HP Magic Biography

　　 The next morning, Harry woke up very early; because it was too early, it was still dark outside. At first he thought it was the roaring wind that awakened him, and then he felt a cold wind around the back of his neck, and he sat up all at once-the puppet was floating beside him, blowing into his ears vigorously.

"Why are you blowing like this?" Harry asked angrily.

Pippi bulged his cheeks and blew more vigorously, then spun out of the room, giggling.

Harry touched his alarm clock and looked at it. Half past four. Harry cursed Pippi, turned over and decided to go to sleep again; but since he was awake, it would be very difficult to fall asleep again. He couldn't ignore the thunder rumbling in the air, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the distance. The sound of trees breaking in the forbidden forest. In a few hours, he was going to the Quidditch field outside, fighting in the wind. Finally he gave up the idea of ​​going to sleep again, got up, got 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, grabbed the tip of Crookshank's hairy tail in time, and pulled it out.

"You know, I think Ron was right to guard against you." Harry said suspiciously to Crookshanks. "There are many mice here. Go catch them. Go," he added, shaking Crookshan. The mountain pushed down the spiral staircase, "Don't be alarmed."

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

Although Fanlin told Harry not to worry too much, Dumbledore would also be there, Malfoy just wanted to scare you.

But Harry was still very concerned about this matter, which made Harry feel bad, just like the weather outside.

Wood once pointed Cedric Diggory to him in the hallway; Diggory was a fifth-grade student, much bigger than Harry. Seekers are usually those who run lightly and fast, but Diggory's weight is an advantage in this kind of weather because he won't be blown out of place.

Harry spent the hours in front of the fireplace, getting up from time to time to prevent Crookshanks from sneaking up the stairs of the boys' dormitory. Finally, thinking that it was almost time for breakfast, Harry went to the portrait hole alone.

After drinking a large bowl of porridge, he felt a little more energetic, and when he started eating toast, the other members of the team came.

"This game will be fierce." Wood said, unable to eat anything.

"Don't worry, Oliver," Alia comforted him, "We don't care if it rains a little bit."

This is not a bit of rain. In the UK, such a heavy thunderstorm is still hard to see. For this reason, Hermione is very worried about Harry. In case it really looks like Malfoy drew it, Harry was struck by lightning. What about coming down? It's dangerous.

But except for Fanlin, no one listens to Hermione. Quidditch games are always so attractive, and they will not cancel Quidditch because of the weather. This is a magical world. As long as there is still anger, There is nothing that Madam Pomfrey can't heal.

Quidditch is extremely popular, so all the teachers and students from the school came out as usual. To watch this game, they ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, holding their heads low to resist the wind, because their umbrellas were taken from their hands by the wind on the way Blown away.

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

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

This umbrella is big enough to cover everyone around, of course, except for Hagrid.

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

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked. "I don't remember any spells that can be done."

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

"Is it because you are still a water attribute warlock?"

"Not exactly..." Fanlin touched his nose, "You can do it too, but it won't be that great for the same amount of magic."

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

"Where's your scarf?" Fanlin asked, but he didn't need to answer. He untied his scarf and fastened Hermione carefully.

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

"Yeah." Hermione said quietly, she was a little nervous.

"You two..." Ron was crying, "Fanlin, can you hold your magic wand, your magic umbrella is really cold on your face."

Ron looked like he was drenched in a bucket. When Fanlin used her hand to tie a scarf to Hermione, he forgot to put away his wand, so all the condensed water hit Ron's body because the wand was placed horizontally~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Hug...Sorry..." Fanlin said, and Hermione laughed at once.

"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 end early and then go back to take good care of Buckbeak.

Poor Buckbeak is going to be tried. Because of the Malfoy family, Hagrid will go to the Ministry of Magic to attend the hearing after he is not there. Although Dumbledore will not expel him, Buckbeak is likely to be magical Putting to death and hurting the Malfoy family, this matter is not so easy to solve.

The wind was so fierce that they staggered when they reached the court. In the rumble of thunder, even if the audience cheered for them, they could not hear it.

The rain fell on Harry's glasses. My God, how could he see the golden snitch in the storm? The Hefpaff team walked towards them from across the court. They were wearing canary yellow robes.

The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake hands with each other; Diggory smiled at Wood, but Wood now looked as if he had suffocation, he just nodded.

Harry saw Madam Hooch's mouth: "Go to the broomstick." He pulled his right foot out of the mud, and stepped on the smooth wheel 2000. Madam Hooch put the whistle to her mouth, blew it hard, and made a sharp whistle, which sounded like it was coming from a distance-the game began.

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