novelraw Chapter 167 Gryffindor Long Table
Chapter 167 Gryffindor Long Table
"I can also guarantee that she is not a ghost." A real ghost "grows" out of the dining table at this time, startling Harley and Queenie, but the students around them all look familiar.
When Harley came to Hogwarts when she was 11 years old, she had already seen a ghost-the myrtle in the women's bathroom-so she had calmed down, and only Queenie was still carefully observing the quaintly dressed male ghost in front of her.
Was she researching whether she could read the minds of ghosts?
"It's Nearly Headless Nick," Ron explained to Harry, nibbling on a pie.
Harry looked into the ghost's neck, and indeed saw a crack.Hiss...it must have hurt back then.
And... a ruff?Could this ghost be a contemporary of Shakespeare...
Ron's address made Nearly Headless Nick frowned, and he looked embarrassed, "I prefer you to call me Nicholas de Mimsy-Sir Popington."
"You say that every year, but every year the new students don't call you that..." said the tawny-haired boy who had just said that his mother didn't believe Headmaster Dumbledore, whom Harry already knew was Seamus Finnigan.
At this time, the fourth and fifth grade Gryffindor students around Harley had gradually gotten to know each other and stopped making fuss about her, which made her heave a sigh of relief.
At the same time, she also realized that she must be careful about the words she utters in the future, because her words are likely to be misinterpreted-some people will believe it, some people will not believe it, and even people with ulterior motives will misinterpret her meaning to the public.Harry suddenly felt what it was like for Uncle Bruce to be a celebrity...
"Angelina Johnson," a tall, attractive-looking girl approached Halle, holding out her hand, "we met at the World Cup—or rather, against each other."
"Hi." Harry shook her hand, she did remember Angelina, the tough Chaser.
"I won't ask you why you disappeared suddenly at that time, and what happened afterwards... You will definitely not tell me." Angelina said casually.
Everyone held their breath because of these words. At that time, there were many students who witnessed her disappearing from the stadium.
"Anyway, I came here today to say that you have been selected for the team," Angelina patted Halle on the shoulder, "There is no need for trials at all, you will be our most powerful weapon—"
"But there is no Quidditch Cup this year... the headmaster said it at the beginning of the term," she curled her lips, "but I believe that next year we will definitely get the trophy that we haven't touched since Charlie Weasley graduated ..."
"No Quidditch this year?" Harry grasped at this surprising point of information.
"Because the Triwizard Tournament is going to be held!" Fred and George said in unison.
"You're not old enough to be excited." Ron poked the steak in front of him.
"Oh, little Ron, always follow the rules, is there another Percy in our family?" one of the twins exclaimed in a fuss-Harry had long since given up on distinguishing them.
The other clutched his chest, distressed, "oh—no—this is too bad."
"If you participate... Mom will be very angry!" Ron emphasized seriously.
"As long as we can get back the 1000 Galleons!"
While eating slowly, Harry carefully observed the surrounding environment, and of course listened happily to the witty bickering of the Weasley boys.
At this time, a hand poked lightly on the back of her upper arm like a feather. If she hadn't been well trained and sensitive enough to touch, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Harry turned to see a boy with ash-brown hair.
The boy froze on the spot at this moment, his expression... a little crazy.Harry blinked, but didn't dare to speak, and could only wait patiently for him.
"me……"
And so the boy... plopped down, passed out behind Harry's back...
There was another murmur of discussion in the auditorium, and Harry heard a sneer from the silver-green uniform table.
Professor McGonagall angrily walked down from the guest table, floated the unconscious boy, and walked out of the auditorium, muttering words in his mouth as he walked, which sounded like "what's the matter", "here Bobby adds to the chaos" or something... *
"This is Colin Creevey," Ron said sympathetically, he didn't know whether he fainted in sympathy for Colin, or he was sympathetic for him to bear Professor McGonagall's anger, "I thought my sister, you were the first Big fan until I met Colin."
"He's got all your news clippings, taped to his bedside," Ron gestured. "I have no doubt he'd secretly take pictures of you—if he had a camera."
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, are you sure it's not some kind of stalker or pervert?
"Your sister?" she asked Ron.
Ron pointed to the red-haired girl who had spoken not long ago. She was sitting in the third grade area, and Harry waved to her.
Ginny - Ron's sister - literally choked, and a girl nearby rushed her a glass of pumpkin juice.
At this moment, the main meal in front of Harry suddenly disappeared, and a tempting dessert appeared.
"Syrup fruit pie, raisin pudding, chocolate cake..." She looked at them one by one, confused, "Yorkshire pudding..."
"The heat is too high..." This was a test of her self-control.
Thinking about Brother Tim who only eats salad and scrambled egg whites to maintain his body fat rate, Harley deeply doubts that he will not be able to fit into that dress in half a year.
But she couldn't let the goblins at Hogwarts make fat-reducing meals for herself.
"Goblins? There are no goblins at Hogwarts," Ron said after hearing Harry's question about how the food was prepared. "I do have them at home, and you have to throw them out one by one."
"Can the goblins in Ilvermorny work?" A round-faced boy asked curiously, "Hi...sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Neville Longbottom."
"Hi..." Harry shook hands with him too.
Queenie had a good time eating, and Harley envied her body without gaining weight no matter how much she ate. She swallowed a bite of the cake and explained to Ron, "We also have a Goblin Academy."
"Are we talking about the same creature?" Ron said in disbelief. "Hogwarts is house elves."
"This is unfair slave labor," Hermione emphasized, looking serious.
So much American liberty.
"House-elves? I haven't seen any." Harry remembered that Dobby.
"The mark of a good house-elf is that you don't even know it exists." Ron nodded. "My mother always wanted to have one, but the conditions in my house...it's impossible to have a house-elf." He blushed a little.
Harley forced herself to put down the knife and fork—for the dress Brother Jason bought for her...
To distract her, she asked Hermione to introduce her to the teacher on the guest stage.Hermione clearly admired her academic spirit.
She introduced them one by one according to the seat order, knowing everything, "...that's the professor of Charms, he has fairy blood..."
"Hmm..." When it was the turn of a short witch in pink, she paused unusually, "She is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, sent by the Ministry of Magic."
She frowned, showing that expression of wanting to speak but hesitating again.
"She...is a..."
"She's a piece of rubbish," Ron cut in decisively. "She doesn't teach anything, just makes us recite theory, and fifth graders are crying these days - you know, with the pressure of the OWL. I hear Pa said she was Fudge's henchman."
"She was put in after Dumbledore and Fudge had a falling out - I presume." Hermione frowned at Ron's comment about a teacher, but she said nothing.
"Because... Dumbledore hinted that You-Know-Who is back, and... neither the Ministry of Magic nor the Daily Prophet they control believed it," she added in a low voice to Harry.
He was really back, and Harry was about to speak, noticing Queenie gave her a slight shake of her head.
The current situation in the UK seems to be more than a confrontation between good and evil?
"...The three-final match is going to be held? It feels very confusing." She could only change the subject.
"Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch both insisted that everything was coordinated. And emphasized that after the chaos of the World Cup, European wizards need a large event to increase cohesion," Ron snorted Huh," Dad said a lot of people in the Ministry were whispering that Crouch was crazy and out of his wits. Because everyone saw that when the Quidditch World Cup final was over - that is, not long after you disappeared - he Running around, clamoring for Dumbledore."*
"But then it was quiet again. Some people said he was just crazy that Britain was going to win."
In the end, England won the World Cup.This is not surprising. Now it seems that Britain and the United States can enter the finals because of Voldemort.If the two Quidditch national teams compete for strength, the British are far ahead of the United States.
Harry was thinking about Quidditch when a slightly familiar voice called her name behind her——
It was Cedric Diggory, "Hi, Harry, I see you're not bothering me..." He paused, "...we're all very relieved."
"I wanted to say that we could have another fair game with the House Quidditch Cup, but there is no ball game this year." He smiled at Harry.
"It's okay, there is still a chance next year." Harry said.
"No, there should be no chance. I'm already in the seventh grade."
"Oh... sorry, I forgot." She rubbed her nose, a little embarrassed, "Then you... are 17 years old? You will definitely participate in the Triwizard Tournament they mentioned. I wish you... all the best."
If she loses, she loses, there is no excuse to find, there is no need to compete again.
The author has something to say:
*Quidditch World Cup Not long after Harley disappears, Barty Jr. dies in the cemetery, so old Crouch breaks free from the Imperius Curse, but then hidden Death Eaters in the arena take control of him.
*Colin's hair color, I didn't have time to look for Ha2, I checked hpwiki directly and found that the word given was Mousy?Mouse-like?Temporarily written in gray-brown, wait to find an accurate Chinese description and then change it.
*Bobby is Madam Pomfrey's name, in case some readers have greatly forgotten.
*In fact, Ron is quite cute. He often has that kind of clever British humor, and many jokes come out of his mouth.
Looking back again, I really found a lot of Ron's sensitive love lines buried in the first few books. They are quite loving. The two of them are the typical happy friends. Point, there should be more supporters.
In fact, strictly according to the description in the book, Ron should be quite handsome, because several brothers are not bad (such as Bill), and Ginny is a beautiful woman.
But Ginny and Manha... just... I might have to go back a few more times to find out...
Looking at it now... Male ha is indeed set by the chairman of the Appearance Association as a straight steel man...