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Fred looked in the direction George was pointing and saw Colin standing in Ravenclaw, intently operating a camera-like machine.

“Yes, it’s him!” Fred exclaimed in surprise. “I remember he was a fan of Harry, so why is he working for Ravenclaw? Has he betrayed us?”

Just then, Harry walked over and overheard George and Fred's conversation.

He explained with a smile, "Don't overthink it, Colin didn't betray us. I heard from Hermione a few days ago that Levin couldn't find enough young wizards with photography talent at the school, so he asked Hermione to help invite Colin to help with the filming. Colin is a photography fanatic after all, and as soon as he heard that he would have the opportunity to operate the latest model of the Arcane Eye, he immediately agreed."

As captain of the Gryffindor team, Angelina's initial purpose in coming to Ravenclaw was simply to secretly observe the strength of her opponents. However, when she saw the Arcane Eyes hovering in the air, a sense of powerlessness welled up within her.

Although she didn't immediately understand why the selection required the use of the Arcane Eye, it didn't stop her from being amazed by the Ravenclaw team's material conditions.

The most expensive expense in a Quidditch team's budget is often the flying broomstick.

Angelina was well aware that the high-performance flying brooms used in competitions were expensive.

However, these secret eyes in front of us are clearly not cheap goods.

Whether this secret weapon came from the team's budget or from coach Levine's investment, it shows that Ravenclaw is so rich that they have extra money to buy these things.

"Is Ravenclaw trying to crush them with money?"

Angelina couldn't help but wonder.

She remembered that the last team to use this "money-is-no-object" tactic was Slytherin, and they did indeed achieve great success, dominating the Quidditch Cup for several years in a row.

Slytherin's glory days came to an end when they were defeated by Ravenclaw.

Now, Ravenclaw seems to have returned to their old "money-driven tactics," coupled with their existing strength advantage... This year's opponents are indeed terrifyingly strong.

After becoming captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina truly experienced what it meant to be under immense pressure.

This heavy burden came from all directions, making it hard for her to breathe.

Of all this pressure, the greatest undoubtedly comes from their academic advisor, Professor McGonagall.

On the first day of school, Professor McGonagall called her to her office for a serious and in-depth conversation.

Although the professor didn't say it explicitly, every word and phrase hinted at the same goal—to win the championship.

“Angelina, you’re great. I’ve always had high hopes for you.” She still remembered Professor McGonagall’s expectant look at her. “The year before last, our team had the best chance of winning the championship, but unfortunately we fell short in the end. This year, you and the twins will be competing for Gryffindor for the last time. I hope you can make the most of it without any regrets.”

No regrets... What does it mean to have no regrets? Of course, it means to lift the trophy.

Angelina still remembers the match two years ago, Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor, with a final score of 330-40. She remembers seeing the old captain, Wood, slumped in his chair, sobbing uncontrollably, a scene she will never forget.

At that moment, she thought that if she became the team captain, she would definitely win everything. Now that the trophy was right in front of her, she had to consider that this was her only chance in her life.

She believed that Wood deserved much of the credit for Gryffindor's former glory. Reclaiming Gryffindor's former glory was Angelina's duty!

In order to win the championship this time, Angelina decided to learn from Wood.

She wrote a long letter to Wood, describing in detail the team's current situation and her own confusion, hoping to get his guidance and advice.

Wood became a professional athlete after graduation. Even though he was just a benchwarmer, he was still a professional player, wasn't he?

Wood's reply arrived quickly, and his advice was simple and direct—hellish training, relentless exploitation!

He suggested that Angelina get up at five o'clock every morning to organize the team for a five-kilometer cross-country flight training course with a 50-kilogram load. She also suggested waking the team up in the middle of the night for willpower-strengthening training.

Angelina burned Wood's reply on the spot.

After all that, Wood's suggestion was still the same old intensive training approach, but even more extreme.

If they really train like this for less than five weeks... the team will probably be ruined even if it doesn't disband.

With such a powerful enemy, and the old captain unable to offer any help, Angelina felt somewhat lost.

Hermione also came to watch the selection, but she wasn't particularly interested, so she sat with Luna in the VIP seats near Coach Levin's bench.

When something like this happens, Gabrielle and Astoria naturally want to join in the fun.

The four of them sat there leisurely, eating snacks together, watching "Singing the Quibbles" together, and discussing urban legends.

In fact, after taking the elixir, Hermione's flying ability has been greatly improved, far exceeding the standard for participating in Quidditch matches. If she were to play, she would definitely become an excellent player.

However, she never even considered stepping onto the court.

In her first year, she didn't excel in flight class like she did in other subjects, which directly led to her developing an aversion to the course.

Although Levin's feelings were later lifted during her summer training, she still lacked interest in the sport. It wouldn't be fair to say she hated Quidditch, but her attitude towards it certainly wasn't one of liking it.

She turned to Luna beside her and asked curiously, "Luna, you've always loved watching Quidditch, why don't you try to join the Ravenclaw team's tryouts? Don't you want to fight alongside Cho Zhang?"

Luna replied in her dreamy voice, “Oh, Hermione, I love the passion and excitement of Quidditch, but I don’t like flying broomsticks. I find them too noisy and they always make me feel too far from the ground, a little uneasy.”

"The flying broomsticks are noisy?" Hermione didn't quite understand Luna's strange metaphor, but she did understand her attitude.

Thanks to Hermione's connections, Harry and his friends were also able to sit in the VIP section and observe the Ravenclaw selection process up close.

This is an excellent position, just inches away from Coach Levin's seat, allowing them to clearly see every detail of the selection process.

As Levin's assistant's assistant's assistant, Ginny faithfully fulfilled her duties, working as fast as a spinning top.

Although she had already assisted Levin in completing the initial screening, she still showed no signs of slowing down.

She was seen bustling about the area with boundless energy, either relaying messages for Levin or running errands, never still for a moment, as if she had inexhaustible energy.

Ron seemed very nervous; his face was as pale as paper as he chatted casually with Harry.

He was about to participate in the Gryffindor goalkeeper selection that afternoon, and he was filled with anticipation and anxiety, wondering if he could stand out and become a member of the team.

Harry appeared to be chatting with Ron, but he was only giving perfunctory replies, his eyes constantly fixed on Cho Chang on the field.

She rode a fire crossbow, flying lightly through the air, circling the sky again and again, her figure graceful and agile, like a born pilot.

Harry stared, his eyes wide, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, "So beautiful!"

Harry remained silent, looking distracted, which annoyed Ron. Meanwhile, Ginny was running around nearby, further irritating him. So he said irritably:

"What's wrong with Ginny? She's a Gryffindor, why is she working for the Ravenclaw team? Does anyone know why? Gabrielle, do you know?"

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Chapter 511 Siblings Have a Breakup

Ginny had been working for the Erudite Society and was an officer there. Ron knew this and could understand it; after all, the Erudite Society was very famous, with members all over Hogwarts. Many young wizards wanted to work for the Society but didn't have the opportunity.

But openly running errands for Ravenclaw's Quidditch team would be problematic.

Given Ron and Levin's relationship, if he had asked Luna or Astoria, they might have cleverly found an excuse to deflect the question and avoid causing unnecessary conflict.

Gabrielle had only been at Hogwarts for a short time and was unaware of the complicated relationship between Ron and Levin. She simply answered Ron's question honestly:

“Ginny isn’t actually running errands for the Ravenclaw team,” Gabrielle said in a clear voice. “She’s doing things for Levin.”

Ron was puzzled and asked, "Why would Ginny run errands for Levin?"

"Ginny has always liked Levin, didn't you know?" Gabrielle inadvertently revealed a truth that Ron had never discovered.

These words struck Ron like a bolt of lightning, leaving him stunned in place.

The book he was reading suddenly became boring, and with a snap, the pages were unconsciously torn in his hand.

Ron snapped out of his daze, his ears turning as red as a freshly boiled lobster, and shouted angrily, "What? You're saying my sister has someone she likes? Ginny likes Levin Green?"

Gabrielle was taken aback by Ron's reaction. She nodded and looked at Ron with some surprise: "Yeah, otherwise why would Ginny join the Society of Knowledge?"

Ron looked ahead and saw Ginny standing next to Ravenclaw's coaching bench, snuggling close to Levin and whispering to him.

Levin seemed to have said something witty, and Ginny immediately clutched her chest, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells.

Ginny was growing much stronger than her peers, and her entire 777-inch body seemed to tremble with her smile.

However, this harmonious scene was so jarring to Ron's eyes.

“I don’t like this,” Ron muttered to himself.

Gabrielle and Astoria stared at each other. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and fragmented, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't possible without further context or clarification.)

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Gabrielle then realized that she seemed to have gotten herself into trouble.

Astoria narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke up for her friend, "This is really surprising... Ron, this is Ginny's private matter, why are you meddling so much?"

They were all good friends, and now that they were united against a common enemy, she no longer cared about whether she and Ginny were rivals in love.

“I just don’t like it!” Ron yelled. “Ginny can date anyone, but she can’t be with Levin! I’m her brother, and if I say no, it’s no…”

Ron's shouts exploded like thunder, and Ginny naturally heard them too.

She frowned, turned around, and said rudely to Ron, "Ron, you're my brother, not my father. Don't forget, I have six brothers. George and Fred have never interfered in my private affairs. What are you yelling about?"

“I…” Ron was caught off guard by Ginny’s questioning. He could only stammer as he tried to find fault with her, “I just think… he… he never admitted to the Dark Lord before. He’s not one of us.”

Ginny scoffed and said sarcastically, “Oh? Is that so? But other people obviously don’t think that way: Mom loves him so much, Dad even invented the magic TV with him, Charlie talks about him endlessly, Percy idolizes him, and George and Fred do business with him—he’s just not your type, Ron (bjej).

Compared to Ron, Ginny was indeed much more eloquent.

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately felt like he was on the opposite side of his entire family.

His face turned as red as a freshly boiled lobster, and he stammered, "He...he's such a womanizer..."

“So what if he’s a womanizer?” Ginny retorted. “All the female students like him, so he has every right to be a womanizer. I think you’re just jealous!”

Unable to argue back, Ron could only sulk and angrily declared, "I just don't like him!"

"I'm finding a boyfriend for myself, not for you!" Ginny's temper flared up. "I don't need your approval! Who do you think you are? To interfere in my affairs like that?"

Ron was somewhat embarrassed by Ginny's words; he had never seen Ginny refute him so fiercely.

In her memory, Ginny had always been a gentle and obedient girl who always listened to her brother.

However, Ginny seemed like a completely different person today, leaving him feeling somewhat at a loss.

He thought his words would have some effect, at least making Ginny think twice.

But no one expected Ginny to defend her choice so resolutely.

Left with no other option, Ron changed tactics. He muttered, "Ginny, I'm doing this for your own good... You're only fourteen and you're already dating. I think it's necessary to write a letter to Mom..."

"Fine, write it then! Not writing isn't Weasley!" Ginny angrily exposed his past, nagging on and on. "Don't forget to remind Mom in your letter of all the good things you've done—being late, copying homework, fighting… and driving Dad's car, which almost cost him his job. Oh, and all that pocket money you borrowed, Dad paid it all back for you. Don't forget to write it all down!"

Ron was speechless at Ginny's words, his face turning red and white in turns, a mix of shame and anger welling up inside him.