HP Magic Biography

Harry woke up very early the next morning; it was still dark outside because it was so early. He thought at first that the howling wind had woken him, then he felt a cold gust of wind on the back of his neck, and he sat up in a jiffy—with the teasing Peeves floating beside him, blowing hard into his ears.

Why are you blowing like that? Harry asked angrily.

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

Harry reached for his alarm clock and looked at it. It was half past four. Cursing at Peeves, Harry rolled over, intending to go back to sleep; but now that he was awake, it was difficult to fall back asleep, and he couldn't ignore the rumble of thunder in mid-air, the sound of the wind hitting the castle walls, and the distant The sound of trees snapping in the Forbidden Forest. In a few hours, he would be outside on the Quidditch pitch, fighting in the wind. Finally he gave up the idea of ​​going back to sleep, got up, got dressed, picked up his Nimbus 2000, and walked out of the dormitory quietly.

Harry opened the door and something brushed past his feet. He bent down and just in time grabbed the tip of Crookshanks' shaggy tail and pulled it out.

You know, I think Ron was right to be on your guard, said Harry suspiciously to Crookshanks. There's a lot of rats out there, go catch them. Go, he added, throwing Crookshanks away. Shan pushed down the spiral staircase, Don't disturb Ban Ban.

In the common room, the sound of the storm was louder. Harry knew that games couldn't be called off, Quidditch games weren't canceled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. Even so, he was beginning to feel terrified. Especially the little note that Malfoy had slipped him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which, I have to say, was pretty ugly.

Although Fan Lin told Harry not to worry too much and that Dumbledore would also be present, Malfoy just wanted to scare you.

But Harry still cared a lot about it, and it made Harry feel bad, like the weather outside.

Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to him in the corridor once; Diggory was a fifth year student, much bigger than Harry. Seekers are usually light and fast runners, but Diggory's weight was an advantage in this weather because he wouldn't be blown off his feet.

Harry whiled away the hours in front of the fireplace, getting up every now and then to keep Crookshanks from sneaking up the boys' dormitory stairs again. Finally, thinking it was almost time for breakfast, Harry made his way to the portrait hole alone.

After finishing a large bowl of porridge, he refreshed a bit, and when he started to eat toast, the rest of the team members also came.

This game is going to be intense, Wood said, unable to eat anything.

Don't worry, Oliver, Arya reassured him, we don't mind a little rain.

This is not a little rain. In the UK, it is still difficult to see such a heavy thunderstorm. For this reason, Hermione is very worried about Harry. What if Harry is really struck by lightning like Malfoy drew? It's dangerous to come down or something.

But apart from Fan Lin, no one listened to Hermione. Quidditch matches always attract so much attention, and they will not cancel Quidditch because of the weather. This is the magical world, as long as there is still energy, There was nothing Madam Pomfrey could not cure.

Quidditch was extremely popular, so the whole school, as usual, turned out to watch the game, running across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads down against the high wind as their umbrellas were knocked out of their hands on the way. blown away.

Damn ghost weather! Hermione was dissatisfied,

Her umbrella was blown away.

It's really bad! Fan Lin took out his wand, a stream of water spread upward along the tip of the wand, and soon formed an umbrella shape in this small square of sky.

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

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

How did you do it? asked Hermione. I don't remember a spell that does it.

In fact, it's just a very simple application of magic power. It doesn't need any magic structure, just control the water.

Is it because you are still a water attribute warlock?

Not exactly... Fan Lin touched his nose, You can do it too, but it won't be so great if you pay the same magic power.

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

Where's your scarf? Fan Lin asked, but he didn't need to answer. He untied his scarf and let Hermione tie it on carefully.

You... you know... I don't need it... Fan Lin said, scratching his head with his hands.

Yeah. Hermione whispered, she was a little nervous.

You two... Ron cried, Fan Lin, can you hold your wand properly, the umbrella made of your magic power hits your face really cold.

Ron looked as if he had been drenched by a bucket of water. When Fan Lin tied Hermione's scarf with his hand, he forgot to put away his wand, so all the condensed water hit Ron's body because the wand was placed horizontally.

Holding... sorry... Fan 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 wanted to cheer for Harry's game, but he wanted to finish early and go back to take good care of Buckbeak.

Poor Buckbeak is about to be tried. Because of the Malfoy family, Hagrid will go to the Ministry of Magic to attend a hearing in the near future. Although Dumbledore will not expel him, Buckbeak is likely to be punished by magic. Execution of all people who hurt the Malfoy family, this matter is not so easy to solve.

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

Raindrops hit Harry's glasses. God, how could he see the Snitch in the midst of the storm? The Hufflepuffs came towards them from across the field in canary-yellow robes.

The two captains came forward to shake hands; Diggory smiled at Wood, but Wood looked as if he had lockjaw now, and he just nodded.

Harry saw Mrs. Hooch mouthing, Get on the broomstick. He pulled his right foot out of the mud and stepped onto the Nimbus 2000. Mrs. Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew hard, and there was a shrill whistle that sounded like it was coming from afar—the game was on.

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