Chapter 1089 (1/2)
In fact, as Fanling had thought at the beginning, Harry's popularity kept the selection process going for almost the whole morning. Half of Gryffindor seemed to be on the move, from freshmen (who nervously clung to the school's ragged brooms) to the seventh graders (who were too big and looked very calm).
The latter included a large, stiff haired boy, whom Harry recognized at a glance and had met on the Hogwarts Express.
”We met on the train, in the old slug box,” he said confidently, coming out of the crowd and shaking Harry's hand. ”Cormac mcclargan, goalkeeper.”
”You didn't audition last year, did you?” Harry asked, noting that McClaren's shoulders were wide enough to block all three goals without moving.
”I was in the hospital when they selected last year,” mclargen said bluntly. ”I lost the bet and ate a pound of fox eggs.”
”All right,” said Harry. ”Well You wait over there... ”
He pointed to the corner of the court, where van Lin and Hermione were sitting. He seemed to see a flash of anger on mcclargen's face, and Harry wondered if mcclargen thought they were all ”old slugs” and would get some special treatment.
Harry followed van Lim's advice, starting with the most basic test, he divided all the applicants into groups of ten and asked them to fly around the court.
Obviously, it's a good idea: the first group was in grade one, and it's obvious that they've hardly ever flown before. Only one boy managed to make more stops in the air, and finally he hit the doorpost in panic.
The second group consisted of ten of the stupidest girls Harry had ever seen. After Harry whistled, they just giggled and clung to each other. The girl named Romilda vine was among them.
Harry told them to leave the court, and they did it with great pleasure. They all sat in the stands and laughed at everyone else.
The third group got into a pile when they were halfway around the court. Most of the people in the fourth group didn't bring broomsticks.
All the people in the fifth group are hutchpach's.
”If there's anyone here who's not Gryffindor,” Harry yelled, and he's starting to get a little angry. ”Please leave now!” After a moment of silence, a few Ravenclaw's grade students ran out of the court, wheezing and laughing.
After two hours of complaining and a few tantrums - one of which broke a comet 20 and smashed several teeth - Harry finally found three pursuers: Katie bell, who returned to the team after a fantastic test, new player demerza robins was particularly good at dodging the swim ball, and Ginny Weasley She was outstanding throughout the selection process and scored seven goals.
Although Harry was happy with his choice, he yelled hoarse at countless protestors, and now he has to have another similar fight with the eliminated batsmen.
”That's my final decision. If any of you don't make way for the selection of the goalkeeper, I'll curse him!” Harry roared. None of the hitters he picked had the talent of veteran players Fred and George, but he was quite satisfied: Jimmy Pixar, a small but broad shouldered third grader, hit Harry's Bludger fiercely in the back of his head, causing an egg sized bag to pop up on Harry's head, and Ricky coulter, skinny but good at it Aim at. They are now joining Katie, demerza and Ginny, sitting in the stands watching the selection of the team's last member.
Harry deliberately put the selection of the goalkeeper at the end of the game. He hoped that the players on the field would leave a little bit and their pressure would be reduced.
Unfortunately, all the losers and some of the people who have just finished breakfast are joining the crowd, so there are more people watching, and every goalkeeper who flies to the goal also bursts into loud laughter.
Harry glanced at Ron, who was easily nervous; Harry thought that winning the last match last semester had cured Ron's problem, but apparently not: Ron's face was green.
None of the first five players was able to save more than two balls. To Harry's great disappointment, Cormac McClaren saved four of the five free throws. But when he saved the last ball, he was completely in the wrong direction; there was a burst of laughter and boos from the crowd, and mcclargan gritted his teeth back to the ground.
Ron seemed to faint as he mounted the sweeping seven stars.
”Good luck to you!” Exclaimed a voice from the crowd in the stands. Harry looked around, hoping it was Fanlin and Hermione, but surprisingly, Harry saw Raven brown.
Is it true what Van Lin said?
Of the four of them, he will soon be the only one
Harry drives the terrible thoughts out of his head, but in fact, it's useless. Ron is nervous but exploding
Harry wanted to hide his face in his hand like ravend, but as a captain, he should be a little tough, so he turned to see Ron's experiment.But to Harry's surprise, it seemed he didn't have to worry: Ron saved a ball, two, three, four, five in a row!
Harry was happy. He struggled to keep himself out of the cheering crowd. Harry wanted to turn around and tell mcclargen that Ron had beaten him, only to find mcclargen's red face a few inches away, and Harry stepped back.
”His sister didn't hit the ball seriously at all.” Mcclargen said viciously that the blood vessels in his temples had swelled, as Harry often saw in Uncle Vernon's face. ”The balls she gave him were easy to save.”
”Nonsense,” said Harry coldly.
”He almost didn't get it.” Mcclargen took another step closer, and this time Harry didn't step back. ”Let me try again.”
”No,” said Harry. ”You've tried it once. You saved four. And Ron saved five. Ron is the goalkeeper, and he won the position fairly. Get out of the way. ” At one point he thought mcclargen would hit him with his fist, but he just twisted his face into an ugly look and roared away, sounding like he was angry with the air. Harry turned around and his new players were looking at him slightly.
”Well done.” He said in a hoarse voice. ”You're really flying well -”
”you're doing great, Ron!”
Van Lin and Hermione also came. Although van Lin's expression was a little strange, in fact, Harry was also immersed in the joy of being able to bring Ron back into the team.
Ron seemed so pleased with himself that he grinned at everyone, seemingly taller than usual. On Thursday, they agreed to leave for the first time with Harry and Van Gogh, and then went to the next good-bye session with Harry and herculen.
The light rain finally stopped, and the wet sun squeezed out from behind the clouds. Harry was hungry; he hoped Hagrid had something to eat.
”I thought I almost missed the fourth ball,” Ron said happily. ”Demerza's ball was very cunning. Did you see that with a little bit of spin -”
”yes, yes Well, it's Bangbang! ”
” but it sounds strange... ” Ron is a little confused
”Well, maybe it's my accent...”
”Well, Congratulations, Ron.” Hermione said with a smile and pushed van Lin back.
”I'm better than that mcclargan anyway,” Ron said with great satisfaction. ”Did you see him clumsily move in the wrong direction for the fifth? It's as if you've been under the confusion curse... ”
”Er Yes, yes... ” Van Lin shook his head and pulled Hermione away.
……
”That boy is too arrogant!” Hermione said discontentedly.
”You don't like it? Oh, that's good... ”
And then van Lin pointed
”That's all right.”
……
In front of Hagrid's hut was a tall grey hippopotamus winged animal, and Buckbeak saw the four of them coming, smacked its sharp beak, and turned the huge head around.