"I was wrong, you are not the player I thought you were."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.

Angelina couldn't hide her disappointment, and continued: "Look at what you're doing, trying to use Felicia Potion to win! This is shameless cheating, tarnishing a pure game."

"I don't know how you suddenly came up with this idea, but I don't think even the Slytherins have thought about it the way you have."

Ron blushed when he was told.

"I...Because of me, Gryffindor is at a serious disadvantage. I just hope that Gryffindor can win. Even if it's a bit disgraceful, it's...insignificant..." Ron finally mustered up the courage to make an excuse, and the more he said it, the more buzzing .

Angelina looked at Ron silently, and after a while, said lightly, "Oh, is that so?"

"Then I agree with your idea." Angelina said suddenly.

Suddenly turned around, Ron stared wide-eyed, and said in disbelief: "Really?"

"Yeah." Angelina nodded expressionlessly.

But before Ron cheered, Angelina said lightly: "However...you can't use the Felicia Felix, it should be given to the Chaser, because the best strategy is not to defend, but to attack. You know, I think the best effect can be achieved if you give the Felicia to me and Alia."

"Just give it to me, and Gryffindor will win!"

There is nothing wrong with Angelina's words. In the end, the Quidditch score depends on the goals and blocking results of both sides.

If the Felicity Elixir is used by the goalkeeper, it will only be passive defense and cannot be grasped. But if you switch to the Chaser to attack, you can firmly control the score.

Use the effect of Felicia to control the score difference within a fluctuation range.

In this way, they can always beat Lafenkrow, and can also make Gryffindor score number one through calculation. The most important thing is not to increase the point difference to an unreasonable level, and it will not make people suspect that they are cheating.

After hearing Angelina's words, Ron fell silent for a moment.

He couldn't help but clenched his hand holding the glass bottle even tighter, and silently shrank his hand towards himself, not agreeing to Angelina's suggestion for a long time.

why?

Didn't he say he really wanted Gryffindor to win?

Angelina squinted at Ron, and said in a cold tone: "Look, your point is not to let Gryffindor win, of course I don't deny that you must have this idea in your heart, but for you, the most important thing is to let Gryffindor win." It’s for you to perform, to be the savior, not someone else.”

"You are only for yourself, not for Gryffindor College!" Angelina's words were as sharp as a knife, cutting Ron's fig leaf one by one.

Ron's face turned red and then turned pale. He was ashamed and wanted to kill himself with an Avada Kedavra, and his lips trembled: "I, I..."

Afterwards, Angelina left, leaving him standing alone.

Ron's heart was in a mess, and countless thoughts collided in his mind. Is my real thought really what Angelina said? Am I purely for myself?

"Snapped."

There was a very crisp sound.

Ron shuddered and lowered his head stiffly.

It turned out that he was in a trance just now, and the Felicity Elixir slipped from his hand, hit the stone floor, and fell to pieces.

Looking at the small puddle of potion on the ground, Ron panicked.

Merlin, it cost a thousand Galleons. Ron suddenly became anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

After a long time, Ron finally realized that he was a wizard.

He hastily took out his wand, pointed at the bliss potion on the ground, and chanted the spell vigorously: "Recover as before, recover as before..."

The glass bottle became intact with a brush, and the potion on the ground flickered every time the spell was cast, but it just didn't return to the bottle.

...

Ron gave up helplessly, his magic power was exhausted, and he had already realized that the huge magic power contained in the Felicity Elixir was simply not something his level of magic could compete with.

However, he was too unwilling.

This is worth a thousand Galleons, the most expensive thing he has ever bought in his life, and it was just wasted.

The point is that he also borrowed Ginny five hundred Galleons.

He looked down at the water stains that were getting thinner and thinner, and an outrageous thought came to his mind.

At least, don't waste it all?

At least let yourself experience the effect of the Elixir of Felicity, even for a moment.

Ron turned around with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, this is a very remote corridor, and no one passed by.

So Ron quickly lay down on the ground, and couldn't help turning his head to look behind him.

What's the matter with this weird feeling that there is always someone behind it?

Time waits for no one, if you don't seize the opportunity, maybe someone will come over in a while.

So Ron opened his mouth, wanting to take a sip of the Felicia on the ground.

At this moment, a barbell-like laughter echoed in the aisle, echoing~~

"Giggle, hee hee..."

The voice was erratic, sometimes on Ron's left, sometimes on Ron's right, and then, a pair of floating white feet appeared in front of Ron.

Ron kept his posture unchanged and fell into petrification.

"Huh..." The owner of the leg was puzzled, "What are you doing lying on the ground?"

Ron put his hands on the ground, stood up, patted the dust on the magic robe, his face was calm: "It's nothing, I'm exercising, this is a way of Muggles."

Ron thought to himself: Anyway, I have already lost all my face today, so why should I have any more face.

Myrtle, who was pale and pale, looked puzzled and tilted her head: "You are drinking water, the water on the ground."

Myrtle pointed to the Felix Felicity that was about to evaporate.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Ron said stiffly.

"I see, Weasley wants to drink the dirty water on the ground, woo... yo..." Myrtle suddenly fell into madness, laughing strangely, piercing through the surrounding walls like a leaking ball .

Ron stroked his wand, thinking silently, oh yes, what is the magic that makes ghosts shut up forever?

After thinking for a while, I found that this was beyond the scope of my knowledge, so I had to give up.

"Haha..." Myrtle stopped laughing, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com stopped in front of Ron again, and said sympathetically, "Oh, poor Mr. Weasley, he must be very thirsty, I allow you to drink My toilet is full of water..."

"Oh wait... no, ah..." Myrtle screamed suddenly, "No, you can't drink the water in my toilet, that's what I'm leaving for Harry Potter, our love nest, I only allow Harry to be alone..."

"Ah...Harry, where are you?" Myrtle fell into madness again and drifted away.

The corridor left only a transparent trace of water.

"Crazy, crazy woman, there are so many scenes." Ron embarrassedly wiped off the water stains on the top of his head that were wet by Myrtle, and cursed in a low voice.

But my heart is a little more relaxed. A crazy ghost like Myrtle probably forgets what happened one moment, so that no one will know about her embarrassment.

Afterwards, Ron left this sad place.

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