Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Text Volume Chapter : What Will He Do? The first Quidditch match is approaching day by day, and the weather is getting worse and worse.

It was so bad that a hailstorm hit Harry and the others, as if God was tolerant.

Seven Firebolts were roaring and hovering over the Quidditch pitch. The brave and fearless Gryffindor team was braving the heavy rain with stubble in the sky. Harry's glasses with waterproof and moisture-proof charms on his face were in this kind of situation. It doesn't seem to have any good effects under the weather.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Morriss." Mrs. Ho Qi happily sat next to Iger. The warmth within a few meters around Iger was as warm as spring, and the rain even reached the tops of several people's heads and took the initiative to bypass it.

"You're so polite. We should be the ones thanking you." Iger grinned: "You are willing to guide our academy team's training in such bad weather."

"The main reason is that I can't refuse Professor McGonagall's request. After all, she was also my teacher at the time." Mrs. Hooch laughed.

"Yeah, so you should know her better than we do. Normally it's fine, but once it comes to the honor of the academy," Iger spread his hands and said, "I'm not surprised if she does anything crazy."

"Yes." Mrs. Huo Qi nodded with deep sympathy: "This year's competition is very exciting when I think about it. Oh my god, there are more than a dozen Firebolts. It was so crazy from the beginning. I also saw Professor Sprout in a similar mood that day. It's very bad, she seems to want to donate her savings to equip Hufflepuff, but she seems to be a little overwhelmed with seven Firebolts."

"If Hufflepuff also has students like you who originally thought the college would pay for it, I think their student team shouldn't be bad either." Mrs. Hooch said with a smile.

Iger also kept smiling with embarrassment. You may not believe it, but I did it because I used the back door.

A sharp whistle sounded, and Wood walked in with an unlucky look on the edge of the field.

"What happened?" The twins flew down from mid-air in a furious manner. Perhaps because of the Firebolts, the two who originally criticized Wood the most for training in this weather were training very seriously.

"We won't be playing against the Slytherin team." Wood said angrily.

"Why" In the audience, Egg, Hermione, Ron and Seamus poked their heads out and saw a row of little heads placed on the railings from a distance, which was very funny.

"Flint just came to me. We have to play against Hufflepuff first." Wood said angrily: "He said that their seeker injured his arm two days ago, so he couldn't compete. It's obvious that they Think this weather will reduce their chances of winning."

The storm was raging crazily overhead, and they could hear rumbles of thunder in the distance as Wood spoke.

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Egger twitched the corner of his mouth: "It sounds like they can win if the weather is nice."

"He's fine at all," Harry shouted angrily, "He's just pretending, not to mention my arm is fine."

"Yes, we all know, but we can't prove it, and they have the certificate issued by Professor Snape" Wood said bitterly: "Obviously we were trained according to the tactics against Slytherin, but in the end we had to deal with Hercules. Chipachi, their tactics are completely different and especially their new captain and seeker, Cedric Diggory, we don’t understand at all”

In the team, Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie suddenly started to giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" Wood looked over with annoyed eyes.

"He's the tall handsome guy, isn't he?" Angelina asked with a smile.

"Sturdy and quiet," Katie said, and several of the Chaser girls chuckled again.

"He doesn't like to talk because he is too stupid to form sentences." Fred said impatiently, seeming to be unhappy with Angelina's reaction: "I don't know what you are worried about, Oliver, Huh?" Chipachi is just a piece of cake. Last time we competed with them, Harry caught the Golden Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"

"Our situation was completely different at that time." Wood shouted loudly, his eyes bulging slightly: "This time Diggory has organized a strong lineup. He is an excellent seeker. I'm afraid you all have to realize this. We must not Relax we have to focus Slytherin wants to disrupt us and we have to win"

"Calm down, Oliver," Fred said in panic. He would rather face Egg when he was angry than Wood at this time.

After all, Egg will only tell them to get lost when he is angry, but when Wood is angry, they will face endless training.

"What are you afraid of because we have Firebolts?" Ron stretched his head and shouted downwards: "And Harry"

"Yeah, you're right." George shouted in the direction of Egg and the others, then looked at Wood and grinned: "Look, relax, even fools know that we will win."

Ron turned his head and looked at Egger in confusion: "Did he just say something bad?"

"The thunder was too loud, I didn't hear clearly." Iger looked confused.

The day before the game, the wind was howling over the Quidditch pitch, and the rain was falling harder than ever. The corridors and classrooms were too dark, and there were many more torches and candles than usual.

Not far away, the Slytherin team members all showed gloating expressions. Malfoy, whose relationship with Harry and others had eased a lot, once again stood on the opposite side of them because of his position, watching Harry wink.

"Oh, I hope my arm can get better soon." As he said this, Malfoy looked at the window that was constantly making noise as it was hit by the strong wind: "I really want to experience the thrill of this weather competition."

"In that case, let me show you how your arm is doing." Egg turned his head and glanced at Malfoy, whose scarlet eyes made Malfoy tremble.

"No, no," laughed twice, and the Slytherin players hurried away.

Harry was preoccupied with the next day's game and had no time to think about anything else.

Wood came to Harry from time to time to give him advice, hoping that Harry could win the game stably.

"The speed advantage of our Firebolt can't be used at all in this damn weather." Harry sent Wood away with some annoyance: "Our new broomstick is completely meaningless if this continues."

"Although e flies well, I don't understand much about competitions." Egg held his chin and glanced at Harry: "So as long as it's sunny, you won't have any problems at all, is that right?"

"Of course, unless the Golden Snitch flies into Cedric's hands, they have no chance of winning." Harry nodded.

"If it just changes the weather, I think I can help." Egg nodded thoughtfully.

"Really?" Harry jumped up excitedly and looked at Egg with bright eyes.

"Of course, this is not a big problem." Egg nodded.

"Great, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry's face flushed with excitement, a bit like Ron when he was embarrassed.

"You didn't even ask me." The corner of Iger's mouth twitched.

Harry left happily, he couldn't wait to bring the good news to the rest of the team.

"Change the weather" Hermione looked at Egger doubtfully: "Can such a thing be done?"

"Don't I have that wishing technique?" Egger laughed.

"There shouldn't be any obvious changes in the weather that lasts for more than half a month. Although you said you can summon shooting stars, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the weather." Hermione wrinkled her nose and said, the little girl said to Egg He is very confident, so naturally he doesn't want to see him break his promise to others.

"As long as it's a small amount, it'll be fine." Egg nodded.

At night, in the Quidditch stadium, Egg set up a table despite the heavy rain. On the table were a freshly slaughtered cow and a lot of fruits of different colors.

Egg clasped his hands together and muttered something.

After a long while, Iger clapped his hands gently, and a raging flame suddenly burned under the long table, swallowing up all the tributes on the table in an instant.

"Is this really effective?" Hermione held an umbrella and looked at Egger doubtfully.

"Probably" Iger spread his hands.

He is not very interested in this kind of magic. It is a magic method from Southeast Asia, which is somewhat similar to the way ancient Chinese magicians used to pray for rain.

Strictly speaking, there is not much demand for strength, it all depends on whether the tribute you give is sufficient. Of course, if the petitioner has more magic power, it will definitely be more advantageous.

"If Harry's skills are good enough, I think I should be able to buy the time they need to compete." Iger smiled: "But changing the weather for a long time will be very troublesome."

"How long can you fight for?" Hermione looked at Egg curiously.

"If you are lucky in the e wind direction, it will take about an hour. If you are not lucky, it will take half an hour." Egg said with a smirk on his face: "If he can't catch the Golden Snitch within half an hour while riding the Firebolt, then he'd better stop riding. , let me do it instead.”

The next day, early in the morning.

Perhaps it was the prayer spell that Iger made the day before that really worked. There was only a dense layer of dark clouds in the sky, but there was not a drop of rain. Despite this, the cold and humid October air made the students generally feel uncomfortable.

"not bad"

In the lounge, Wood looked at the sky outside the window eagerly: "Harry, you must catch the snitch as soon as possible and end the game as quickly as possible, you know."

Harry nodded, his face serious.

"Thank God, Iger really did it. It didn't rain today. Although the weather is not particularly good and the visibility is not very high, it is still better than rainy days." Wood mumbled and put on his team uniform.

"Okay everyone," Wood looked at everyone in the room: "In the last year, I don't have much to say. Last year and the year before last, we won the championship very well."

"Don't say too much, at least don't let me end this year with regrets." Wood nodded vigorously, as if to cheer himself up.

"Oh, it's so touching, I can't help but laugh." Fred said with a smile.

"Okay guys, it's our turn." Angelina picked up the broom: "Why the hell can't our academy find a male chaser? We girls have to go head-to-head with each other every time."

"When we send Oliver away and you become the captain, I think it should be fine." George said with a smile, "Hurry up, I can't wait."

"Let's go, guys, cheer up, especially you, Harry." Wood waved his fist and walked out of the room first.

Harry was a little listless: "You can't blame me. I was woken up by Peeves this morning. Damn that guy. If I hadn't caught him, I wouldn't have been able to catch him."

swish swish

Stacks of Firebolts shot out from Gryffindor's entrance, and the stadium suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Listen to my whistle." Mrs. Huo Qi stood in the center of the field and looked around: "Three two one"

The brown-red Quaffle was thrown high, and the game started instantly.

Angelina rushed forward to grab the Quaffle at the beginning of the game. She quickly avoided the interceptions of three Hufflepuff chasers and passed the ball to Katie, who was rushing straight ahead.

"The game has begun. The biggest excitement of this game is the Firebolt. The Gryffindor players are riding their Firebolt to represent Gryffindor House. The broomstick book says that the Firebolt is the national team this year. The broom of choice at the World Cup”

"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted, and Egger suddenly laughed out loud in the stands.

"No problem, Professor, give me some background information. By the way, the Firebolt has a built-in automatic braking device, okay."

"Jordan" Professor McGonagall's voice was filled with annoyance.

In the stands in the distance, a group of Malfoy students from the Slytherin team were also looking at the Gryffindor team with serious expressions.

Wood looked at this year's Hufflepuff team with some fear. He noticed that the opposing players on the field today did not have very good skills, but they were very strong in physique, which gave him a bad feeling.

Sure enough, soon, the other three chasers gave up the fight for the Quaffle and went all out to intercept Angelina and the others. Harry was also stared at by Cedric blocking the way.

"Now that Gryffindor has the ball, Gryffindor's Katie Bell is about to shoot with a header. Oh no, she was intercepted again. Hufflepuff seems to have given up on their usual regular play and started to use S Letling’s damn rhino tactics.”

There was a burst of gloating laughter in the Slytherin stands, and Angelina angrily avoided the other party's entanglement.

The opponent does not watch the ball and only focuses on people, which makes Angelina and others afraid. They are often stuck in front of the opponent when they are speeding up. The desperate play of the little badgers makes Angelina and the others afraid of flying.

At the same time, Harry also looked annoyed at being pestered by Cedric. This rogue tactic was very disadvantageous for his small body.

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A Bludger was whipped hard towards Cedric by Fred, and at the same time Fred's voice rang out.

"Show him how fast you are, Harry."

Instinctively, he felt that this was not a good thing to say, but Harry still accelerated instantly, gave up looking for the Golden Snitch, and began to fly around the field in a large circle.

Cedric narrowly dodged the Quaffle that was hitting him. Seeing Harry hovering around the field, he reluctantly gave up the fight. He would suffer a lot if he tried to use speed.

The top speed of the Firebolt can reach 1500 kilometers per hour, but he is only riding a light wheel

The game had been deadlocked for nearly half an hour. Thunder sounded in the distance. Egger narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the sky.

Looks like he's a bit unlucky.

"The current score between the two sides is 50 to 30. Judging from the weather, if it rains heavily next, it will have a very negative impact on Gryffindor's original speed advantage." Jordan's shouting continued, and then his The voice sounded again.

"Wait, is that Ege? What is he going to do?"

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