Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 330 The Must-Eat List in Britain

At this moment, Ron was unaware that he had been targeted by his two unscrupulous brothers; he was currently filled with the joy of having taken Felix Felicis.

Can't beat this goalkeeper? No way! I've taken Felix Felicis, how could I not beat a little goalkeeper?

The Quidditch team members gathered together, awaiting the selection process.

There are no vacancies in other positions for the time being; this selection is mainly aimed at the goalkeeper position.

I hope you won't be sad.

Just as Ron was getting ready to try, McClagan suddenly stood behind him.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, turning around in confusion. But when he saw McLagan's tall and strong physique, he involuntarily took a step back.

With such a big guy standing behind him, especially in England, Ron admitted he chickened out.

It's not because of its imposing presence, but because of certain distinctive English characteristics—

“You’re about to lose this position,” McClargan said confidently. “I’m also competing for the goalkeeper position, and you… you simply can’t compete with me, can you?”

"Are you out of your mind?" Ron scratched his face, looking puzzled. "Come on, with your size, you're not a hitter but competing with me for goalie? Do you expect to stop the Quaffle with your body?"

"Physical strength is an essential element for a goalkeeper," McLagan said confidently.

“No, I think goalkeepers should be agile,” Ron denied.

Before Ron could continue, McCragan suddenly noticed Hermione standing to the side.

“Oh, by the way, is that your friend?” he said, pointing to Hermione. “Could you introduce her to me? I’m quite interested in her—I know you two get along well, so could we meet her too? You know what I mean?”

After saying that, he reached out and patted Ron's drum, then walked away with a smug smile.

Ron immediately gave a constipated look.

No?

you?
It's one thing for you to steal my spot, and I can understand if you want to be the goalkeeper, but now you're trying to steal my friend too?

Very well, you've found a way to die!

However, Hermione didn't see it that way at all.

From her perspective, she couldn't hear any conversation; all she could see was McLagan pat Ron's butt and leave with a wicked grin.

Hermione, sitting in the stands, lowered her binoculars with trembling hands.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Luna leaned closer and asked with concern. "I feel like you've seen something incredible..."

“No, I suspect I’m seeing things,” Hermione said, sounding somewhat doubtful.

She had considered a million possibilities, even the idea of ​​a Gryffindor girl seducing Ron, but she never imagined that a man would...

Oh shit...

Oh my god...

What a great list of must-eat foods in the UK!

Luna glanced at Hermione, racking her brains for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Hermione was thinking about.

She shook the lion doll and sat quietly and obediently next to Hermione.

Just then, Angelina walked in with Fred and George.

“Alright, let’s get straight to the point,” Angelina said swiftly. “The selections begin now—I see, the only contenders for Quidditch goalkeeper are McClargan and Weasley—oh, Ronald Weasley, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” McClagan said with a smile, glancing up at Hermione’s location and tossing his wire-like hair.

However, Hermione saw this action as a blatant provocation.

If you have to say something, you might as well stick your fist out.

How could there be such an annoying person in this world! Hermione thought viciously.

The selection process officially began, with Cormac McClargan and Ron playing as the two goalkeepers on opposite sides of the team. The team would see who conceded the fewest goals, and the best would be selected.

The players are still the same few, but their attacking style is more casual; they can go for goals from Cormac McClargan or Ron.

Harry, as the Seeker, did not participate in the game; instead, he sat in the stands next to Hermione.

"Hermione?" He turned his head, noticing Hermione's gritted teeth, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Did Ron make you angry again?"

"No!" Hermione's eyes practically spit fire. "You did the right thing, Harry! Ron should have been given some Felix Felicis so he could teach that arrogant Mike... Mike what was it again?"

“McLagan, his name is Cormac.” Harry was a little confused. “What’s wrong? Did that guy offend you?”

“That guy…” Hermione’s chest heaved violently, “That guy actually touched Ron’s butt and gave me a smug look! Good heavens, how dare he! How dare he!”

"Huh?" Harry didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

No? What happened?
Has Ron's charm reached the point of seducing men?

No, pigeons?
He rubbed his ears to make sure he hadn't misheard: "No, what did you just say? That McCragan was touching Ron's ass?"

“I saw it with my own eyes!” Hermione said angrily. “He even taunted me! This guy is absolutely unreasonable!”

Harry was a little confused. He frowned and said, "Then why is McLagan competing with Ron for the goalkeeper position? I don't quite understand..."

“That’s easy to understand!” Anne suddenly said from the side. “It’s probably because this McClagan has fallen for Ron and wants to win Ron’s heart this way…”

Harry's face turned pale.

No, that's fucking disgusting.

The mere thought of such distorted things made Harry want to throw a few Avada Kedavra to vent his emotions.

Is this something a normal person should have?

"Alright, Annie," he said, his face pale. "Stop talking, stop talking... I feel nauseous..."

Annie shrugged, said nothing more, and lowered her head to watch the game.

"Thank goodness you gave him Felix Felicis, otherwise..."

After watching McLaggen make three consecutive fancy saves to deny certain goals, Hermione said with lingering fear, "Otherwise, Ron would have been in danger, and McLaggen would have really succeeded."

"Hmm?" Harry turned his head, took the intact bottle out of his pocket, and handed it to Hermione for a glance.

“You…” Hermione looked at Harry in astonishment.

“He just thought he had drunk Felix Felicis,” Harry said with a smile. “Ron is actually quite strong, of course… he just lacks a little confidence, and this stuff can help him build confidence, even if he doesn’t drink it.”

"But……"

Hermione looked anxiously at the arena, and she suddenly began to doubt whether Ron could defeat McLagan without the help of Felix Felicis.

Of course, her worries didn't last long, because George had already chuckled and hit the stray ball at Fred. Fred's expression was ferocious and arrogant, with a hint of desperate effort, as he swung his club with great force, striking Ron hard. Ron had already noticed his two brothers' movements, and he quickly hid behind a broom, dodging the stray ball.

“Fred! George!” he roared angrily, “Are you trying to murder me?!”

"My dear Ronnie, this is part of the competition. If you don't like it, don't participate!" the twins said with a grin.

“Then you shouldn’t only hit me!” Ron protested. “That’s not fair! Captain Johnson, I’m reporting them both!”

Angelina flew over at that moment, looking at the two clowns with a serious expression.

"You two are not allowed to bully Ron like this!" she warned. "This is a selection competition. You should treat every contestant equally, understand?"

Look at what they're saying! Anyone who didn't know better would think they were taking care of Ron—of course, Angelina knew that they were prepared to use every trick in the book and all their skills on Ron…

But it's really unfair because this is a selection process, not a competition.

“Alright, Fred,” George reassured him, “Don’t worry, at least we can take on two people at once, can’t we?”

After saying that, the ball flew back with a soft "ee-ee-yah" sound.

"Go!" George swung his bat and hit the runner toward McLagan.

As a result, McClagan dodged the ball's attack with a very flashy move.

"It seems he's quite capable," Harry nodded in affirmation.

Just then, Ron also received an attack from the captain, who led two chasers.

However, it's hard to say whether Ron was lucky or unlucky. He could indeed save the ball, but his saving posture... wasn't very graceful.

After three consecutive saves, Angelina led the chasers to McLagan's side.

Hermione quickly reached out and put her hand to her lips.

McClargan, who was tightly marking the ball, suddenly seemed confused. By the time he came to his senses, the ball had already gone into the round basket.

Immediately afterwards, a whooshing sound rang out.

With a loud bang, the ball hit McLagan.

The guy rolled his eyes and fell headfirst down.

Fortunately, the twins sensed the danger and quickly stepped in to save the day, preventing McLagan from falling to the ground.

"What's going on!" Angelina flew over, slammed down the broom, and asked unhappily, "Why didn't you two control your strength?"

“We used Slytherin’s power,” George shrugged. “Besides, we didn’t expect him to be able to dodge such a straight and obvious ball.”

Angelina sighed.

“Fine,” she said. “Since Cormac McClargan lost the ball and was hit by a running ball, it means he’s not as good as Ronald Weasley at the goalkeeper job… I hereby declare Ronald Weasley to be the goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!”

From the stands, Harry glanced back at Hermione.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, pretending nothing was wrong.

“Nice silent spell,” Harry said with a smile. “A confusion spell, isn’t it?”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione looked up at the sky, as if she hadn't just cast a spell on someone.

Luna stood to the side, smiling, with an expression that suggested she was keeping her accomplishments hidden.

At this moment, Ron also ran up, his face beaming with joy.

"Harry! Harry!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I'm a full-fledged goalkeeper now! I've been promoted!"

“Congratulations, Ron,” Harry said sincerely.

"Hey, Weasley!" Draco taunted from a short distance away. "You're certainly a competent goalkeeper. I think every part of your body could guard the goal—especially your head. That one shot that blocked the Quake was really cool."

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Ron retorted.

“That McLagan…” Harry asked tentatively, gesturing with his hands, “What’s going on between you two?”

"What? What's going on?" Ron asked, somewhat bewildered.

“Oh,” Luna chimed in from the side, “Hermione just said that McClugan touched your butt, is that true?”

Ron was stunned.

Then, his face turned bright red, and even his freckles turned red.

“No, what are you talking about!” Ron roared, clenching his fists. “He’s taunting me! He wants me to give up my Quidditch goalkeeper position, and he even said I should introduce Hermione to him! That bastard…”

Hearing this, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

“Really?” Harry asked.

“Of course it’s true!” Ron said, still a little angry. “How could I possibly introduce Hermione to him? That bastard doesn’t seem to have any good intentions—and Hermione, you absolutely have to stay away from this guy!”

“Yes,” Hermione nodded. She would have done it even if Ron hadn’t said so.

This McLagan is really annoying.

“That,” Anne suddenly asked, “that McClagon, is he really… not what Hermione thinks?”

"How could this be!" Ron roared as if his tail had been stepped on. "This is absolutely impossible! It's exactly as I just said!"

Harry reached out and subtly squeezed Anne's hand, signaling her to stop talking.

What if we keep asking and find out something?

"Ron."

Seamus, Neville, and Dean walked over, their faces beaming with joy.

"Congratulations on becoming the Quidditch goalie!" the three said in unison. "That's it! You didn't let us down! Give that McCraghan's ass a good kick!"

Ron's face suddenly turned purple.

“Alright, we should go celebrate,” Harry interrupted them. “Who’s going to the kitchen to get the house-elves to make something? How about we go to the Gryffindor common room to celebrate Ron becoming the goalkeeper?”

“I’ll go!” Dean said, raising his hand.

“Remember to order a few more butterbeers,” Harry added. “I’m kind of craving them…”

"Don't worry, Harry, it'll be fine." Dean ran off quickly.

"Do you want to come along?" Harry turned to Anne and Luna and asked, "Ron and Hermione are Gryffindor prefects, so you'll have no problem getting in and out of the Gryffindor common room."

“I’m going,” Anne said firmly.

“Okay,” Luna replied in a clear, ethereal voice.

(End of this chapter)