Chapter 224 Quidditch in the Rain

The next morning, Harry woke up very early; because it was so early, it was still dark outside. At first he thought it was the roaring wind that woke him up, but then he felt a gust of cold wind on the back of his neck, and he sat up all of a sudden - the trickster Peeves was floating beside him, blowing hard into his ears.

"Why are you bragging like that?" Harry asked angrily.

Peeves puffed out his cheeks, blew harder, then spun out of the room, giggling.

Harry touched his alarm clock and looked at it. Half past four. Harry cursed Peeves, turned over, and planned to go back to sleep; but now that he was awake, it was difficult to fall asleep again. He could not ignore the thunder rumbling in the air, the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the distant sound of the strong wind hitting the castle walls. The sound of trees breaking in the Forbidden Forest. In a few hours, he would be out on the Quidditch pitch, fighting in the strong wind. Finally, he gave up the idea of ​​going back to sleep, got up, got dressed, picked up his Nimbus 000, and walked out of the dormitory quietly.

Harry opened the door and something brushed past his feet. He bent down and in time grabbed the tip of Crookshanks' furry tail and pulled it out.

"You know, I think Ron is right to be wary of you." Harry said to Crookshanks doubtfully. "There are a lot of rats here, go catch them. Go ahead," he added, shaking off Crookshanks. Shan pushed down the spiral staircase, "Don't disturb Banban."

In the common room, the sound of the storm was louder. Harry knew better than to count on the game being cancelled. Quidditch wasn't canceled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. Even so, he began to feel scared. Especially the little note that Malfoy thrust into him during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I have to say that the drawing was very ugly.

Although Fanlin told Harry not to worry too much, Dumbledore would also be present, Malfoy just wanted to scare you.

But Harry was still very concerned about this matter, which made Harry feel bad, just like the weather outside.

Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to him in the corridor; Diggory was a fifth-year boy, much bigger than Harry. Seekers are usually light and fast people, but Diggory's weight was a plus in this weather, as he wouldn't be blown off his feet.

Harry passed away the hours in front of the fire, getting up every now and then to prevent Crookshanks from sneaking up the stairs to the boys' dormitory again. Finally, thinking that it was almost breakfast time, Harry walked toward the portrait hole alone.

After finishing a large bowl of porridge, he felt a little more energetic, and when he started eating toast, other members of the team arrived.

"This game is going to be intense," Wood said, unable to eat anything.

"Don't worry, Oliver," Arya reassured him, "We don't mind a little rain."

This is not a little rain. It is rare to see such a heavy thunderstorm in the UK. For this reason, Hermione is very worried about Harry. What if it is like what Malfoy drew and Harry was struck by lightning? Coming down or whatever, it's dangerous.

But except for Fanlin, no one listened to Hermione. Quidditch games always attract so much attention, and they will not cancel Quidditch because of the weather. This is the wizarding world. As long as there is still energy, There was nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't heal.

Quidditch is extremely popular, so all the teachers and students in the school came out to watch this game as usual. They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, lowering their heads to resist the strong wind, because their umbrellas were blown from their hands by the wind on the way. Blown away.

"Damn weather!" Hermione was dissatisfied and her umbrella was blown away.

"It's really bad!" Fan Lin took out the wand, and a stream of water spread upwards along the tip of the wand, and soon formed an umbrella shape in this small square of the sky.

This umbrella was big enough to cover everyone around it, except of course Hagrid.

Hagrid didn't care at all about the drizzle. His hand holding the umbrella showed no effort at all.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked. "I don't remember any spells that can do it."

"Actually, it's just a very simple application of magic. It doesn't require any magic structure. It just needs to control the water."

"Is it because you are still a water-attribute warlock?"

"Not exactly..." Fan Lin touched his nose, "You can also do it, but it won't be as big with the same amount of magic power."

"Okay..." Hermione frowned, the cold wind blowing in made her feel a little cold.

"Where is your scarf?" Fan Lin asked, but there was no need to answer. He took off his scarf and tied it carefully for Hermione.

"You... you know... I don't need it..." Fan Lin said, scratching his head with his hand.

"Hmm." Hermione hummed softly, she was a little nervous.

"You two..." Ron cried sadly, "Fan Lin, can you hold your wand properly? It's really cold when the umbrella made of your magic power hits your face."

Ron looked like he had been soaked by a bucket. When Fan Lin tied Hermione's scarf with his hands, he forgot to put away his wand, so all the condensed water hit Ron's body because the wand was lying horizontally.

"Hug...sorry..." Fan Lin said, and Hermione laughed immediately.

"When will it start?" Hagrid looked up at the sky. Although he was in a bad mood, he still wanted to come to cheer for Harry's game, but he wanted to end it early and go back to take good care of Buckbeak.

Poor Buckbeak was going to be tried. Because of the Malfoys, Hagrid would have to attend a hearing at the Ministry of Magic soon. Although Dumbledore would not expel him, Buckbeak would most likely be executed by the Ministry of Magic. It was not so easy to solve the problem of hurting the Malfoys.

The wind was blowing hard, and they staggered when they walked to the court. In the rumbling thunder, even if the audience cheered for them, they could not hear it.

Raindrops hit Harry's glasses. Oh my God, how could he see the golden snitch in the storm? The Hufflepuff team came towards them from the opposite side of the court, wearing canary yellow robes.

The captains of both teams came forward to shake hands with each other; Diggory smiled at Wood, but Wood now looked like he had lockjaw, and he just nodded.

Harry saw Madam Hooch's mouth shape: "Get on the broom." He pulled his right foot out of the mud and stepped on the Nimbus 000. Madam Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew hard, producing a sharp whistle that sounded like it came from far away - the game had begun. (To be continued)