So, he began to speak, "By the way, Angelina."

"What’s up?" Angelina turned her head.

"What do you think of Ron?" Harry pointed at Ron, who was talking to Hermione beside him, and said, "Ron has always liked Quidditch, and I think his flying skills are pretty good. Maybe he could try out for the Quidditch team’s goalkeeper?"

Ron hadn’t realized what was happening yet. He raised his head in confusion when he heard Harry mention him.

"What’s up, Harry?" he asked.

"I was suggesting to Angelina that you should be the goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Harry laughed, patting Ron on the shoulder. "You know, Oliver graduated, and we just happen to need a qualified goalkeeper—and you, my brother, you’ve always liked Quidditch, haven’t you? Plus, your flying skills are not bad, maybe you could try out for it."

Ron was overwhelmed with excitement, only heaven knows how much he wanted to join the Quidditch team!

Every kid in the Weasley family, from Bill to Charlie, and then the Weasley Twins, were main members of the Gryffindor team!

Of course, except Percy.

"Do you think I can do it?" Ron was a bit insecure.

"Believe in yourself, brother." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder again, "I think you can do it. The selection for the new Gryffindor goalkeeper is on Friday afternoon at five, I think you should attend, don’t you?"

"Okay, I will definitely go, brother." Ron nodded rapidly, his grin reaching his ears.

After Angelina left, they went into the Great Hall.

"I forgot Oliver had left," Hermione said as she sat next to Ron and dragged a plate of bread toward her, "I think that will have a big impact on the team, right?"

"No." Harry swallowed a bite of bread and said, "If Ron can successfully make it to the team and become the Quidditch team’s goalkeeper, I don’t think Oliver’s absence will affect Gryffindor much—"

"But adding some fresh blood isn’t a bad thing." Ron was still grinning, "I think I can do it, thanks for the recommendation, mate!"

"Then let’s do this." Hermione thought for a moment and said, "Until Friday, I will help you with the class prefect duties... Of course, the matters inside the boys’ dormitory still need you to handle, Ron, join Harry for Quidditch training before Friday... Yeah, let him find someone to take you for training, so you don’t miss the selection."

"That’s great." Ron was once again delighted.

He really didn’t expect Hermione to be so supportive of him.

"I can’t handle you." Hermione smiled and shook her head.

She lowered her head, using a knife and fork to cut a piece of bread.

Suddenly, whoosh whoosh whoosh, clatter clatter clatter, hundreds of owls flew in through the high windows.

They landed all over the Great Hall, delivering letters and parcels to their owners, while also sprinkling water droplets on the heads of those having breakfast.

Evidently, it was raining heavily outside.

"Oh, Pigwidgeon!" Ron complained as he watched Zhu Weiqiong, who was shaking off water droplets next to him, "Don’t shake next to me, my bread is covered in your water droplets!"

Zhu Weiqiong hooted twice, seemingly not very happy with its owner’s complaint either.

"What’s in the ’Prophet Daily’?" Harry leaned his head over and asked, "Let’s have a look. Ever since Rita Skeeter was fired from the ’Prophet Daily’, the circulation seems to be worse day by day."

"Same as usual." Hermione placed a knut into the small leather pouch on the owl’s foot, picked up the newspaper and said, "Oh, just claiming that Voldemort will definitely not return, please don’t believe the rumors spread by those with ulterior motives, and the Ministry of Magic will never condone any rumors, urging wizards not to believe or spread rumors..."

"Idiots." Ron chuckled with a throaty laugh.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall was distributing timetables along the table.

"Look at today!" Ron sighed, "History of Magic, two Magic Potion classes, Divination Class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts Classes? Bin, Snape, Trelawney, and that woman Umbridge, all on the same day! I hope Fred and George hurry up with those Instant Escape Candy!"

"Is something wrong with my ears?" Fred said, he and George just arrived, squeezing in next to Harry, "A Hogwarts class prefect surely wouldn’t want to skip class, right?"

"Look how miserable we are today." Ron grumbled as he shoved his timetable under Fred’s nose, "I’ve never had such a crappy Monday."

"You’re right, brother," Fred said as he browsed the timetable, "If you want, you can have some Nosebleed Nougat, it’s very cheap."

"Why is it cheap?" Ron questioned suspiciously.

"Because the nosebleed won’t stop, and eventually you’ll curl up into a ball—we haven’t developed an antidote yet." George explained while starting to eat a piece of smoked fish.

"Thanks," Ron said gloomily as he tucked his timetable into his pocket, "I think I’ll go to class, I’m really afraid of some severe side effects of those candies."

"Speaking of which!" Hermione said seriously, "I know you’re working on some weird little gadgets, but please don’t do anything that would damage Gryffindor’s reputation—if you dare to do anything that would dock points from Gryffindor, I will definitely stop you from doing any bizarre research! Do you hear me!"

"Oh." Fred and George didn’t think much of Hermione’s words, "Haha, don’t worry, Hermione, actually... we’re also addressing a common need of students, believe it or not, it’s their shared wish, because this year... this year is your most painful year."

"Why?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Trust the experience of those who’ve been through it." Fred smiled as he fished a piece of coconut bread from Ron’s plate. "We’ve all been through the ’O.W.L.s’ year, and in this year, I think you’ll break down from studying..."

"So what?" Hermione folded her arms.

"Meaning, you’ll be endlessly dealing with exams, right? They’ll grind at your nose like a whetstone, wearing the skin off the tip—soon, you’ll change your tone, and soon, you’ll be begging us for some escape candy—"

"Then you really don’t know Hermione." Ron said, eating without lifting his head, "Is that a problem for her? I think she’ll not only not find it painful, but she’ll think the studies aren’t enough for her to learn."

"Oh, you really understand Hermione." The twins spoke in unison, mockingly, casting significant looks at their younger brother.

"What are you looking at!" Ron slammed the table in anger—because he was guilty.

"Oh, nothing." The twins chuckled as they stood up, "We just think spring has come—someone’s spring, uniquely his spring..."

The twins chuckled as they walked away, leaving Ron sulking at the table.

"What were they talking about?" Hermione looked suspiciously at both Ron and the twins’ departing backs, "Why is Ron so angry?"

"Oh." Harry struggled to hold back a laugh, "Honestly, I didn’t really get it, haha..."

It’s all so good.

He felt like he’d returned to that wooden age.

Seeing Ron and Hermione now, he felt like he was looking back at him and Cassandra back then.