The next morning, Harry woke up early, for it was too early and it was pitch black outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At first he thought it was a roaring wind that had woken him up, then he felt a cold wind in the back of his neck, and he sat up at once - Peeves the poltergeon floated beside him, blowing hard into his ears.

"Why are you blowing like that?" asked Harry, exasperated.

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

Harry felt for his alarm clock and looked at it. Half past four. Harry cursed Peeves and rolled over, intending to sleep again, but now that he was awake, it would be difficult to fall back asleep, and he couldn't ignore the rumbling thunder in midair, the sound of the wind crashing against the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the Forbidden Forest in the distance. In a few hours, he would be out on the Quidditch pitch, battling the wind. In the end, he gave up the idea of going to sleep again, got up, dressed, picked up his light wheel 2000, and quietly walked out of the dormitory.

Harry opened the door, and something passed by his feet. He bent down and grabbed the tip of Crookshan's shaggy tail just in time to pull it out.

"You know, I think Ron was right to guard against you. Harry said to Crookshank suspiciously, "There are a lot of rats here, go catch them." Go," he added, shaking his hand to push Crook Hill down the spiral staircase, "don't be alarmed. ”

In the common room, the sound of the storm was louder. Harry knew that the match could not be expected to be cancelled, and that a Quidditch match would not be cancelled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. Even so, he began to feel scared. Especially the little note that Malfoy stuffed into him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I have to say, it was very ugly.

Although Van Lin tells Harry not to worry too much and that Don Bridore will be in attendance, Malfoy is just trying to scare you.

But Harry was still very concerned about it, which made Harry feel terrible, just like the weather outside.

Wood had shown him Cedric Diggory, a fifth-year student who was much older than Harry, in the hallway. Seekers are usually the kind of people who are light and fast, but Diggory's weight is a good factor in these weather, as he won't be blown out of his feet.

Harry spent the hours in front of the fireplace, getting up from time to time to keep Crookhill from sneaking up the stairs of the boys' dormitory. Finally, Harry figured it was almost time for breakfast, and walked alone to the cave where he painted the portrait.

After drinking a large bowl of porridge, he felt a little more refreshed, and when he started to eat toast, the rest of the team also came.

"It's going to be intense. Wood said, "Nothing can be eaten.

"Don't worry, Oliver," Arya reassured, "we don't care if there's a little rain. ”

It wasn't a bit of rain, and it was rare to see such a thunderstorm in the UK, so Hermione was very worried about Harry, if it was really like Malfoy's drawing, Harry was struck by lightning or something, it was dangerous.

But no one listened to Hermione except Van Lin, Quidditch matches were always so attention-grabbing, and they wouldn't cancel Quidditch because of the weather, this is the wizarding world, as long as there is still qi, there is nothing that Madam Pomfrey can't heal.

Quidditch was so popular that the whole school rushed out to watch the game as they ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads down against the wind, as their umbrellas were blown out of their hands halfway through.

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

"It's really bad!" Van Lin pulled out his wand, and a stream of water spread upwards along the tip of the wand, quickly forming the shape of an umbrella in the small square sky.

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

Hagrid didn't care about the little rain at all, and his hand holding the umbrella didn't show the slightest effort.

"How did you do that?" asked Hermione, "I don't remember any spells that could have done it. ”

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

"Is it because you're still a water-type warlock?"

"Not exactly...... "Van Lin touched his nose, "You can do it too, but it won't be so great with the same amount of magic." ”

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

"Where's your scarf?" Van Lin asked, but he didn't need to reply, he untied his scarf and gave it to Hermione to tie carefully.

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

"Hmm. Hermione whispered, she was a little nervous.

"You two ......," Ron cried, his face sad, "Van Lin, can you hold your wand properly, the umbrella of your magic is really cold on your face." ”

Ron looked like he had been drenched in a bucket, and when Van Lin tied Hermione's scarf with his hand, he forgot to put away his wand, so the condensed water hit Ron because of the wand lying horizontally.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry......" Van Lin said, and Hermione burst out laughing.

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

Poor Buckbeak is about to be judged, because of the Malfoy family, Hagrid will go to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing later, although Dunbridle will not fire him, but Buckbeak is likely to be executed by the Ministry of Magic, hurting the Malfoy family, this matter is not so easy to solve.

The wind was blowing so hard that they staggered as they walked to the pitch. In the rumbling thunder, the audience could not hear them even if they cheered for them.

Raindrops hit Harry's glasses. Oh my God, how could he see the golden snitch in the midst of the raging storm? The Hufflepuff team walked across the pitch, wearing canary-yellow robes.

The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands, and Diggory smiled at Wood, who now looked like he had trismus, and he just nodded.

Harry saw Lady Hooch's mouth: "Broomstick." He pulled his right foot out of the mud and stepped onto the Wheel 2000. Mrs. Hodge put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard, making a shrill whistle that sounded like it was coming from afar—the game had begun.