When we were having dinner the next morning, we could see through the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium that the sky was clear, blue, and cloudless. This was good news, because compared to Slytherin, he was lighter but also more flexible.
The Gryffindor Quidditch players find it easier to use their strengths in such weather.
The atmosphere in the auditorium is as good as the weather outside. Beside the Gryffindor long table and the Slytherin long table, players who have already put on their Quidditch uniforms in advance but have not yet equipped with protective gear are enjoying themselves.
Eat your own breakfast to replenish your energy for the upcoming competition.
Of course, enjoying breakfast only refers to the state of most people. For example, after Ryan sat down at an empty seat, he found Ron sitting there with a pale face, his eyes dull, and the knife and fork unconsciously scratched back and forth in the middle of the plate.
.And Harry took a glass of milk from a jug on the table and placed it next to Ron.
"What's wrong with Ron?" Ryan walked up to Harry and asked. "I heard from other people in the courtyard that he was fine during training."
"It's like this most of the time." Harry nodded helplessly. "But the last training last night was quite bad. I caught at most 1/3 of the balls I should have caught. He also told me that he was quitting the team.
.In short, he is the kind of person who can save any ball when he is in good condition, but nothing when he is in bad condition."
After hearing this, Ryan glanced at Ron with some worry, who almost poured milk into his nose. "Well, I think his condition today is not just bad, but very bad."
Harry's expression suddenly fell, "Is there any way you can help him? Anyway, I have no other way. I have been trying to guide him since I got up, but it has no effect."
"Harry, whether it's potions or spells, I have a way to make Ron feel better." Looking at the hope in Harry's eyes, Ryan continued. "But these are all used by the Quidditch game.
Methods prohibited by the rules, however"
"But what?" Harry asked eagerly. This was his first game after becoming the captain of the Gryffindor team. He must not lose. Especially since he had previously recommended Ron to be the goalkeeper. If this game fails,
He would definitely bear the responsibility of bringing down a team through nepotism, so what Ryan said was like a life-saving straw to him, and he subconsciously wanted to grab it.
"There is a Muggle method here that I think you can try." Ryan touched his chin and said. "Let me state in advance that I cannot guarantee that my method will be completely effective. I can only guarantee that even if it is useless, the situation will not be worse than it is now.
Oops."
"That's good, that's good." A smile appeared on Harry's face. "Do you need any help?"
"No need." After Ryan finished speaking, he walked to the earth-colored Ron who was drinking milk across the long table and said. "Ron, I see you are a little nervous. But I have a way to make you less nervous. Do you want to try it?
try?"
"It's useless. I will definitely lose today. This game will definitely be my last game." Ron said with a frustrated look, but was quickly interrupted by Ryan. "How can you know I'm not good if you don't try?
?Don’t forget, I am an alchemist.”
"But the use of potions or magic in the game is illegal." Hermione appeared next to Ryan at this time. "You don't want to violate the rules, do you? If you do this, even if you win, you will have no soul.
"
"Of course not." Ryan turned his head and explained to Hermione. He regretted taking Hermione to the world of "Twilight" a while ago. After two months of surfing the Internet, Hermione now knew all the tricks.
It's more than anything a normal person in the mid-1990s would know. "The method I use doesn't require any magic at all," Ryan said confidently.
After saying that, he took out a gold pocket watch from his arms and said to Ron: "Relax now and stare at my watch. This is a time-honored Muggle technique, and I guarantee that it can solve the problem you are facing now."
"Hypnosis?" Hermione suddenly realized, and the few muck wizards who noticed this also showed understanding expressions.
"What are you going to do?" Ron asked a little uneasily, feeling even more confused when he saw several classmates around him starting to nod and smile after seeing what Ryan was doing.
"This is a treatment plan used by people who do not know magic. It is very effective for people who are overly nervous." Colin Creevey added at this time. "I have seen people who are overly nervous or overly nervous treated through hypnosis in the hospital.
It’s a sequelae of the battlefield, and I heard it works well.”
"That's good." After finishing speaking, Ron looked at the gold watch, and Ryan muttered in a soft tone according to a certain rhythm. "You can, relax, you will definitely be able to stop the ball."
Ten minutes later, Ron's eyes widened and he fell into a state of half-asleep. At this time, Ryan put away his pocket watch and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. Ron immediately woke up with a jolt.
"I feel different from just now." Ron woke up and touched his chest, then raised his voice and said to the people around him. "I think I can definitely do it in this competition."
"Cheer up! Ron!" Lavender shouted from the side, "I know you must be great!"
"Thank you!" The blood slowly returned to Ron's face. He waved to Lavender, then turned his head and said to Ryan with a smile on his face: "Thanks, buddy, I feel like I'm in great shape now.
.”
"It looks like your hypnosis was very effective just now!" Hermione said to Ryan sitting in the stands beside the stadium. The game had already been going on for more than ten minutes. Ron easily saved one after another on the field.
The ball was easily grasped. He also had a smile on his face. He even pretended to be directing them from above when everyone was singing to cheer him up. Even though Zacharias had said something full of prejudice before.
Even looking at him failed to affect his condition.
"Weasley saved the ball again. Yes, people always have good luck sometimes..." Zacharis spoke nonsense into the microphone. Ryan frowned. He felt that a commentator cannot be so biased.
.Not to mention it’s basically a personal attack now.
Finally, ten minutes later, Harper first spotted the golden snitch shining dazzlingly against the clear blue sky. When Harper was about to catch the golden snitch, Harry's hand was still a few feet away from the golden snitch.
Fortunately, Harry suddenly asked Harper a question about Malfoy that surprised him, causing him to lose his grip on the Snitch and the ball slipped from his fingers.
Harry took this opportunity to rush towards the flapping ball and catch it. Then he turned around and rushed towards the ground quickly, holding the Snitch high in his hand.
"Today's game was really good." Ginny Lane said with a smile as she watched her squeeze through the middle of the field to be surrounded by the Gryffindor team members, and rushed forward to hug Harry and kiss him passionately. This war is destined to require
For a long time, a positive attitude is the best weapon to fight against Voldemort's black terror.
When the Gryffindor Quidditch team came out of the locker room and walked towards the castle after changing clothes, many people shouted and congratulated them. This was not only to celebrate their victory in the game, but also because the recent news was getting more and more
Depressed, everyone wants to take this excuse to relax.