New Teammates

The ghost dinner was a resounding success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

But there was one person who wasn't happy, and that was Harry.

In the days that followed, he saw Myrtle almost everywhere.

As a ghost, she used her abilities to spy on him from various places, including the ground, corners, and ceiling.

Every time Harry spotted her, she would disappear with a silvery smile.

However, there was one thing that made Harry very happy: as Nicholas had said, Myrtle was indeed unable to enter Ravenclaw Tower.

This allowed Harry to resume his habit of spending all his time in the common room except for class time.

It just so happens that Ron's father becoming the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Harry finding the Ravenclaw's Diadem, are already major events, so staying in the common room is fine.

Although Ron was a little resentful about not being able to stand out, he didn't say anything considering Harry's special circumstances.

However, there was one thing Harry had to do before he had to go out.

That is to train and select new team members.

Harry is the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. Although he delegated the selection of players to Roger, he still needs to handle the training and meeting the new players himself.

So, after dinner, Harry briefly returned to the common room before heading out of the castle.

"Harry, I suggest you go talk to Nicholas about this."

"He's a ghost too," Ron said as he walked.

"Aside from studying the Ravenclaw's Diadem, I've been thinking about the team lately."

"Although Myrtle is annoying, she is also sensible and will not show up when I am in a bad mood."

"I think we should wait."

"Moreover, apart from these two things, the most important thing should be Draco."

"I've hardly seen him lately, except for Herbology or meals," Harry said worriedly, occasionally returning a forced smile to those who greeted him.

"Draco's probably doing it because of Pansy. I heard they're getting engaged!"

"Besides, you can stand it, but I can't."

"Because of Myrtle, you and I have been staying in the lounge. The buzz about my father becoming the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is almost over!"

"I'm not the only Weasley family kid. I just noticed that out of ten people who walk by, seven of them greet you. I'm like I don't exist!" Ron said indignantly.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Ah, hello." Harry was startled by a passing Hufflepuff older witch, and Ron's eyes were filled with jealousy.

"It's soft, isn't it?" Ron turned his head and looked at the tall figure from behind.

"What?"

"Luckily Myrtle didn't see it, otherwise she would have made a scene again." Harry used his left hand, which was free of the flying broom, to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"Don't you think the way you're saying it makes Myrtle like your girlfriend?"

"I think that's how she is. She drives away all the witches she knows who like you, and in the end you have to be with her."

"And didn't you notice that after that banquet, all the ghosts, their figures that were like wisps of smoke and pearly white, gradually became blood-red?"

"Harry, don't be careless. If you wait until later and have to marry Myrtle and have children, it will be too late!" Ron racked his brains and came up with a plausible argument.

"What should I do?" Harry finally looked terrified.

These days, he was able to stay in the lounge without worry not only to avoid harassment, but also because he could occasionally see that beautiful ghost— Helena.

What if Helena really distances herself from him because of Myrtle?

Furthermore, if the ghost truly regains his full color and can even marry and have children with a living person, then Helena must not be allowed to stay away from him!

He must find a way to win over Myrtle.

Harry, unaware that Helena only saw him as a junior, thought this way, and a resolute expression appeared on his face.

"Harry, you've finally come to your senses!"

"We can learn from the dead!" Ron said mysteriously.

Harry, who was originally uninterested in this, probably wouldn't be interested in the mystery Ron was playing with.

But Harry, sensing the danger, stopped in his tracks and almost roared, "Dead? What dead?"

This startled Ron so much he almost tripped and fell. "You—okay, I'll talk."

"The dead man I'm referring to is Oliver Humbert, who, when Myrtle first became a ghost, also tried to stalk her as frantically as he did you."

"In the end Oliver Honbay reported her to the Ministry of Ministry of Magic, which forced Myrtle to stay at Hogwarts. She was finally able to enjoy her later years in peace." Hearing this, Harry finally relaxed.

"Then I can just write a letter to Mr. Weasley!" Harry was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

At that moment, Ron and Harry arrived at the stadium.

"Isn't this a selection process? Logically, students from first to seventh grade should all be here, right?" Ron, who knew Quidditch, frowned.

"You forgot!" Harry looked at Ron in surprise. "Our Ravenclaw Team is special. Last year, our Beater and goalie were already in their seventh year."

"So, the qualified candidates have been mostly selected long ago."

"Now we just need to see how they improve, which three can become regular players, and the others can become substitutes."

"If it weren't for the worry that there might be geniuses like me in the first year, our team would probably have been completely reorganized shortly after the start of the semester."

"Unfortunately, no," Harry said in a tone that was half resentful and half smug.

He is now able to face his own excellence squarely, and occasionally even shows it off a little in front of his friends.

"I've lost my mind, you know, about my dad." Ron rubbed his forehead.

"Hey! Davies! How's it going?" Harry shouted towards the sky.

Above the stadium, a blue figure descended to the ground on a broomstick.

"They're all doing well, but there have been some changes among the veteran players. For example, Henry has chosen to become a Beater," Roger said, holding a broom.

"Wasn't he doing a great job? Who took his place?" Harry raised his eyebrows unhappily.

"It's me." A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, came from Harry's right. It was a lovely girl with dark hair.

"Cho Chang?" Harry asked, puzzled.

When he faced Cho Chang again, he no longer blushed like a boy who would peek through a telescope, now that Helena and Ginny were in his heart.

"You know me?" Cho Chang tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ron squinted at Harry.

You know, he's always been with Harry, so how did he meet this girl?

Have you forgotten?

"The girl with the Tornadoes badge when we got off the carriage," Harry explained to Ron first, then turned to Cho Chang and nodded. "Yes, I know you. Jonny introduced you to me."

"Can I?" Cho Chang asked nervously.

"I've seen you fly. You're an excellent Quidditch player who gets up before 7 a. m. to train. Why not?" Harry extended his hand, welcoming Cho Chang to the team.

Roger, who was standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief.