The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This stormy weather is a disaster for the Gryffindor team.

Their captain, Wood, hadn't expected the bad weather, so he didn't prepare rainproof clothes. Although Fred and George could cast the water-proof spell on the spot, Harry was still a little powerless.

Harry's response to this weather was quite reckless, and his thin body seemed to be blown away by the strong wind at any time.

The grass was also a pool of mud, and the rubber boots hadn't even sunk into the mud. The rain slapped on Harry's glasses. Like a severely myopic patient who took off his glasses, he could only see the audience in a daze.

The cheers of the people for Harry and Cyrus, the love for Quidditch, and the roar of the storm merged together.

While the two teams were facing each other shaking hands, Harry wiped his glasses and noticed that there was some faint steam rising from Cyrus, who wasn't as cold as the rest of the world and was clenching his jaw.

"Are... aren't you cold..." Harry's teeth were chattering as he spoke.

"Me? This is a gift from Hermione. It has a heat preservation effect..."

Cyrus pulled up the silver wing pendant hanging around his neck, which glowed with a faint blue fluorescent light. Harry folded the pendant over his glasses to block the rain, and only then could he vaguely see "Sigel" on it.

'seriously?Is it still too late for me to find a girlfriend? 'Harry got into the Nimbus 2000 angrily.

With Mrs. Hooch's shrill whistle, the game begins—

"Welcome to Quidditch! In last year's game, 'Lightning' scored exactly more than 16 balls!" Jordan announced the opening of the annual game with a loud voice.

"If he wins, then we... might well see Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin! Sorry guys, I'm rooting for Gryffindor, but I'd like to see something different the match of..."

It used to be Gryffindor versus Slytherin, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw.

But this year it's the opposite.

"Oh, by the way, a piece of news... This year's 'Total War' competition is about to start, and you still have a month to go! The registration fee is three nuts, but the winner will get 50 Galleons!!"

Just when everyone was concentrating on the start of the game, with Lee Jordan's broadcast, the scene boiled up again, but for the players who had already flown, they couldn't hear what Jordan said clearly.

Thought the audience's cheers were aimed at themselves.

Three nits... very cheap, probably because the food prices in the wizarding world are comparable. The wizards who rarely read the campus notice boards jumped up excitedly after hearing the news.

Immediately ran to Ravenclaw to sign up.

"Jordan!!" McGonagall in the auditorium roared.

"Okay... let's shift our perspective to the field." Jordan shrank his neck and secretly stuck out his tongue, "Oh, my friends, when you were paying attention to the registration of the event, Lightning scored a goal!"

Colin used the rented panoramic binoculars to adjust and change the magnification. The lens image directly penetrated the heavy rain and water mist, and automatically played back the image of Cyrus scoring a goal.

That's the classic hang upside down smash.

"Ron... help me buy five silver Sickles, I'll buy Hufflepuffs" Colin opened his mouth and said without turning his head.

"You didn't support Gryffindor this time?!" Neville looked at him in horror, as if he saw some kind of traitor, "I'm sorry...I'll take a silver Thicke too..."

"It's not that I don't support it, it's that Harry really has no chance of winning." Colin's telescope was rented with six silver Sigrams, and he handed it to Neville.

Harry couldn't see anything because of the weather, and after Cyrus scored, he almost collided with George, the rain blurred his vision, and Harry could only see a cloud of color passing by. .

So not to mention the Golden Snitch...

"Tsk...George and Fred are betting on both sides..." Ron looked at the bill, a little displeased, "But I'm different! I believe Harry can win!!"

But he didn't have the money to bet.

"Looks like 'Lightning' is very adapted to this kind of weather..." Jordan roared, "he rode the sweeping seven stars to avoid the whizzing Bludger behind him! Can Wood defend it? It doesn't seem to be possible! Hufflepuff Leading by 20 points!!"

Cyrus!lightning!Cyrus!lightning! !

When the second goal was scored, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were already shouting rhythmically, and they could always achieve slogans in some weird places.

"Luna~ Don't you think it's weird?" Hannah squeezed to her side and saw the other party's decoration.

This Luna junior, who was a year younger than her, gently supported Cyrus and Hufflepuff with her mouth, but she did wear a Gryffindor lion hat on her head.

"I support everything~" Luna smiled sweetly, and did not hide her thoughts.

"Eh? The dog in the water is going to Gryffindor..." Hannah saw a big black and thin dog, clinging to the outermost wall, moving towards the empty space step by step.

"Maybe it's just lost?" Hannah tilted her head and glanced at the big black dog with some hesitation.

Each house distributes its own House hat in Quidditch, but for some reason, the Badger House hat looks like a cousin of Flathead: Wolverine the Wolverine.

Although the wolverine's head looks cute alone.

The race lasted only 10 minutes, and many people were already tired. For Cyrus, the only pressure was the rain that hit his face during the flight.

And getting closer to him, once Cyrus slowed down, he could see a faint trace left behind by the steam evaporated from his body.

Cyrus didn't even need to deliberately observe the surroundings, he could clearly predict the Bludger, and the Veles twins' targeted shot was deliberately guided by him, and he almost knocked Harry down when he dodged sideways.

Except that his hair and the raincoat on his body were wet, he didn't feel the biting cold.

All the players in the game looked like drowned chickens. Wood slapped his face, trying to wake himself up, while Cedric went all out to use his size advantage to compete for the Snitch.

Harry despaired.

But fortunately, Wood called a timeout. He found that Harry's condition was really bad, and touched his face with the back of his hand. It was unbearably cold!Like it was just fished out of a black lake.

"Hufflepuff leads by fifty points!" Wood ran to the changing room, and cast a warming spell on Harry with his wand, "We must find the snitch as soon as possible... Otherwise, the game won't be over until midnight."

To be honest, in this kind of weather, they no longer want to win.

It would be fine if there is no Cyrus, Angelina and Alia have no problems, but it is precisely this Cyrus, the 'substitute', that makes Wood feel at a loss.

No targeted measures have worked.

Perhaps there was only one way to overwhelm Cyrus: stop his broom from flying.

"It's not a big problem, Harry...it's not your fault." Wood waved his hand, and put a dry towel on Harry's head, "We don't have any plans for this kind of weather... Cyrus is an exception”

"Just go all out, anyway, I made an agreement with Cedric..."

In the last training session before the match, Wood and Cedric made a sneaky agreement that it doesn't matter who wins or loses, they must overthrow Slytherin.

"I'll fight for it," Harry said desperately, moving his frozen torso.

But everyone forgot that Harry was still wearing glasses, and they subconsciously ignored this inconspicuous thing, but the body was no longer stiff, which was enough for Harry.

So, he drove the Nimbus 2000 to a showdown with Cedric Diggory in the storm.

At the same time, Hermione frowned tightly, as if worried about the weather, and with a thunderclap, she tightly grasped the wand in her sleeve.