[HP] Born to be a pair

Chapter 15

As time goes by, Renee and Neville's romance intensifies.Everyone can see them linking arms, weaving through the corridors and haunting the greenhouses.

Professor Sprout was deeply touched, and she had to assign more tasks that required two hands, so as to prevent the two of them from holding hands under the long table.

Some people gamble behind their backs, swearing that they will not be sweeter than this school year.

But more blessings came from their friends, especially Hermione, she had always regarded Neville as her brother, and seeing him so happy now, she couldn't help but be moved to tears.

"Unlucky! Neville's Potions grade improved so fast after she had her tutoring," said Ron sullenly.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but Snape is picking on us?"

Harry also nodded with a dark face. They had just gone through a nightmare potions class.

Snape had been staring at his cauldron with his dark eyes the whole class, almost pulling out two eyeballs and sticking them to his wand, so he could find more mistakes that didn't follow the flow.

"That's exactly a good thing!" Hermione said unhappily, "Neville's grades have improved, and Snape is no longer picky about him; you should do the same, and you can escape Snape's attention, Yes or no?"

The two boys looked at each other and slipped into the auditorium with their necks curled up as if they hadn't heard.

The blizzard swept through Hogwarts in November, and the mountains were covered with a thick skirt of snow.Many students changed into thick winter robes and dragon leather gloves as the icy wind stings their cheeks and hands.

This year's first Quidditch match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Although Neville is not good at playing, he will definitely go to the Gryffindor match and never lose a game.

Not only that, he also specially invited Renee to watch the game.

"It's fine if you don't want to." Neville flinched again. "I know you don't like Quidditch—"

"I don't hate Quidditch that much either!" Renee said jokingly, "How could I refuse your invitation?"

On the morning of the game, Renee put on the warm and thick ferret coat, and in order to add some blessings to Gryffindor, she also put on a dark red scarf.

However, when she walked out of the lounge, she suddenly saw the head of a male lion floating in the air, which startled Renee.

After a closer look, it turned out to be Luna Lovegood wearing a lion head hat.Her steps were vacant, her eyes were empty, and she walked downstairs along the crowd, as if she didn't care about other people's pointing and ridicule.

Luna's position was very obvious, which made Renee a little soft inside. She took the initiative to go up to greet Luna, and praised her hat.

"Good morning, Lovegood." Renee said cheerfully. "Your hat is so beautiful. You and I will go to the Gryffindor auditorium with me later, okay?"

Faced with her approach, Luna slightly opened her protruding eyes, looking even more surprised: "Oh... hello, Renee. Do you also support Gryffindor and Ron?"

Before Renee could answer, she continued to add, talking to herself: "This is his first official competition...I don't know what the situation is, I hope he can have some confidence in himself..."

"Of course, Luna." Renee changed her address politely, "I wish Weasley good luck today, let's go to the auditorium for breakfast first."

The match was a thrilling one, with the Slytherins resorting to dastardly jamming tactics, forming an amateur chorus, conducted by Pansy Parkinson, singing an original song over and over.

"Weasley is Our King".

But the song isn't as positive as it appears, and the lyrics are so derogatory that Neville's face is livid.

He clenched his fists and shouted, and the Gryffindors followed him in a wave of volume, trying to drown out the singing.

Ron Weasley was already pale, holding his broomstick in both hands, and looked deeply affected-he had conceded three goals, and the score was [-] points behind.

"Roar--"

Luna beside her suddenly tapped her lion head hat with her magic wand, and the majestic lion head moved suddenly and let out a deafening roar.

The lion's mane was blowing along with the cold wind, and several white fangs were exposed, standing straight on Luna's forehead, shining dangerously.

This rumbling roar was extremely useful, almost overshadowing the vicious singing and lyrics, and it gave the Gryffindor team a very powerful encouragement.

But the disadvantage is that this hat does not distinguish between enemy and friend, especially the students nearby, covering their ears in pain.

"Too smart!" Renee covered her ears and looked at Luna in amazement, "How did you come up with this?"

"It's nothing." Luna said regretfully, "I wanted to add a snake symbolizing Slytherin, which was eaten by a lion, but I ran out of time."

After a few minutes of silence, the Slytherin Amateur Choir began to sing again.

They sing louder and louder every time their Chaser starts to throw the ball.When Ron missed the Quaffle in a panic, they sang even more proudly.

"Ok."

Renee rolled her eyes in disgust, and took Neville's hand to calm him down before shouting, "Boss! Cover your ears, will you?"

After finishing speaking, she said to Luna again: "Luna, when I say roar, you can let the lion head hat roar out again, okay?"

Luna nodded sluggishly, and the students beside her quickly blocked their ears when they saw that the situation was not good.

The singing came to the fore when Renee whispered, "Now, Luna!"

Two wands pointed at the lion's head hat on Luna's head at the same time, one tapped the lion's mane lightly, and Renee held up the other and shouted forcefully: "Loud voice!"

In an instant, the majestic roar of the beast reverberated on the Quidditch field. The loud volume almost shattered the snow on the mountains, and directly suppressed the weak singing voice on the other side.

Everyone was stunned, and the speeding players froze for a moment.

However, Ron seemed to be woken up, and couldn't help shivering in front of the goal.

The Quaffle came towards him, his eyes widened, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and he finally grasped the handle of the broom tightly and flew up, knocking the ball into the air with his tail firmly.

"Nice job! Ron Weasley of Gryffindor defends the goal! A nice tail turn stops the Quaffle!"

The commentator, Lee Jordan, reacted the fastest. He praised Ron hoarsely for the only Quaffle he defended. Those who didn't know it thought Ron had already won the Quidditch trophy.

"Alia Spinnet in Gryffindor gets the ball now! She breaks through Warrington and Montague in Slytherin! Great, girl! - she makes the pass ! to the equally wonderful Angelina!"

Gryffindor's morale was high, and the first passionate cheers of the match sounded. Neville excitedly hugged Renee, and carried her around in the crowded and narrow stands for half a circle.

On the contrary, after Slytherin's singing was suppressed, he could no longer sing in unison.Amidst the hoarse singing and cheering cheers of the crowd, Harry and Draco Malfoy's battle for the Snitch intensified, and it was almost—almost—

The palms of the two overlapped, Malfoy scratched a mark on the back of Harry's hand, and Harry spread that hand, the Snitch was in his palm!

Amid the boiling sound, Neville took Renee's hand and ran out from the crowd hugging each other. They ran all the way down the stairs of the grandstand, joyous laughter flew out of their chests.

"You're a genius!" Neville said with bright eyes, holding her waist with both hands and lifting Renee up and turning her around several times, "Thanks to you and Luna, it's amazing!"

Renee supported his shoulders with her legs off the ground, and she also smiled awkwardly: "It's all thanks to Luna...I wouldn't have thought of this idea without that hat."

Perhaps because of emotions and circumstances, the two 15-year-olds behaved like four or five-year-old children.

Playing hide and seek around beech trees wrapped in great clusters of crumbling snow - Renee hides, Neville chases.

They chased and played all the way from the Quidditch pitch to the lawn of the back hill, until Renee sprinted back and ran into Ron, who was sitting on the root of the camphor tree, and pushed him straight.

"Ouch!" They both yelled at the same time. Ron covered his chest with one hand and his tailbone with the other, and fell into the snow and cried out in pain, "Walk carefully! Can you?!"

A large handful of cold and soft snow was poured on top of their heads, and Renee, whose brain was congested, finally calmed down.

"God, I'm sorry, Weasley," Renee said quickly, helping him up from the ground. "I didn't see you here."

Neville also ran over. Surprised, he swept the snow off their heads and shoulders, and asked, "Ron? Why are you here alone!"

Ron didn't answer, and when he talked about this topic, his face was uglier than when he was hit just now.

Renee had vaguely guessed what he was thinking, and she was blaming herself, regretting participating in the Quidditch match and so on.

Maybe he will take all the responsibility on himself, and then make himself more painful and guilty.

"To be honest, isn't the role of the Seeker too important?" Renee ignored him and started chatting with Neville.

"Uh-w-what?"

"Harry's the Seeker, right?" Renee insisted. "If catching the Snitch gets you 150 points and the game is over, what's the point of anyone else?"

"No, that's not how I understand it!" Neville said, "Because there is another situation, that is, even if the Seeker catches the Snitch, the score has already widened the gap by 150 points. At the end of the game, the one who didn't catch the Golden Snitch wins."

Ron's ears were red from the cold, and his evasive eyes gradually shifted to them. His lips were pursed, as if he wanted to say something.

"Oh! So the Chaser, the Batter, and the Keeper are all important." Renee suddenly realized.

"Stop it—stop it—" Ron growled suddenly, "Keepers do matter! So I can't—"

His voice changed from loud to small, and finally turned into a murmur that only he could hear.Neville looked at him in panic, then back at Renee.

"You're really average goalkeeper," she said sharply, "but it's a good thing for our house, because in the third game, we only need to send a few people to Slytherin to learn a song, and we will be able to do it." Unlimited goals."

Neville was stunned, and so was Ron, and they kept staring at Renee dumbfounded, as if she was such an unreasonable person.

"So, don't go to training after you go back, leave us a way to victory."

"Don't even think about it!" Ron jumped up furiously, and the snowdrifts on his body fell down, "I will never—"

"Great!" Renee's expression that was a bit mean just now suddenly relaxed, and she looked very happy.

"Actually, you defended that shot very well today. Keep up the good work, Ron—we're all proud of your Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"What are you talking about?" Ron's ashen face became alive, and his emotions were completely mobilized by Renee, a little dazed and a little unbelievable.

"It's so strange...Neville, your girlfriend must be out of her mind...It's inexplicable..."

He changed the bleak and dark protagonist scene just now, and stood up from under the big tree angrily: "If you want to laugh at me, just come directly! Why do you say something you don't understand?"

"No one's laughing at you, Ron," said Neville timidly. "We won!"

"That's right, Gryffindor won, but I was terrible!" Ron covered his face in pain, "What did I think? Why did I go to the interview..."

Renee rolled her scarf around Ron's neck a few times, trying to keep him warm in his Quidditch robes.

"Well, strangle me," said Ron sullenly, "I'll save myself doing it myself."

"Obviously you are skilled." Renee and Neville looked at each other, comforting him softly, "Did you hear that lion's roar? What were you thinking at that time?"

"I, I don't know..." Ron raised his head in confusion, "But that voice blanked my confused brain for a while, and by the time I realized it, the Quaffle was already in front of me."

"Your instinct blocked the ball." Renee said, "It means that it has nothing to do with your skills. I have never seen such excellent ball defense skills!"

Neville quickly agreed: "Me too!"

Ron's ears were bright red, maybe not all from frostbite, and he rubbed his cold hands awkwardly - although he was wearing goalkeeper's fingerless dragon leather gloves, they were obviously not frostproof.

"Thanks..." he muttered, hastily tore off Renee's scarf and returned it to her, and ran back to the castle with his back on fire.

"Scare me!" Renee looked at his back and couldn't help but say, "I thought he wouldn't think about it and let himself freeze to death here."

"He ignored us at first!" Neville said in amazement, "You made him open his mouth with just a few words..."

Renee looked over with a smile, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then I have to say a few words to make you open your mouth too?"

Neville blushed again, thankful that the dim light in the dark night sky now prevented Renee from seeing his expression.

The author has something to say:

Neville: I don't know what other surprises you have!

Renee: That's too much...

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