In fact, the pressure on Wood wasn't just from Slytherin suddenly finding a reason to play Hufflepuff close to the game, even if they hadn't been able to win each other in previous friendlies.

There's also a lot of pressure from within the team, one is that the twins aren't as keen on Quidditch as they used to be, which makes them not as rampage in the game as they used to. The second is Harry, Harry's absent-minded appearance is not only visible to Hermione, but also to Wood, who is also in a sensitive period. In this case, the opponent's Seeker has become stronger, and his own Seeker has become weaker, and it is obvious which is stronger and worse, how can he not worry Wood, so even in this bad weather, he has to train them fiercely, so that they cannot be distracted from thinking about other things.

McGoth and Hermione were below he noticed early in the morning, but at this time he didn't have time to pay attention to them, now is not a friendly match with the other house teams, they can help is really limited, but he will not give up any possibility of improvement now, so he still asked Harry to call McGoth over.

If McGoth knew what Wood was thinking, he would have picked up the Quaffle and smashed it on his head, he couldn't even see people clearly, and he still hadn't been able to tell which figure was Harry.

Finally, after another flash of lightning, Wood faced his complaining teammates and had to end today's training session early.

Wood walked up to McGoth and almost yelled at his thoughts, McGoth couldn't really smack his face with the Quaffle, thought seriously for a while, and shook his head helplessly.

"Our match with Hufflepuff was like a sharp spear piercing a solid shield, and if the gap is bigger, it's fine, but according to you, their level has improved dramatically after the substitution, and the final score is more likely, so whoever can catch the Golden Snitch will dominate the game."

This nonsense was a little disappointing to Wood, and he knew that the key was in Harry's hands now, but Harry's state made him not have that confidence.

Hermione saw what Wood meant, and shouted comfort.

"We'll let Ha get his best for tomorrow's game."

"I hope so." Wood replied in disbelief, he had already talked to Harry many times about this, and although Harry had worked harder, it was obvious that he had too many things on his mind to fully exert his strength.

Wood then walked over to the rest of the team to cheer him up, and Harry was only then dangling through the air.

"The wind in the sky was so strong that I almost caught it several times." As he spoke, he summoned the Golden Snitch and put it back in the box.

Due to the large number of people here, Hermione and McGoth did not say anything about it, and waited until Wood announced the disbandment.

"It seems that the waterproof charm is not a panacea."

"Clean up!" Hermione used a cleansing charm to barely remove the dripping droplets from her body.

"I have to go back and take a shower."

Harry, like Magos, was not at the level of a thorough clean-up, and his slimy body felt uncomfortable.

On the way back to the common room, McGoth told him Hermione's thoughts.

"Truth elixir?" Harry looked stunned, then hesitated.

"Can it really make wizards tell the truth without reservation?"

"Absolutely, at least I haven't heard of a wizard resisting it." Hermione was talking to the point. Even if she didn't know if it was true, all wizards were not immune. But this kind of white lie is better than leaving Harry alone to face Sirius.

Harry still trusted Hermione's knowledge reserves, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, and they went back to the moving stairs, waiting for the stairs to the Headmaster's office.

"Will he stay there? I think he might hide somewhere else. ”

"But he won't be too far away, there are Dementors looking for clues in the distance, and Dumbledore and the professors nearby, he may be able to find him unless he hides in one place for the rest of his life."

Speaking of dementors, McGoth was on fire in his heart, as long as this group of two or five boys rebelled in the future, he would definitely do his best to kill them, their sense of revenge was so strong that people couldn't understand it, and the power was basically incomprehensible to ordinary people and little wizards, and the harm was too great.

On the way, they met Filch's cat, Mrs. Loris, in a hallway, and followed them all the way to the principal's office before stopping, staring at them and walking into the office.

"This cat is so nasty, Crook Hill is so much better than it." Hermione grumbled quietly.

"Lady Loris, she'll be angry when she hears it." A chuckle came from the top of the stairs.

"It's a great pleasure to have guests in this terrible weather."

"Headmaster Dumbledore." The three of them walked up the stairs.

"Oh? It looks like you've just come from the storm. ”

"Clean up!" The same spell worked very differently on Dumbledore.

At this time, Melgoth and the others did not have a slimy feeling, they were now as comfortable as if they had just soaked in the hot springs and put on clean and warm clothes.

"How about another cup of hot tea." As he spoke, he waved his wand at the table behind him, and four cups of steaming tea appeared on the long table.

Harry wasn't in the mood for tea at this time, and if he wasn't going to tell Dumbledore, he couldn't wait.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, we met Sirius. Blake too. ”

Dumbledore's face changed when he heard this, his brisk expression disappeared, and he looked at Harry seriously.

"Tell me everything you met with him."

Harry nodded his head and prepared to speak. Dumbledore interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"But I'm not in a hurry for a few seconds, I think this should be the safest place, take a sip of tea to calm down."

"No, you don't." Harry swallowed these two words back under Dumbledore's gaze, obediently walked to the table and sat down, picked up his tea and took a sip. Strange to say, as he drank the tea, Harry's heart was in a hurry, and the irritability gradually disappeared. Once McGoth had sat down with Dumbledore and Hermione, he began to talk about the events of that day.

After Harry finished speaking, Dumbledore did not rush to speak. Seeing this, the three McGoths also slowed their breathing, waiting for Dumbledore's opinion.

"I wanted to wait until you were older to tell you about it, but I didn't find you so soon to know." Dumbledore sighed.

"Who killed my father?" Harry's eyes were red, and he remembered what had happened to him at the Dursleys and the photos his parents had left, and his heart was filled with hatred.