October is here, and the wet chill permeates the grounds and seeps into the castle.

A sudden flu spread among the professors and students left the school doctor, Ms. Pomfrey, scrambling. Her pick-me-up had an immediate effect, but those who drank it would smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Astoria has been ill lately, and has been forced by Harry to drink some pick-me-ups.

"It was like this, we were in the Gryffindor common room. ”

"I said, hurry up and drink it. ”

She said, no, I don't. ”

"I said, drink it, you'll be healthy, be good. ”

She said, don't, it's so bitter, these things are so unpleasant, brother, I don't want it. ”

"And then I took her in my arms and fed her, and she struggled, and then, you came in......"

"You have to trust me, Uncle Policeman, phew, Miss Policeman. Harry looked at Hermione interrogated.

Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief, "Really? You're really not doing anything weird?"

Hermione pulled Astoria behind her, looked at Harry warily, and asked, "Astoria, is what he said true?"

Astoria straightened Harry's messed up magic robes and said with a grin, "Really, my brother didn't do anything but open my mouth and make me drink some strange liquid." ”

Harry: "⊙▽⊙"

Hermione: "Σ⊙▃⊙ Chuan"

"Help. "In the huge common room, Harry was being chased by Hermione.

Lovely Astoria clapped her hands happily on the side: "Sister Hermione, come on, catch up." ”

............

The rain of bullets crackled on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days.

The lake in front of the castle was rising, the flowerbeds were filled with mud, and the pumpkins that Hagrid had planted continued to swell for magical reasons, and each one had to be the size of a trellis.

However, the enthusiasm for Quidditch training in the various houses did not diminish this, so Harry saw Malfoy return from training on a stormy Saturday evening a few days before Halloween.

He was drenched and covered in mud.

"Yo, Malfoy, how does it feel. Harry greeted with a smile.

Malfoy's pretty hair stuck to his face, and he looked at Harry viciously, "You're so annoying. ”

Harry rolled his eyes, "Falling into a well and pouring salt into a wound, isn't that your specialty?" ”

Malfoy's breath was choked, he was right, he couldn't refute it.

Malfoy still had time to be in a daze, completely forgetting what he was like now, and Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

"Cleanliness. ”

A breeze blew, and Malfoy's body dried.

"I don't need your help. ”

"Well, who are you with, you stinky brother. Harry squeezed Malfoy's face vigorously.

......

"Malfoy, what's wrong with your face?" Gobb looked at Malfoy's cheeks with many red marks as he ate.

Malfoy pulled two mouthfuls of food into his mouth and said, "I accidentally fell off during Quidditch training today......"

......

The next day, Sunday.

It was drizzling outside the window.

Harry and Astoria arrived at the pitch early in the morning.

Ever since she learned about the sport of Quidditch, she immediately fell in love with it.

Maybe she likes the feeling of flying in the sky, so she likes flying lessons the most.

She also often goes to the stadium to watch the team practice and enjoys it.

So, even though it was raining today, she was still in high spirits.

Harry cast a "rain spell" on himself and Astoria, a "wind spell", and a "warmth spell on himself." ”

Don't ask how these spells exist, the wizarding world, unscientific is the main theme.

Astoria stood in the rain, curiously watching as the rain dripped on her, only to be separated by a layer of intangibles.

It's like forming a circle of light all over the body.

Harry also wanted to use the Rain Charm on Zhang Qiu, but she refused, she was training, how could she do that.

That's why Harry didn't like Quidditch like that.

It's just training, but training in the heavy rain is a complete sin.

In the Muggle world, basketball and soccer games don't mean that athletes train in the rain or bad weather.

When they play, the stadium is in the gymnasium, where will the rain be.

After Zhang Qiu sat on the flying broom and flew up, he suddenly couldn't feel the rain, but the rain was still falling.

Looking at Harry, he was waving happily, and Astoria was waving his hand in the same way.

Zhang Qiu was helpless, but fortunately, the team members had been flying in the sky and didn't pay so much attention.

Although Harry and the others were already immune to the rain, Astoria couldn't help but cling to Harry, holding his arm, as if warmer.

"Brother, isn't Quidditch weird. Astoria simply tilted her head into Harry's arms, it was more comfortable.

"Why do you say that? Harry pressed his chin against Astoria's head.

"The rules say that the Seeker must catch the Golden Snitch before it can be over, isn't there a problem that the longest recorded tournament in the book took three months for the Seeker to catch the Golden Snitch in the desert?"

"yes, it's a loophole, and the rules aren't perfect. This is a far cry from the well-established rules of sport of Muggles. But that should change in the future. ”

"What kind of sports do Muggles have?" Astoria intrigued.

"They, that's a lot, table tennis, volleyball, football, javelin, swimming, rowing, ......"

Astoria grew her mouth and was stunned, feeling like a dirt bun entering the city.

As he spoke, Harry thought of the poor lack of entertainment culture in the wizarding world, no movies, no television, no comics, and only Quidditch and wizarding chess could be used. The wizard people are living too miserably, and they must be liberated.

I don't know if I can't bring something, mahjong, poker, or something else.

After the training, Zhang Qiu ran directly.

lest your teammates notice that they weren't caught in the rain at all.

The teammates were soaked, but they didn't have anything to do, and the kind-hearted Zhang Qiu fell into guilt.

......

Evening, Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Everyone has gone to bed.

Ron snuck up, turned on a small light, and looked back to see that everyone else was asleep.

Then spread out a notebook.

It's one of his secrets.

A few days ago, he somehow got lost and walked to a deserted classroom.

He found the journal.

He brought it back by the devil.

Later, he discovers that the diary can actually talk to him.

It was as if he had found a good friend to talk to, and he told all his thoughts to the soul named Reald in the book.

Envy and even jealousy of Harry, jealousy of his brother Percy, distress of broken wands, hatred of Professor Lockhart, fear of Snape......

Snape had punished me the other day for wiping down the silverware in the prize showroom...... Hey, something seems familiar......

Ron shook his head, feeling that he hadn't been in good spirits lately, and he was dizzy. Looks like I've caught a cold too, so I'll go to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow for a pick-me-up.

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