It’s exactly the time to be full of energy.

They walked all the way to Hogwarts’ hall and sat down at Gryffindor’s long table.

"How likely do you think I am to be selected?" Ron asked Harry in a low voice, seeming a bit anxious.

It’s quite normal to have fears and doubts when you sit down and actually consider the matter.

Without waiting for Harry to speak, Ron said again, "Ever since you told me, I’ve been practicing every night,—but just by myself. I’ve been trying to cast magic on the Ghost Flying Ball to make them fly toward me, but it’s not easy, I don’t know how useful this will be."

"I think it will surely work." Harry replied, while pouring lamb chops onto his plate and started eating, "Don’t worry Ron, you’ve got to believe in yourself—Hermione, don’t you think?"

"Huh? What?" Hermione looked up, confused, she was eating while reading a book.

"I said." Harry repeated, "Ron can definitely become the goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, right?"

"Oh, of course." Hermione smiled and said, "He definitely won’t have a problem."

"That makes me feel much better." Ron chuckled and said.

"Of course, if you feel you’re not confident enough..."

Harry said, like a West Coast dealer, and opened his robe to take out a small bottle from his inner pocket to show Ron, then put it back.

"What’s that?" Ron asked curiously.

"Blessing Potion," Harry said with a grin, "Just drink this, and you’ll be lucky for twelve hours."

"Harry!" Hermione suddenly slapped the table, "The Quidditch selection should be fair and square! How can you give him..."

"Relax, Hermione, as long as you don’t tell anyone, no one will know." Harry said indifferently, then lowered his voice, "Or are you planning to report the two of us?"

"Oh, that, that won’t happen." Hermione put away her book, and with a serious tone said, "Anyway, I don’t recommend you two use any outside factors to acquire... well, you know!"

But Ron had none of these moral burdens.

"Don’t listen to her, Harry!" Ron said excitedly, "With you backing me, I can definitely become the Quidditch team’s goalkeeper!"

"Of course." Harry said with a grin, patting Ron’s shoulder.

The past few days had been quite fulfilling, and Harry felt more and more that bringing Annie back was an incredibly right decision.

His homework was fully entrusted to Annie, who did exceptionally well, and mimicking Harry’s notes could pass for the genuine thing, no one could notice.

Only...

On Thursday evening, Sebastian suddenly came angrily looking for Harry.

"Harry!" Sebastian questioned in the dormitory, "What exactly are you doing? Why let Annie do your homework!"

"Oh." Harry said confidently, "Because I’m lazy."

"Is that your reason?" Sebastian was extremely angry, "That’s my sister! How can you make my sister do your homework, how dare you..."

"Didn’t you have Annie help you with homework back then?" Harry looked at Sebastian questioningly, "Or did you forget about that?"

Suddenly, waves flickered across Sebastian’s soul.

"Oh, looks like you forgot." Harry waved his hand, "Of course, if you don’t wish so, then I’ll stop having Annie do my homework. If Annie asks, I’ll say Sebastian found me and wouldn’t let me submit the homework to be written by you..."

Once again, waves flickered across Sebastian’s soul.

"Bastard!" he shouted, lunging at Harry, "I’ll fight you!"

"Haha." Harry dodged to the side, "You can’t hit, hey hey!"

However, unexpectedly, Sebastian reached back and actually grabbed Harry’s hem.

"Die!" Sebastian punched Harry’s shoulder, making Harry step back two steps.

Wait, aren’t you a ghost?

"You actually have a physical form?!" Harry asked, shocked.

"Learned from Peeves!" Sebastian rubbed his fist and said, "Forget it, about Annie—I can’t do anything, but I warn you, Harry! You already have three girlfriends, don’t start messing with Annie!"

"Oh, so that’s your real concern." Harry laughed, "Don’t worry, I always consider Annie as my sister, my own sister."

"Then I’m relieved." Sebastian nodded, "I trust your assurance, but you... oh, like Grindelwald’s brother said, you’re just a Scarhead Enchantress, I still find it hard to trust you..."

Harry felt a bit wronged.

No, it wasn’t like Annie was sealed up because of me; she has a terminal illness herself, right?

But...

Oh well, forget it.

Just as Harry was about to say something, the dormitory door suddenly made a sound.

"I’m leaving." Sebastian floated down through the floor, "See you in a few days."

"Goodbye." Harry waved at Sebastian.

Actually, Harry quite understood Sebastian, after all, with just one sister, if it were him, he’d probably give Scarhead Enchantress a good beating.

Wait, isn’t it?

Why am I starting to say Scarhead Enchantress too?

Harry rubbed his Yingxiang acupoint, feeling a bit mentally exhausted.

"What’s up with you, Harry?" Ron entered and asked with concern, "Looking like that, are you tired?"

"A bit." Harry yawned, "Better rest up, it’s getting late, and you have the goalkeeper selection tomorrow."

Originally wanting to chat a bit more, Ron suddenly didn’t want to talk and immediately turned over onto the bed: "You’re right, I need to conserve energy—oh, by the way, Harry, is the Blessing Potion ready?"

"Don’t worry." Harry gave Ron a look of everything-under-control.

Friday morning, the weather was just as gloomy and damp as it had been the past few days.

After all, it’s a characteristic of the United Kingdom, you couldn’t help but experience it.

Unlike usual, Friday’s classes weren’t many.

As the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was customarily concentrated into one day, Harry was fairly idle this week.

But he soon had plenty to do, as surely the first class couldn’t afford to be an embarrassment.

Starting from the morning in the hall, he was already preparing his lesson plan, aiming to put a perfect ending to his first class.

Fifth grade, what kind of Defense Spell should he teach the students?

While pondering, he suddenly heard the voices of the Weasley Twins, they seemed to be chatting about something, appearing very excited.

"What’s up with you?" Harry turned and asked.

"Oh, we’re just finding Ron too confident." The twins laughed and said, "He seems to think he can certainly become the goalie, and he’s begun making plans with us."

"You should have confidence in your brother!" Hermione said sternly and full of authority like a lioness, "Rather than being cynical here!"

"Yes, Class Prefect!" The twins playfully saluted Hermione, "Oh, yes, Class Prefect!"

Then the two giggled and slipped away.

After finishing Friday’s last class, there was still time before the Quidditch selection started.

Taking advantage of this time, Harry went to the Slytherin long table to invite Annie, planning to bring her to Hagrid’s hut to eat some Rock Cake, and introduce her to Hagrid.

Originally, Draco, upon hearing about going to Hagrid’s hut, was somewhat moved and intended to follow, but upon hearing ’Rock Cake,’ he looked resolute and sat back down.