Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 300 Depressed Harry

As the Sorting of the Houses was in full swing at the staff table, from Harry's perspective, a war suddenly broke out around Ryan.

Although Hermione looked perfectly calm, Harry couldn't help but think of Mrs. Weasley. This was how she looked when she was angry - the calm before the storm.

The little witch named Luna didn't feel Hermione's anger at all. She seemed to know nothing and just kept talking to Ryan.

"My sister is also a Ravenclaw!"

"She's Ginny! The Weasley's baby!"

"Our little sister! Ginny! Ravenclaw!" Just as Harry was curious about what they were talking about, the shouts of Ron, Percy, Fred and George suddenly woke Harry up.

Ginny blushed and almost ran towards the Ravenclaw table.

and many more!

This is not right!

Why is there an empty seat next to me!

When did I forget this!
Do not!
Ginny!

do not come!

Harry's heart was in turmoil.

He could only smile and talk to Ron's sister who was sitting next to him, pretending not to know Ginny's improper thoughts about him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ryan suddenly smile at him.

This must be Ryan's work!
He just watched the show in revenge.

Harry thought sadly.

However, Ron, the young and inexperienced man, obviously didn't know what Ginny really wanted - to get closer to Harry.

Ron put his right hand on the table, almost squeezing Harry off the stool.

He seemed not to notice that Ginny's fists were clenching tighter and tighter under the table, and he kept telling Ginny that she was amazing and that she was worthy of being my sister.

Harry suddenly began to doubt, is Ron really Mr. Weasley's child?

Even when Percy saw Ginny blushing and sitting next to Harry, he didn't come over to show his presence like he did when Ron was sorted into Ravenclaw.

He also understood that he should give his sister some private space now.

Fortunately, just when Harry was wondering whether Ginny was about to draw her wand and knock Ron unconscious, Dumbledore stood up again.

Ron's hunger also overcame his affection for his sister.

This made him let Ginny go, his eyes seemed to glow green, and he grabbed his knife and fork, staring eagerly at the golden plate in front of him.

Harry noticed that the bulging vein on Ginny's forehead had also relaxed.

Dumbledore, who was sitting at the staff desk, looked at all the students with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcoming gesture.

"I have only two words for you," he said, his rich voice echoing through the hall. "Eat!"

Then the empty plate suddenly magically filled with food.

A voice like a beast out of a cage suddenly came from Harry's left. It was Ron!
His right hand was as fast as an arrow shot from a bow, and he picked up a large piece of steak at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

He didn't say anything, and didn't even use a knife. He just started biting it with his mouth.

The splashing gravy covered Michael's face as he leaned sideways to look at Ginny.

Everyone around was stunned. Michael, who was shot in the face by Ron, did not move, as if nothing had happened.

"Phew! Harry, I'm finally alive!" Ron interrupted, taking a big bite of mashed potatoes with relish.

The people around him suddenly woke up from their dream.

Ginny dropped her head and buried her face in her elbows.

Michael suddenly noticed the gravy on his face and was wiping it sloppily, while walking around Ron and Harry to see if Ginny had noticed his current state of disgrace.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ginny lower her head.

Neville and the others ate to calm their nerves. "Ginny, eat!" Ron walked around Harry with a fried chicken drumstick in his hand and handed it to Ginny who was still buried in his elbow.

Ron's slightly full stomach brought him back to his senses and made him think of his sister.

"I'm not hungry." Ginny said in a mosquito-like voice.

"Ron, Ginny must be too excited!"

"You eat first." Harry said suddenly.

Only then did Ron devote himself to eating again.

Ginny raised her head slightly and gave Harry a grateful smile.

But Michael thought it was directed at him, he blinked and gave Ginny what he thought was a charming smile.

He had learned this from Lockhart, showing all eight teeth perfectly.

"Ugh!" Ginny felt like vomiting.

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Harry asked concernedly, quickly putting down his half-eaten pie.

"Nothing - well, who's that dark guy?" Ginny frowned. "He smiles a bit like Lockhart - that idiot my mother keeps talking about."

"What's wrong? Him? His name is Michael Corner."

"Your brother and I were roommates."

"I suppose he finds it fascinating?" Harry guessed.

It is indeed possible for Michael to do this. His personality is actually a bit similar to Ron. He always likes to say something unconventional or do something eccentric.

Like when Roger was talking about the history of Quidditch, he talked nonsense to attract other people's attention.

Ginny's fair skin was flushed again - because Harry had been staring at her as he spoke.

This made Ginny wonder if she was too brave.

It was obvious that he hadn't gotten used to talking to Harry directly yet.

Time passed very slowly in this awkward atmosphere, as if a century had passed. The dishes on the golden plates on the table disappeared, and with Ron's satisfied burp, they were filled with desserts in the blink of an eye.

"Chocolate cake! My favorite!"

"Ginny, would you like some?" Ron turned and looked at his sister.

She had her head bowed, drinking pumpkin juice from her tall golden goblet.

After hearing what Ron said, she seemed to choke, "Ahem, no thanks, it's summer, I want some - this ice cream is good."

"Okay, Ginny, drink slowly," Ron said in a kind tone that had never appeared on his face before.

"Ron, what do you think we'll be taught in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"From the book that professor asked us to buy, it seems more like a Muggle Studies class to me."

"Is it possible that we will be involved in this course early in our second year - at the expense of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course?" Harry thought Ron's expression was a little creepy, so he found a topic that Ron should be very interested in.

"Well, that's beyond doubt. He's that guy!"

"Even if I'm worried about Hagrid being afraid of magical creatures, I wouldn't worry about his Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Ron didn't take the bait. He stuffed a pudding into his mouth and muttered.

"You are so right!"

"Those who think Professor Riddle is making money through the back door are just jealous of him!"

"And - Ron! Did I hear you right? You know the story of Professor Riddle!" Lisa Dupin, who was sitting diagonally opposite them, widened her eyes.

Harry didn't know whether to be happy or not.

The creepy look on Ron's face did indeed disappear.

But, following Lisa Dupin's words, almost all the little witches around them turned their heads curiously and looked at them.

(End of this chapter)