People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

It was drizzling outside the stadium. Angelina, wearing a Gryffindor jersey and holding a broom in her hand, stood in the middle of the field with her hands on her hips.

In addition to Ron, Ginny also came to participate in the selection this time.

So, Hermione was the only one in the audience who came to watch the fun.

Angelina gave a few instructions and then began the goalkeeper selection.

The first player to play was a dark boy who did a terrible job, and within seconds Katie Bell scored two goals.

Ron nervously clenched the sweep in his hand and mustered up the courage to observe the performance of his competitors.

The third one was pretty good and defended a few shots, but it was still far worse than Angelina's goal.

Ron lowered his eyes and looked at his sneakers that were stained with raindrops.

Afro quietly walked around the outside of the venue, walked up to Ron, and patted his arm encouragingly.

"Hey, relax!"

Ron subconsciously straightened up, his stomach cramping and aching. "What if I perform badly?"

"No, Ron." Afro smiled at him, "I've seen your training, you are more talented than anyone here."

Avro was referring to the fact that Fred and George always liked to play a few games of Quidditch during the holidays, and Ron was the makeshift goalkeeper they often called on.

At this time, the fifth selector dodged a bludger very beautifully, but unfortunately he missed the ball that he should have caught into the goal.

Angelina shook her head in disappointment and shouted towards the empty goal: "Next!"

Ron swallowed unconsciously and rubbed the handle of his broom twice.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Ron, riding on his broom, stared straight ahead. A brown round object in his pupils was getting closer and closer.

Just listen to a "bang" sound.

Ron swung the end of his broom quickly and spun around to catch it.

Aphrodite excitedly shouted to Ron to cheer for him, while Hermione and Harry clapped with big smiles on their faces.

Fred and George were eager to try and wanted to go on stage to make it more difficult for their younger brother, but were stopped by Angelina.

Encouraged by the good start, Ron's performance got better and better, and his body gradually relaxed, allowing him to immerse himself in the game.

In the end, Ron successfully became the new goalkeeper of Gryffindor.

And Ginny became the new Chaser.

The Gryffindor common room was noisy, with Ron smiling broadly and holding a glass of butterbeer in his hand, spilling it everywhere.

"I can't believe I succeeded!" Ron shoved a bottle of wine at Harry, "Where's Afro?"

Fred took a swig of his butterbeer and pulled back the blanket covering an armchair by the fire, revealing Aphrodite dozing beneath it.

"Let her sleep." George covered her with the blanket considerately. "She's too tired these days."

After hearing this, Ron suddenly blushed and looked at a loss as to what to do.

"If you were preparing for twelve exams, you would be this tired too." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, whose face was as red as a strawberry cake.

"Come on Ron! Look at Oliver's old robes!" Angelina shouted to Ron, shaking out a Wood jersey.

They planned to remove Wood's name and replace it with Ron's if it was appropriate.

Ron and Belle went aside to try on clothes. Angelina hesitated for a long time and strode up to Harry.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Angelina said abruptly. "I was a little rude to you earlier. You know the pressure of being the boss is too great -"

Harry suddenly interrupted her, "It was indeed because of me that you almost missed the selection..."

Angelina smiled, her eyes just falling on Ron, and she frowned slightly.

"I know Ron is your best friend, but he's not the ideal one. I hope you and Afro can help Ron as much as possible, okay?"

Harry nodded, and after Angelina left, he went over to sit next to Afro, and just as Harry put down his schoolbag, the girl suddenly woke up.

"Oh, Harry, it's you." Afro yawned sleepily and continued to lean back in his chair.

"Aphrodite, I was in Umbridge's office yesterday..."

Harry felt like if he didn't talk to someone, he would explode!

"So you're saying that Umbridge meant to leave something on your hand, but somehow it ended up on the back of Flint's hand?"

Afro tried hard to hold back her laughter and spoke in a thoughtful tone.

Harry watched her reaction intently, but he actually had some vague guesses in his mind.

Perhaps all this has a mysterious relationship with the girl in front of me.