Compared to the heat in the Gryffindor common room, Slytherin is much calmer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the wall is faintly reddished, maintaining a comfortable temperature in the room.

"Play steadily, guys. Malfoy sat casually at a long wooden table, glancing at the team, and then said.

He didn't expect much from the first game, and if nothing else, the Dementors would have made a move, and the Slytherin team was almost guaranteed to win. The premise is that as long as the battle is not solved within minutes by the Savior.

And Pansy had barely learned the Patronus Charm, so he didn't have to worry about it.

Nor was there any need for a bloody pre-war mobilization, and the Slytherin students were naturally resistant to agitation in this area, and their thirst for glory was the best catalyst. And they prefer the actual to the ethereal.

"If I win, I'll treat you. Malfoy added one last sentence, then raised his teacup and gestured,

"Kill those Gryffindor sissies!" one of the big men stood up and yelled, and the other players immediately picked up their teacups and drank them down. Malfoy's big shots they had seen grew stronger, and their hunger for victory on Saturday grew.

Soon it was time for the competition.

The sky was dark and terrifying, with the rumbling of thunder in mid-air, the sound of the wind crashing against the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and the students in the common rooms on both sides discussed the tactics and tactics to be used today.

After a few more moments, it's time to enter.

The Gryffindor students were all dressed in their scarlet robes, and the wind was blowing so hard that they staggered as they walked onto the pitch. In the rumbling thunder, they could not hear the cheers of the crowd at all, and they tried to look as high as they could, but they showed embarrassment, for the rain blurred their eyes and the mud covered their trouser legs.

"It's really bad weather. Another girl on the Gryffindor team complained that she had to tie her hair up and put it in a bun in her hood in the weather, otherwise the rain would interfere with her performance at any time.

"The Slytherin players are going to have a harder time adapting than we do. Wood said, comforting his teammates' impetuous moods.

However, when they officially took the field, they were surprised to find that the Slytherin players looked much more comfortable than they had imagined.

The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands with each other, and the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint, gave Wood a defiant smile: "Poor Gryffindor can't even afford a decent waterproof gown? Right?" said Flint, looking back at his teammates, as if he was really thinking about it.

"Oh, sorry. Marcus suddenly lengthened his voice and apologized fakely, "I forgot, you should have graduated next year, it seems that you don't have this opportunity." As he spoke, the rest of the team laughed as well, and then Marcus poked Wood's chest with his finger and said again, "I heard you haven't won a trophy in seven years? ”

A high-pitched, sustained whistle sounded by Mrs. Hooch, who was unsmiling and her eyes were fixed on the two, a warning that the Slytherin team was too provocative, and she didn't want to watch a good game turn into a brawl.

"I want you to be as good as you are in the ring. Wood ignored Mrs. Hodge's eyes, and sneered at each other, his anger has also been accumulated a lot in the past few days, and he needs to vent it, which is a good object for reason.

A slightly short whistle sounded again, a symbol of preparation, all the players had their brooms in hand, and it seemed that Mrs. Hodge could see that the smell of gunpowder on both sides was too strong to be solved by mediation, and it was better to let them compete in the game.

"Get on the broomstick. Everyone saw Mrs. Hodge's mouth, and the wind at this time almost covered the entire stadium, and it was difficult for Mrs. Hodge's voice to reach this side.

"Qu ..........." symbolizes that the opening whistle has finally sounded.

Afterimages began to appear over the Quidditch pitch, not because they were too fast, of course, but because the rain was so heavy that it interfered with people's vision, and even the commentary was vague about certain situations, because he couldn't see it clearly.

The bad weather even made it impossible for the players to see their teammates, and the two Slytherin players almost collided in mid-air, but in the end, one player changed direction in time to save the accident from happening.

The Gryffindor players were no better, they were staggering one by one, as if they would be blown off their brooms by the wind at any moment, coupled with the occasional Bludger, the icy rain soaked everyone's jerseys, they were all miserable, but they all gritted their teeth.

By the way, Harry was wearing a pair of glasses, and on rainy days, the dragging effect of this burden was magnified, and the rain that gathered in a line slipped down his frames, interfering with his movements, and the Slytherin Seeker, Pansy, was also constantly interfering with him, she clung to the broom and followed him, even if there was a golden streak in his eyes in the fog, when he did, the girl would grit her teeth desperately to catch up with him, so that he had no time to distract.

And in this case, it is extremely difficult to even use the most conventional means of scoring, let alone the competition for the Golden Snitch.

A bolt of lightning struck the sky, illuminating the entire pitch for a split second before returning to darkness, after which players from both sides returned to the ground, presumably with one player calling a timeout.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled at the team, "Come on, get down there—"

They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the court. Harry took off his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his robe.

"What's the score?"

"Zero to zero. Wood gasped for air, his physical exertion was too great, and he was just taking advantage of the moment to regain some strength. "Those big guys don't seem to be thinking about scoring points!They've been harassing us, and with this damn weather right now, Merlin is on top, do we have to fight until night?" Wood's tone was a little frustrated, and then he turned his gaze to Harry, "You're our only hope, you just need to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, and we'll win!"

"I can't help it with my glasses. Harry said ruefully, waving his glasses. (To be continued.) )