Chapter 310: To The Quidditch Finals Part 2
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Chapter 310: To The Quidditch Finals Part 2
"Whoa! The view here is amazing!" Ron leaned against the railing.
"These are high-grade view enhancers!" George said as he took hold of one of the devices that had been set up in the Headmaster's VIP box.
"I bet we can even see the players' nose hairs with these!"
"Ew… why would you wanna see that?" Ron made a disgusted face.
"I'm sorry for this, Albus. Just let me know if they're too much of a bother, and I'll take them away," Molly Weasley said with embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it, Molly. This box is plenty big for everyone," Dumbledore brushed aside her concerns.
Ron had kept insisting on coming to the 'fancy' seats, so in the end, Dumbledore invited the entire Weasley family to join him and Harry.
"Still… we already had some seats reserved," Molly said.
"The Diggorys will enjoy the extra space then," her husband, Arthur, said.
"Right!" Molly had almost forgotten they were going to share a tent with the Diggory family later.
"We should go tell Amos something. He'll get worried otherwise."
"I'll go speak with him; you stay here with the boys," Arthur offered, standing up.
"Let me see too!" Ron was now trying to push George off the viewing device.
"Use the other one," his brother replied, pushing him back.
"It's not working," Ron huffed.
"Hold on…" George's tone suddenly changed, and he leaned his face closer to the artifact while pointing it at the audience.
"I think I saw some Veelas…"
"What?! Let me see!" Now Fred was also trying to push him away.
Molly sighed.
"Do they always have to be so noisy?"
She glanced toward the other corner, where her daughter was standing next to Harry. They seemed to be engaged in a pleasant conversation.
"Why can't Ron be a bit more like Harry? They're the same age, but one is so mature, while the other one has the manners of a toddler."
Dumbledore let out a chuckle.
"All kids mature at different ages. I mean, look at your daughter; she's younger than everyone else, but she's always polite and well-behaved."
"Ginny… yes, in some ways she is like that. But she also has a rebellious side. That girl loves to sneak behind my back to fly that broom of hers… or do who knows what else. I don't know how to control her anymore…"
"I do believe that's also very normal for her age," Dumbledore said.
"I know that too, but she's going to have a hard time finding a good husband with that wild personality of hers."
"A bit early for that, don't you think?" the Headmaster asked.
"It's never too early to start looking." Molly's eyes went to Harry.
"If only…"
"Sorry I couldn't send more letters this summer," Ginny was telling Harry, completely oblivious to her mother's thoughts on the other side of the room.
"My parents would only let us use the owls from the next city's owl office for some reason. They've been acting weird all summer."
"Weird? In what way?" Harry asked.
Ginny looked displeased just from remembering her summer.
"We spent the first six weeks locked in our house in Paris."
It wasn't really their house, but Lord Greengrass had let the family use a house located near the shop where Arthur was now working.
"I mean, the house is ten times better than the Burrow, but they wouldn't let us go into the city at all! I couldn't even fly my broom because the house was too close to a Muggle neighborhood," Ginny lamented.
"And after that? Did you go back home?"
"I wish!" She huffed. "We went to Aunt Muriel's house… I hate that woman. She always forces me to clean and cook and wouldn't let me have any fun…"
"Sorry to hear that." Harry had a good idea about why Molly and Arthur were acting so paranoid this summer and why they avoided going to the Burrow. As members of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore must have kept them informed about the current situation.
"This is the first time I can have some fun all summer," Ginny complained.
"And in just a few more days, you'll be back at Hogwarts," Harry said.
"Yes!" she exclaimed with excitement.
"I never thought I'd be looking forward to going back to school this much… but here we are. I hope my flying skills didn't get rusty over the summer."
"I'm sure you'll be fine," Harry assured her.
"Are you planning on staying as a Seeker?"
Ginny shrugged. "For now, at least. There won't be any openings for the Chaser position until Angelina and Alicia graduate at the end of the upcoming year."
Harry could not tell her that the Quidditch House Cup was likely to be canceled this year due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Well, I think you did great as a Seeker, so it wouldn't be a loss to stay as one. But it's best to do whatever you enjoy the most."
"Thanks…" Ginny smiled at the compliment.
"Oh! I just realized something. This year I can finally go to Hogsmeade." She said with excitement.
"It's not like you didn't already go last year."
Ginny chuckled nervously. "About that… don't tell anyone, please."
"Of course I won't. And if anyone is going to find out, it'll likely be through my sister's mouth."
"That's true…" Ginny had to agree with that.
"Say… Harry. Since this year… you know… would you want to go to Ho—"
"They're here!" Ron screamed like a madman.
"Yes! The game is about to begin!" George shouted.
"The players are finally here!" Fred said with joy.
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