In fact, just as Van Lin had thought at first, Harry's super popularity kept the Tryouts going for almost the entire morning. It seems that half of Gryffindor House is out in action, from first-year students (who nervously clutch those tattered brooms in the school) to seventh-year olds (who are a little scary-tall and look very calm).

The latter also included a large, straight-haired boy who Harry recognized at a moment's notice, having seen him on the Hogwarts Express.

"We've seen it on the train, in the old slug's box," he said confidently, stepping out of the crowd and shaking Harry's hand. "Cowmike McLagan, goalkeeper. ”

"You didn't make it to the selection last year, did you?" asked Harry, noting that McLagan's shoulders were wide enough to block all three of the goals without moving.

"I was hospitalized when they auditioned last year," McLagan said arrogantly, "and lost the bet and ate a pound of fox eggs." ”

"All right," Harry said. "Hmm...... You wait over there......"

He pointed to a corner of the court, where Van Lin and Hermione were sitting. He seemed to see a flash of irritation on McLagan's face, and Harry wondered if McLagan thought they were all 'old slugs' favorite students and would get some special treatment.

Harry followed Van Lin's suggestion, starting with the most basic test, and he divided all the people who signed up into groups of ten and had them fly around the pitch.

Obviously, it was a good idea: the first group was a first grade, and it couldn't be more obvious that they had hardly flown before. Only one boy managed to make more stops in the air, and in the end, he crashed into the goalpost in a panic.

The second group consisted of ten of the stupidest girls Harry had ever seen, and after Harry blew the whistle, they just giggled loudly and grabbed each other. The girl named Romilda Wenn was among them.

Harry told them off the pitch, and they happily did, swarming into the stands and laughing at everyone who was left.

The third group crashed into a pile halfway around the court. Most of the people in the fourth group did not bring broomsticks.

The fifth group is all Hufflepuff.

"If there's anyone here who isn't Gryffindor," Harry yelled, he began to get a little annoyed, "Please leave immediately!" After a moment of silence, several Ravenclaw students sped out of the court, snorting and laughing.

After two hours of complaining and a few tantrums – one of which broke a Comet 20 and smashed a few teeth – Harry finally found three chasers: Katie Bell returned to the team after a spectacular test, newcomer Demelza Robbins did exceptionally well at dodging Bludgers, and Ginny Weasley, who excelled throughout the selection process and scored seven goals.

Although Harry was happy with his choice, he shouted at the countless protesters until his voice was hoarse, and now he had to have a similar brawl with the eliminated batsmen.

"That's my final decision, if any of you don't make way for the goalkeeper's selection, I'll cast a spell on him!" Harry roared. None of the batters he drafted were as talented as veterans Fred and George, but he was satisfied: Jimmy Pixar, a short, broad-shouldered third-grader who struck Harry's head with a Bludger, bulging an egg-sized bag on his head, and Rich Coot, who looked skinny but good at aiming. They are now joined by Katie, Demelza and Ginny, sitting in the stands to watch the last member of the team be selected.

Harry deliberately put the selection of the goalkeeper at the end, hoping that the people on the pitch would be a little less pressed.

Unfortunately, however, now all the losers and some who had just finished breakfast joined the crowd, so that there were even more spectators, and every goalkeeper burst into loud laughter as they flew towards the goal.

Harry glanced at Ron, who was prone to nervousness, who had thought that winning the last game last semester had cured Ron's problem, but apparently not: Ron's face was green.

None of the top five players could save more than two balls, and to Harry's disappointment, Comike McLagan saved four of the five free throws. However, he saved the last ball in the wrong direction, and the crowd erupted in laughter and boos, and McLagan gritted his teeth back to the canvas.

Ron was on the verge of passing out when he rode across the Seven Stars.

"Good luck!" shouted a voice from the crowd in the stands. Harry looked around, hoping it was Van Lin and Hermione, but to his surprise, Harry saw Lavender Brown.

Could it be that what Fan Lin said is true?

Of the four of them, he will soon be the only one left......

Harry banished the terrible thoughts out of his head, but in fact, it didn't work, and Ron was nervous but explosive......

Harry wanted to keep his face in his hands like Lavender, but as a captain, he should have been a little tougher, so he turned his head to look at Ron's experiment.

To Harry's surprise, though, it didn't seem like he needed to worry at all: Ron saved a ball, two, three, four, five in a row!

Harry was delighted, and he struggled to restrain himself from joining the cheering crowd. Harry tried to turn around and tell McLagan that unfortunately Ron had defeated him, only to find McLagan's flushed face just inches away from him, and Harry took a few steps back.

"His sister didn't hit the ball seriously at all. McLagan said viciously, the veins in his temples bulging, as Harry often saw on Uncle Vernon's face. 'The balls she gave him were easy to save. ”

"Nonsense," Harry said coldly.

"He almost didn't get it. McLagan took another step closer, and this time Harry didn't back down. "Let me try again. ”

"No," Harry said. "You've already tried it once. You rescued four. And Ron rescued five. Ron is the goalkeeper and he has earned that position above board. Get out of the way. He thought McLagan was going to punch him at one point, but he just twisted his face into an ugly look and walked away with a roar that sounded like he was angry with the air. Harry turned, and his new recruits were looking at him slightly.

"Well done. He said in a hoarse voice. "You're really flying pretty well—"

"You've done a great job, Ron!"

Van Lin and Hermione also walked over at this time, and although Van Lin's expression was a little strange, in fact, Harry was also basking in the joy of being able to get Ron back into the team.

Ron looked extremely pleased with himself, grinning at everyone, seemingly taller than usual. After agreeing for the first team session next Thursday, Harry, Ron, and Verlin and Hermione said goodbye to the rest of the team and headed for Hagrid's cabin.

The light rain finally stopped, and the wet sun struggled to squeeze out from behind the clouds. Harry was hungry, and he wanted Hagrid to have something to eat.

"I think I almost missed the fourth ball," Ron said happily, "Demelza's ball is cunning, do you see, add a little spin—"

"yes, yes...... Well, it's bangbang!"

"But that sounds weird......" Ron was a little confused......

"Well, maybe it's my accent problem......"

"Oh, congratulations, Ron. Hermione said with a smile, and pushed Van Lin to the back.

"I'm still better than that McLagan anyway," Ron said with great satisfaction. "Do you see him clumsily moving in the wrong direction when he pounces on the fifth ball? It's like he's under a confusion spell......"

"Uh...... Yes, yes......" Van Lin shook his head and pulled Hermione away.

......

"That kid is so arrogant!" Hermione said dissatisfied.

"You don't like it? Oh, that's good......"

Then Van Lin pointed casually......

"That's fine. ”

......

In front of Hagrid's hut was a tall, gray Hippogriff, and Buckbeak saw the four of them coming, smacked its sharp beak, and turned its massive head around.

"Oh my God," Hermione said nervously. "It's still a little scary, isn't it?"

"Come on, you've ridden it, haven't you?" said Ron. Harry stepped forward and bowed to the Hippogriff, staring at it without blinking. A few seconds later, Buckbeak bowed as well.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked in a low voice, stroking its feathered head.

"Whew!" Buckbeak cried loudly, the Hippogriff was still friendly to his human friends, and it reminded Hagrid.

Hagrid strode around the corner of the hut, dressed in a huge floral apron and carrying a bag of potatoes in his hand. His hound, Toothtooth, followed, and Toothtooth barked and jumped forward.

"Stay away from it! It will bite your fingers off—oh. It's a few of you. ”

Toothtooth jumped between Hermione and Van Lin, trying to lick their ears.

Hagrid glanced at them, then turned and strode into the cabin, slamming the door shut.

"Oh my God!" Hermione looked shocked.

"Don't worry," Van Lin said helplessly, obviously, Hagrid was a little grumpy, and he didn't really want to see a few of them.

Van Lin walked over and knocked loudly on the door. "Hagrid, open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There was no sound inside.

"If you don't open the door, we'll blow it up!" Van Lin drew his wand.

"Van Lin, what are you doing!" Hermione sounded shocked. "You can't-"

"Of course I can!" said Van Lin. "It's not the first time, and, if some people are continuing, I don't think it's the last time, now, stand back—"

But before Van Lin could pronounce the incantation, the door opened again.

Hagrid stood there glaring at everyone, looking absolutely frightening despite wearing a floral apron.

"I'm a teacher!" he yelled at Harry. "A teacher, Al, how dare you threaten to blow up my ......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hagrid," Van Lin tucked his wand into his robe, deliberately pronouncing the last word heavily. Hagrid looked shocked.

"When did you start calling me 'sir'?"

"When did you start calling me 'Al'? Or do you think you can just keep hiding, Hagrid?"

"Oh, clever," Hagrid muttered gruffly. "Very interesting. I've been deceived by you, right? Well, come in, you ungrateful little ......."

He muttered vaguely, taking a step back to let them in. Hermione walked in after Van Lin, looking terrified.

"So?" said Hagrid angrily, as Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione sat down around his huge wooden table, and immediately put his head on Harry's lap, drooling all over his robes.

"What is this? Sorry to me? Thought I was lonely or something?"

"No," Harry said immediately. "We want to come and see you. ”

"We miss you so much!" Hermione said with a shudder.

"Miss me, huh?" Hagrid snorted. "yes. All right. He walked up and down the room with heavy steps, making tea in his huge copper teapot, and muttering incessantly. Finally, he threw four bucket-sized cups and a plate of rock skin cakes brewing brown-red tea in front of them.

Harry was hungry enough to endure Hagrid's cooking, and he picked up a piece at once.

"Hagrid," said Hermione, timidly, as Hagrid sat down at the table with them, and skinned the potatoes very savagely, as if each potato had a grudge against him. "You see, we really want to continue our lesson on protecting magical creatures. ”

Hagrid snorted heavily.

Van Lin felt even more fortunate that it was only potatoes, and secretly congratulated himself that they didn't stay for dinner, Hagrid's cooking skills...... You can't expect a giant's taste buds to be as moderate as a normal person.

"We really want to!" Hermione said. "But none of us can fit it into our schedule!"

"yes. All right. Hagrid said again.

Suddenly there was a strange crunch, and they all looked around: Hermione screamed, and Ron jumped up from his chair and hurried around the table to avoid a large bucket in the corner, which they had just noticed.

It was full of buckets of what looked like a foot-long maggot, slimy, white, tumbling and writhing inside.

"What are those, Hagrid?" Harry tried to make his question sound more interested than disgusting, but he put the crust cake down anyway.

"It's a giant maggot," Hagrid said.

"How ...... they're going to be?" Ron looked worried, as if the experience of the whelk had been yesterday......

"Nothing will grow," Hagrid said. "I'm going to use them to feed Aragog. ”

Without warning, he burst into tears. "Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed, walking around the table (to avoid the bucket of maggots) and gently patting Hagrid's trembling shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes...... It ......" Hagrid whimpered, his skirt wiping his face, his eyes as black as beetles filled with tears. "Yes...... Alagog ...... I think it's dying...... It had been sick all summer and I don't think it would get better...... I don't know what to do if it ...... If it ...... We've been together for so long......"

Hermione patted Hagrid on the shoulder, looking completely unsure of what to say. Harry knew how she felt. He remembered that Hagrid had given a teddy bear to his ferocious little dragon, that he had tended to a pack of large scorpions with suckers and stingers, and that he had tried to communicate with his murderous giant brother, but that was perhaps the most incomprehensible of his hobby of raising monsters: the giant talking spider Aragog, who lived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, from whom they had to die four years earlier.

"Is there a ...... Is there anything we can do to help?" Hermione asked, ignoring Van Lin's frantic winks and shaking his head, the big spider, in fact, if it weren't for Hagrid, that guy would be damned for research......

"I don't think so, Hermione," Hagrid said, choking up, struggling to hold back tears. "You see, the rest of the clan ...... Aragog's Family ...... When it gets sick, they're all a little weird...... It's a bit restless......"

"yes, I think we've seen them like that, too," Ron whispered.

“...... I don't think it's safe for anyone to go there at this time except me. Hagrid finished speaking, blew his nose vigorously with his apron, and then looked up. "But thank you for your concern, Hermione...... It's important......"

The atmosphere in the room was much lighter, and although no one showed any interest in meeting a ferocious giant spider and feeding it giant maggots, Hagrid assumed that they would do it, and he regained himself.

"Ah, actually, I knew it would be hard for you to cram me into your timetable anymore," he said gruffly, adding some tea to them. "Even if you apply for a time turner—"

"Actually, we can't use it. "In the Ministry of Magic, the battle took place in the Hall of Time, and you should know that that the battle directly destroyed the two departments......"

"Ah, well," Hagrid said. "You can't do it...... I'm sorry I'm — you know — I'm worried about Aragog...... And I'm thinking, maybe if Professor Grapeland taught you—"

The four of them had a clear conscience and told Hagrid that Professor Graplan, who had given him a few substitute lectures, was terrible, and he looked quite happy when they said goodbye to Hagrid's cottage in the twilight.