[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Time does not stop because of people's panic. Saturday came quickly, and there was a Quidditch match that morning between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

This time, the Slytherin team adheres to the principle of "No problem that can be solved with money is a problem." The generous Master Malfoy funded the purchase of the fastest Nimbus 2001 for the team and replaced it for himself. Here comes an opportunity to come to the front lines and experience the game first hand - Malfoy is now the Seeker of the Slytherin team.

This ability has greatly damaged the morale of the Gryffindor team. Every team member at the table in the auditorium is taciturn and nervous. No matter how other students cheer them on, their smiles in response are very stiff and unnatural.

Wood slammed the half sausage back onto the plate, looked around at each team member, and said: "Listen, the Slytherin team's brooms are better than us, that's undeniable. But the people on our brooms are better than them. We I trained harder than them and have flown in all kinds of weather conditions——"

Wood's chest heaved with excitement, and he shouted loudly: "We will make them regret letting that little villain Malfoy spend money to sneak into their team!"

"You're in good spirits, Mr. Wood." Malfoy stood at the long Slytherin table, pretending to arrange his team uniform, and turned to Wood and said.

"Look, even if you call me 'villain' impolitely, I still respect you as 'sir'." Malfoy said reservedly, "This is self-cultivation. I think the gap between you and me is probably not only Just money.”

After saying that, he nodded curtly at Wood, and walked away with his two big friends.

Wood's face turned red.

Ron expressed surprise at this and whispered: "Did Malfoy go to Snape specifically to learn the art of language?"

Hermione choked and comforted the Gryffindor players, saying, "Don't take it to heart! The Quidditch game is not about lip service."

Wood hurriedly came down the steps: "That's right! Real tricks on the playing field!" He said viciously, and swallowed half of the sausage on the plate in one gulp.

"It's up to you, Harry." He turned to Harry and filled Harry with a full plate of spaghetti himself. "Show them that as a Seeker, a rich dad alone isn't enough. Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy does, or die on the field. We must win today—must!"

After hearing this, Harry felt that he couldn't take a bite.

Tom patted him on the back comfortingly.

"Don't stress, Harry." One of the twins said, ignoring Wood's glare, "The game is not your business alone, we will all work hard."

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch field. The Gryffindor team members also walked to the locker room arm in arm.

It was a hot and humid day, with faint thunder rolling in the air. Tom had telescopes hanging around his neck and a copy of "Home Essentials: One Hundred Clever Household Magics" in his hand. Together with Ron and Hermione, he found a slightly empty seat in the stands and sat down. 7K妏揩

"I think it's going to rain," said Tom.

"This is good for Harry and the others, isn't it?" Ron said anxiously, "Harry and the others have trained many times on rainy days, but Slytherins never compete in bad weather -"

"Think about the equipment." Tom stood up and put the books and binoculars on the seat. "Slytherins will never be willing to spend money on broomsticks. I'm going to put some magic on Harry's glasses to prevent He couldn’t see clearly when it was raining.”

But when he ran down the stands and was about to enter the field, Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle at him: "Go back! The game is about to start. Anyone who has no interest in it should leave quickly!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi——"

"No—ok!" Mrs. Huo Qi waved at him, "Evacuate the competition venue immediately!"

Tom had no choice but to return to the stands angrily.

"It won't be that bad," Hermione said, but it was obvious that she wasn't too sure either.

In fact, it was so unlucky - not long after the game started, heavy raindrops fell from the sky. Thunder rolled, and dark clouds pressed down heavily, almost occupying the entire sky. The light suddenly became dim as if in the evening, with only a few lightning flashes across the sky briefly bringing light. The wind was howling so hard that people couldn't keep their eyes open. The lenses of the telescope were covered with rainwater, and the wiping speed couldn't keep up with the speed of the rainwater falling.

Ron had to complain at the top of his lungs to his friends next to him: "I can't see anything!"

Tom raised his wand straight up and shouted, "Invulnerable to fire and water!"

This move made him swallow a mouthful of cold wind and rain, but fortunately, the spell took effect quickly. An invisible semicircular cover with Tom as the radius enveloped them. The violent storm immediately moved away from them, and the rain formed along the spell. The frame flows down in an arc, like a transparent arc-shaped water curtain.

"Wow." Ron stretched out his hand curiously and took a hand of water. When he took his hand back, he miraculously found that his hands were dry again.

"I want to learn this!" Hermione immediately turned to him and said.

"Okay." Tom agreed readily, and then looked worriedly at the flying black dots in the sky, "I wonder how Harry is doing now."

Harry was feeling bad now - he felt like he was freezing, the rain was splashing on his glasses and running down the top of his head, and he could hardly see anything.

Not to mention that there was always a heavy Bludger following him with malicious intent - although the current team uniforms are all protected by protective spells, and when players are hit hard, the uniforms will expand to protect them, but This also means that he is disqualified from continuing the game and must come off the field and be replaced by a substitute player——

——The Gryffindor team has no substitute Seeker at all!

So he must find ways to carefully avoid every ball whizzing towards him, and try in vain to find the little golden elf - the Golden Snitch - in the rainstorm that makes it almost impossible to keep his eyes open.

George and Fred followed him crookedly in the wind, protecting him and rushing over again and again to knock the Bludgers away for him.

"It can't go down like this!" Fred shouted, "Someone did something to this Bludger!"

"We need a timeout!" George once again knocked away the Bludger that launched a new attack, and then took advantage of the gap to fly to Wood's side to signal to him.

Wood caught his signal.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle and the players fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" Wood wiped the rain off his face and asked breathlessly, "Slytherin is sixty points ahead - Fred, George, that Bludger prevented Angelina from scoring. Where were you two?"

"To stop another Bludger from murdering Harry." George said angrily. "There must be something wrong with that ball. It keeps chasing Harry - I dare say it must be Slytherin's doing."

Harry was busy shaking off his glasses when he heard Tom call his name. He put on his glasses and could barely see that Tom was quietly standing in the stand closest to the field, waving to him desperately.

Harry glanced at Mrs. Hooch but didn't pay attention, bent down and ran over.

"how--"

"Hand over your glasses!" Tom stretched out his wand and tapped Harry's glasses lightly, "Waterproof and moisture-proof! Okay, let's go..." After saying that, he ran away quickly to avoid being hurt by Huo Qi again. Madam caught.

Harry put on his glasses in confusion and found that this time the rain did not fall on the lenses at all, and the impact of the heavy rain on his vision was greatly weakened.

"Great!" Harry said to himself, suddenly feeling confident about the game again. It was still cold, but at least he could see.

"Let's ask for a change of equipment, Wood," he said, walking back to the team.

"If we stop now, it is very likely that we will be deprived of the qualification-" Wood hesitated for a moment, but quickly made up his mind, "Okay!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi!" He strode towards Mrs. Huo Qi, "We request to change the ball equipment! There is evidence that the Bludger has been tampered with, posing a serious threat to the life safety of our players."

Mrs. Hooch's eyes quickly glanced at the laughing Slytherins. Obviously, as soon as she heard such words, she couldn't help but suspect that the opposing team was secretly playing tricks.

"If you insist," Mrs. Hooch retracted her gaze and looked at Wood and said, "we will use the spare equipment. Of course, the previously used equipment will be sealed for post-match inspection. If there is no evidence to support your suspicions, , your scores for this game will be cleared."

Wood swallowed and bit his cheek tightly.

"I'm sure." He stood up straight and said without looking back, "I trust the judgment of my players."

Mrs. Hooch nodded to him, then waved her wand to capture the various balls flying around the court, put them back into the ball box, and then released a batch of new balls.

"When I blow the whistle, it means the game continues." Mrs. Hooch said, gesturing for the players from both sides to get on their broomsticks.

Fred patted Wood on the shoulder and said, "We can win."

Wood silently rode on the broom and looked around his team members. A ferocious expression gradually appeared on his face: "That group of rats who are so lazy and indolent that they can't fly with us...how dare they play dirty tricks and do tricks." ——”

He raised his arms and shouted angrily: "Fuck them!"

The morale of the Gryffindor team was suddenly lifted. The young wizards shouted out random words starting with the letter "F" with fierce smiles. They kicked the ground hard at Mrs. Hooch's whistle and rushed to the ground. Up in the sky.