Bang!

Several muffled thunders rang out in the gloomy sky, and in a short time countless raindrops the size of beans fell.

Of course, even heavy rain could not dampen the enthusiasm of the teachers and students for Quidditch, and they shouted frantically, the sound even piercing the thick dark clouds.

In the past, such heavy rain would have caused a riot, and the students would rush to those with umbrellas, and some of the older students would have been able to transform into umbrellas through Transfiguration, but that's it.

But this year things were different, except for the Quidditch players who were playing, almost all the teachers and students wore William's invention of the Frost Medallion, William's most popular alchemical product, and was sought after by almost all wizards of all ages.

After all, after wearing the Alchemy Medal, the harsh natural conditions can no longer be an obstacle for wizards.

William activated the medal pinned to his cloak, and the pouring rain was blocked by a barrier of magical power.

"William, this little invention of yours is so practical." Terry casually complimented, and his attention was once again focused on the game in front of him.

"What's going on with Wood! When you encounter such an unexpected situation, don't you call a pause? ”

"He doesn't necessarily have access to everything he observes on the pitch in real time." Willian felt that Terry's requirements were a bit high, and in such bad weather, the visibility of the players must be extremely low.

'If he's a chaser, then I can understand that because he's involved in organising the team's attack, but he's a goalkeeper! Being at the back of the line makes it easy for him to see where everyone is. "Terry didn't let Wood go so easily.

"The main thing is that without the Weasley brothers' cover, Gryffindor can't get the ball at all, and Wood has to struggle to deal with Slytherin's attack, but you see, now he realizes that something is wrong." William said.

Mrs. Hodge blew her silver whistle to announce the timeout of the game, noticing that even after Potter landed on the canvas, the frantic Bludger did not give up on Potter.

With the help of the Hawkeye Charm, William discovered that the four Deans, including Professor Flitvier, were muttering to the crazy Bludger as they tried to undo the spell attached to it.

"Did you find it?" He tilted his head sideways and whispered to the black cat on his shoulder, who was squinting in the direction of the stands.

"What's the score like now?" Ike asked, a little confused.

"Sixty-thirty, Slytherin has overtaken the score." Hearing this question, Terry replied casually.

"Is Slytherin's advantage already that great? All I could see was red-green shadows flying around the track. ”

"If Gryffindor can't get rid of that crazy Bludger, the score will continue to grow, and Potter will have a hard time catching the Golden Snitch to kill the game in bad weather and Bludger interference." Terry's eyes were full of worry, the situation was already very unfavorable for Gryffindor.

Terry, you must not have imagined that there is a magical power called the protagonist's aura in this world, and Potter can really catch the Golden Snitch under such unfavorable conditions, or under Draco's nose.

"Meow~" While several of William's roommates were still actively discussing what tactics Gryffindor would use after the pause, a small cat meow pierced through the noisy wind and rain and burrowed into William's ears.

It looks like Blake has found where Dobby is.

Following the black cat's gaze, William soon spotted Dobby on the edge of a stand in the direction of Hufflepuff, in an inconspicuous corner.

It was a standard-looking house-elf, with bat-like ears, tennis-sized eyes protruding outward, and a slender nose.

Unlike Lucy, William's vision of the elf was wearing an old pillowcase that could hardly be called a dress, and it was staring at the middle of the field, waiting for the game to start.

It wasn't long before Madame Hooch's whistle was heard again at the Quidditch pitch, which meant that the game would continue, and as William watched, Dobby raised a very slender finger and looked intently at the Bludger on the field.

House-elves have a very different spellcasting system than wizards, and they can ignore most of the forbidden spells placed by wizards, including anti-apparition charms.

Therefore, in Hogwarts, which is full of prohibitions, house-elves can still easily use apparitions to enter most places.

Not only that, but it is also difficult for wizards to remove the magic of house-elves, and after the goblin rebellion broke out, house-elves joined the camp of goblins, which once caused great trouble for wizards.

So it was not unreasonable for them to end up in slavery, and proud wizards would not allow such a creature to exist.

"William, what are you looking at?" Terry's words interrupted William's thoughts.

"Draco, he's still too careless, not to mention not to search for the Golden Snitch, but to taunt Potter." William, who was looking back at the field, said helplessly.

Looking at Draco, who was taunting Potter not far away, William only felt that all his words had been said in vain.

How could Draco's IQ drop so much when it came to something related to the Savior?

Is there really some secret between the two of them?

I've only heard that love can drop a person's IQ so much.

Just when William couldn't stop thinking about it, an exclamation suddenly sounded next to him, it was Terry's voice.

"The Bludger hit Potter, which isn't good news for Gryffindor. Wait a minute! What is Potter doing? Why did he rush towards Malfoy, did he see the Golden Snitch? Terry yelled excitedly.

His excellent sense of smell made his mind think of the Snitch at once, and his eyes were on Malfoy's side, and above his left ear, he spotted the Snitch flapping his wings.

"I see the snitch! Right next to Malfoy's left ear. Terry shouted excitedly.

"What is that guy doing? Is he a fool? Or were you stupid by Potter's deathless charge? ”