At this moment, Ron didn't know he had already been targeted by his two mischievous brothers. He was entirely filled with the joy of having taken Felix Felicis.
Can't get the Keeper position? Impossible, I've taken Felix Felicis, how could I not get a little Keeper position?
The Quidditch team members gathered together, waiting for the tryouts.
Currently, there were no vacancies in other positions; this tryout was primarily for the Keeper position.
"I hope you won't be upset."
Just as Ron was eager to try, McLaggen suddenly stood behind him.
"Upset about what?" Ron asked, puzzled, turning his head. Seeing McLaggen's tall and strong physique, he couldn't help but take a step back.
With such a big guy standing behind him, especially in the United Kingdom, Ron admitted he was intimidated.
Not because of his imposing presence, but due to certain characteristics of Dai Ying—
"You're about to lose this position," McLaggen said confidently, "I'm competing for the Keeper position too, and you... you can't compete with me, can you?"
"Are you crazy?" Ron scratched his face, puzzled, "Come on, with your build, instead of trying for Beater you're competing with me for Keeper? Are you planning to use your body to block the Ghost Flying Ball?"
"Being strong is a key factor for a Keeper," McLaggen was quite confident.
"No, I think a Keeper should be agile," Ron denied.
Before Ron could continue, McLaggen suddenly noticed Hermione standing nearby.
"Oh right, is that your friend?" He pointed at Hermione, "Can you introduce us? I'm quite interested in her—I know you two have a good relationship, so could you let us meet? You know what I mean, right?"
After speaking, he patted Ron on the back with a playful smile and walked away.
Ron immediately showed a constipated expression.
What?
You?
Damn it, it's one thing to compete with me for the position, I can understand you wanting to be Keeper, but you also want to compete for my friend?
Alright, alright, you've chosen your path to destruction!
However, from Hermione's perspective, it was something entirely different.
She couldn't hear any conversation, only seeing McLaggen pat Ron's butt and leave with a sneering smile.
Sitting in the stands, Hermione trembled as she put down her binoculars.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Luna leaned over, asking with concern, "I feel like you've seen something incredible..."
"No, I think I must have seen wrong," Hermione said, somewhat doubting her sanity.
She considered a thousand possibilities, even thought about some Gryffindor girl flirting with Ron, but she never imagined it would be a man...
Oh, dear...
Oh my heavens...
A good typical British scenario!
Luna looked at Hermione and couldn't figure out what Hermione was brainstorming for quite a while.
She shook her lion plush, sitting quietly and obediently next to Hermione.
At this moment, Angelina arrived with Fred and George.
"Alright, we won't waste any time," Angelina said straightforwardly, "The tryouts are starting now—let's see, those competing for Quidditch Keeper are McLaggen and Weasley—oh, Ronald Weasley, right?"
"Yes, ma'am," McLaggen said cheerfully, raising his head to look at Hermione's position, shaking his wire-like hair.
Yet in Hermione's view, this action was completely taunting her.
Let's not mince words, her fists were clenched.
How can there be such an annoying person in the world! Hermione thought fiercely.
The tryout officially began, with Cormac McLaggen and Ron both acting as the team's Keepers, competing to see who would let in fewer goals to be selected.
The players were the usual ones, but their offensive tactics were fairly liberal, able to score either at Cormac McLaggen's goal or Ron's.
Harry, as the Seeker, wasn't participating in the match but sitting in the stands next to Hermione.
"Hermione?" He turned his head, noticing Hermione's gritted teeth expression, asking curiously, "What's up with you? Did Ron make you upset again?"
"No!" Hermione's eyes were nearly ablaze, "You're right! Harry~! Ron should take some Felix Felicis and properly teach that arrogant McLag... what's his name?"
"McLaggen, his name is Cormac," Harry said, somewhat baffled, "What happened? Did that guy bother you?"
"That guy..." Hermione's bosom heaved violently, "That guy actually touched Ron's butt and then showed me a provocative expression! God, how dare he! How dare he!"
"Huh?" Harry didn't quite understand but was greatly shocked.
What? What's going on?
Could Ron's charm have reached the point of attracting men?
Isn't it, folks?
He dug at his ear, checking he hadn't misheard: "Did you just say McLaggen touched Ron's butt?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Hermione said angrily, "He even provoked me! That guy is simply unreasonable!"
Harry was a bit confused, frowning as he said, "Then why would McLaggen want to compete with Ron for Keeper? I'm a bit baffled..."
"That's easy to understand!" Annie suddenly said from the side, "Perhaps it's because this McLaggen likes Ron and wants to conquer Ron's heart this way..."