"You're here, Potter!"

Harry jumped to his feet and picked up his wand. He had thought that there was no one in the lounge, but he had no idea that a large figure would suddenly emerge from a seat in the distance. Harry looked at Comike McLaggan.

"I've been waiting for you to come back," McLagan said, ignoring Harry's wand, "I must have taken a nap." I've heard that Weasley has been taken to the hospital and looks like he won't be able to play next week. ”

It took Harry a moment to understand what he was talking about, and his mind was now dull as mush.

"Oh...... That's right...... Quidditch," he said, tucking his wand back into the belt of his jeans, brushing his hair wearily, "yes...... He probably won't be able to go. ”

"Then it's my time to be the goalkeeper, isn't it?" McLagan asked.

"Ah," said Harry, "ah, I think it'......"

Harry couldn't think of a reason to refute it, after all, McLagan was second in the tryouts.

"Great," McLagan said in a satisfied tone, "when is it time to train?"

"What? Oh...... Once tomorrow night. ”

"Well, listen to me, Potter, we should talk about it beforehand. I have some strategic ideas that might be useful to you. ”

"Okay," Harry said less enthusiastically, "I'll listen to it tomorrow, I'm tired now...... Goodbye......"

The news that Ron had been hit by Lavender's aphrodisiac spread quickly the next day, and everyone seemed to find it very interesting. Lavender Brown was not punished for this, because aphrodisiacs are not poisons and do not cause any side effects. However, everyone thought that it was a bit strange for Weasley to enter the school hospital for some reason.

"Harry, why is Ron in the school hospital?" Neville asked, "The aphrodisiac will be fine as long as the time passes, unless he has taken the wrong antidote, otherwise it won't happen, didn't you take him to Professor Slughorn's?"

"I don't know very much about that. Harry said with a gloomy face.

However, Gryffindor's interest in Ron Weasley was limited to that, with the exception of Lavender Brown, who was still thinking of going to the hospital to see Ron, the others were generally more concerned about the second round of Quidditch against Slytherin.

"Hufflepuff was beaten by Ravenclaw on the pitch. Dean said excitedly, "That idiot from Zacharis was knocked out by a Bludger less than two minutes into the game. Ravenclaw won Hufflepuff and Slytherin, which means we still have a chance, Harry, but we have to win this first!"

"Oh, is it?" Harry was a little numb, Quidditch had never been so attractive to him as he was now, and his mind was occupied by other things. Harry didn't have much time to think about anything else, though. He had to train in Quidditch, do his homework, make up lessons, and be pestered by McLagan and Lavender wherever he went.

Harry wasn't sure which of the two was more annoying. McLagan kept hinting that he would be better at being a goalkeeper than Ron, thinking that now that Harry was seeing his training regularly, he would surely come to the same conclusion. He also likes to criticize other players and provide Harry with detailed training protocols, and Harry has had to remind him on several occasions who the captain is.

At the same time, Lavender often came up to discuss Ron, which Harry found more tiresome than McLagan's Quidditch lectures.

"Listen to me, why don't you talk to Ron about this?" asked Harry.

"Well, I wanted to ask, but when I went to see him, he was always sleeping. Lavender said worriedly. "I think Ron is getting colder and colder to me. ”

yes, especially after he knew you had given him an aphrodisiac.

However, Ron was very good, at least when Harry went to see him, he was always in high spirits with Harry to denigrate McLagan, and did not pretend to be asleep like Lavender did when he came to see him.

"Harry, don't worry too much, you haven't done the antidote to the aphrodisiac, it's too normal to make mistakes, not to mention I'm okay now, isn't it?" Ron always comforted Harry. But he didn't know that Harry was worried about something else.

On the morning of the Slytherin match, Harry went to the school hospital before going to the pitch. Ron was restless, and Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him go to the game for fear he would get too excited.

"How's McLagen's appearance?" he asked Harry nervously, as if he couldn't remember asking twice.

"I told you," Harry said patiently, "that he's world-class and I don't want to keep him." He was always teaching others and felt that he could be better than the rest of us in any position. I wish I had gotten rid of him sooner. ”

"That's good, that's good. Ron relieved himself.

"Good luck, I hope you beat McLagan - I'm talking about Malfoy. ”

"I try. Harry said as he took his broomstick, "See you after the game." ”

He hurried through the deserted corridor. The whole school was out, either sitting in the stadium or walking there. Harry looked out the window to gauge how strong the wind was. Hearing a noise ahead, he looked up and saw Silver walking towards him.

"Potter. Silver stopped Harry.

"What's the matter?" Harry felt his self-cultivation improve.

"I have to warn you, lest you give your life in vain, watch out for Malfoy. ”

"What did you say?"

"There's no need for me to repeat it. Silver let out a short laugh.

Harry was a little confused by Silver's strange reminder, Beware of Malfoy?What is there to be careful about Malfoy, in front of the whole school, does Malfoy dare to use a curse to kill him?(To be continued......