron.
"Can you keep this a secret, Neville?"
Harry turned his head and looked at Neville, who was full of doubt, and slowly took out an invisibility cloak from the closet.
The invisibility cloak is extremely effective; anything covered by it will instantly disappear.
Neville stared, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration and looked at Neville's wand, which was placed on the bedside table—the wand that Neville's father had left for him.
"This is something my father left me."
He pointed to his invisibility cloak and said slowly.
Neville paused, then suddenly realized.
"Need any help?" Neville asked, unusually astutely, "though I don't know any spells."
"No need, just keep it a secret for me. Don't let anyone know that I possess this magical garment."
Harry said, winking at Neville.
He probably didn't even realize it himself, but in that moment, he really did resemble Dumbledore a bit.
The dormitory door opened again, and Harry, carrying the Invisibility Cloak, embarked on his journey into solitary confinement.
He didn't know where his detention would begin tonight, but he had a vague feeling that the clothes would help him.
This time, Orochimaru was not by his side.
As Jiraiya, traveling alone, he had to be extra careful.