REINCARNATED IN Harry Potter

GRIM DEFEAT

“Everyone into their sleeping bags!” shouted Percy. “Come on, now, no
more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!”

“C’mon,” Ron said to Harry ,Renevia and Hermione; they seized four sleeping bags and dragged them into a corner. Renevia delighted followed grabbing hers and plot herself down and slowly drift off.

She could hear Hermione whispered something before her eyes completely close.

“Do you think Black’s still in the cas— ,"

The next morning, All of them kinda offended with Renevia who had been slept so peacefully after the Flight of Fat lady.  She lightly apologize , saying that she was too sleepy and barely keep her eyes open.

The school talked of nothing but Sirius Black for the next few days. The
theories about how he had entered the castle became wilder and wilder;
Hannah Abbott, from Hufflepuff, spent much of their next Herbology class
telling anyone who’d listen that Black could turn into a flowering shrub.

The Fat Lady’s ripped canvas had been taken off the wall and replaced with
the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray pony. Nobody was very happy
about this. Sir Cadogan spent half his time challenging people to duels, and
the rest thinking up ridiculously complicated passwords, which he changed at least twice a day.

“He’s a complete lunatic,” said Seamus Finnigan angrily to Percy. “Can’t
we get anyone else?”

“None of the other pictures wanted the job,” said Percy. “Frightened of
what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one brave enough
to volunteer.”

But only one person who seemed to happy with this was Renevia. She sometimes would spend a few minutes to talk to him.

She also thought that if he wasn't a painting, she will give him some of her chocolate bars. That's was kinda habit for her—favourite person=chocolate bars.

The weather worsened steadily as the first Quidditch match drew nearer.
Undaunted, the Gryffindor team was training harder than ever under the eye
of Madam Hooch. Then, at their final training session before Saturday’s
match, Oliver Wood gave his team some unwelcome news.

“We’re not playing Slytherin!” he told them, looking very angry. “Flint’s
just been to see me. We’re playing Hufflepuff instead.”

“Why?” chorused the rest of the team.

“Flint’s excuse is that their Seeker’s arm’s still injured,” said Wood,
grinding his teeth furiously. “But it’s obvious why they’re doing it. Don’t
want to play in this weather. Think it’ll damage their chances. . . .”

There had been strong winds and heavy rain all day, and as Wood spoke,
they heard a distant rumble of thunder.
“There’s nothing wrong with Malfoy’s arm!” said Harry furiously. “He’s
faking it!”

“I know that, but we can’t prove it,” said Wood bitterly. “And we’ve been
practicing all those moves assuming we’re playing Slytherin, and instead it’s
Hufflepuff, and their style’s quite different. They’ve got a new Captain and
Seeker, Cedric Diggory —”

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie suddenly giggled.

“What?” said Wood, frowning at this lighthearted behavior.

“He’s that tall, good-looking one, isn’t he?” said Angelina.

“Strong and silent,” said Katie, and they started to giggle again.

“He’s only silent because he’s too thick to string two words together,” said
Fred impatiently. “I don’t know why you’re worried, Oliver, Hufflepuff is a
pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five
minutes, remember?”