Chapter 93

The next morning, Maka woke up from her dormitory bed.

To tell the truth, I sat in Lupin's office until the early morning last night. I didn't sleep long in total. At this moment, he yawned, put on his clothes again, and then left gently.

There are still a lot of things to do today, such as Quidditch, which will start in a minute.

The thunder outside was still continuous, and the fierce wind hit the outer wall of the castle. Of course, the windows were not spared.

Fortunately, hutchpatch's dormitories are all underground, and there are obviously no windows here - only many tiny vents are arranged in the corner to keep the air flowing.

But as soon as Maka came to the corridor on the first floor, she immediately found the roaring wind and rainstorm outside. They were obviously bigger than yesterday!

Maka used a waterproof spell on herself and walked towards the greenhouse rain or shine.

Most of the students had just got up when Maka took care of the flowers and came to the auditorium to fill their stomachs.

"Hey, Marca, I heard you're going to play today too?" Hermione found Marca walking towards Hufflepuff's table. She greeted her and asked curiously.

Harry and Ron followed, but neither of them looked very good.

Marca didn't know what Ron was thinking, but Harry's mood was easy to guess. Recently, he was probably bored by Sirius Black, as if everyone were telling him to be careful of being attacked.

In fact, I have to count Snape's black magic defense class yesterday.

He tried to belittle Lupin's teaching level in class, and even called her "know it all" again because Hermione kept raising her hand to speak, which made Hermione cry.

Of course, the worst is Ron. He couldn't help saying something to Snape. As a result, he was punished to wipe the nightpot in the school hospital - and magic is not allowed.

In comparison, Hermione's mood recovered the fastest.

"Yes!" Marka looked at Hermione and nodded. "At least I'm a member of hutchpatch. I have to make some contributions, don't I?"

Although this is just Maka's excuse, at least it is a very reasonable explanation, and no one will be surprised.

"Oh - I think so." Hermione smiled and encouraged. "I hope you and Harry can play their best, even though the weather is not very good."

"Thank you!" said Marca, walking over and hooking Harry's neck. "Don't care what's available or not, Harry. Be in a better mood. Come to me if you have any trouble. If you can, I'll help you out."

"It's better for Snape to speak less ill of Professor Lupin," Ron said suddenly. "For this, I wiped the nightpot for nearly two hours last night!"

When Maka heard the speech, she spread her hands and said, "I'm afraid I can't do it. Maybe no one's words will work except Dumbledore... As for Professor Lupin, he will come back for the defense against the dark arts class tomorrow."

"Oh, really?"

Harry finally showed a surprised expression, which was probably the only good news he had heard in the past two days.

"Yes, that's right," said Marca. "Can you always cheer up now? I'll be better in the game for a while, but I won't be merciful."

"Although Slytherin escaped the bad weather, from another point of view, at least we don't have to deal with Slytherin's small actions in the storm, which is also good, don't you think?"

Harry felt that what Marca said was really reasonable and couldn't help nodding.

Quidditch has always been a very popular sport. As usual, all the teachers and students of the school poured out to the stadium to watch the game.

They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch court, keeping their heads down against the wind.

But after all, not everyone can cover the whole body with a waterproof spell like Maka. Most people carry umbrellas against the storm. On the way, several people's umbrellas were blown away by the strong wind and blew all the way into the air.

But even so, they can't quench everyone's enthusiasm.

Cedric is making a pre match mobilization for everyone in hutchpatch's dressing room.

Speaking of, Maka knows that many spells can be used to slightly improve the level of the team in the rainstorm. It may be a foul in the official game, but it's relatively easy to drill a leak in the Quidditch cup at Hogwarts.

But he didn't have this idea. To put it bluntly, he didn't come to win.

After Cedric finished what he had to say, everyone went out of the dressing room and came to the entrance channel.

Maka stepped onto the broom with everyone and flew out into the dense rain curtain.

The wind is really strong, and almost everyone has been affected to varying degrees, even Maka is no exception. But he soon stabilized his figure, flew to the scene and stopped in the cheers of the audience.

Below, the two captains flew to the scene and shook hands with each other - Digory smiled at wood, but wood now looked as if he had closed his teeth. He just nodded and looked up at Maka from time to time.

Everyone can see that Maka's sudden competition has brought him great pressure.

Harry flew across the field, too, and Marcus nodded at him. Harry smiled, but his smile was stiff. The wind and rain on the field was too heavy, and it was quite cold. He felt that he was about to freeze.

Mrs. Hodge put the whistle to her mouth and blew it hard, making a sharp whistle. The whistle was covered with the sound of fierce rain and sounded more like it came from a distance.

The ghost flying ball flew high in the hazy rain, and the game began!

Maka was the first to move. The lightwheel 2000 he sat down accelerated in an instant, took him through the rain and rushed straight to the ghost flying ball.

He caught the ghost flying ball accurately and rushed towards the Gryffindor half court like a sharp knife.

The rainstorm can't live underground, everyone's vision is greatly limited, and Maka's speed is extremely fast. For a time, Gryffindor didn't even have time to see where Marca was.

Soon, Marca rushed directly in front of George Weasley.

George saw Maka clearly, but Maka was so fast that they almost hit each other!

At this moment, Maka's body tilted to the left, and the whole person slipped under the broom, as if hanging upside down on the broom. He and George narrowly passed by and stunned George.

After breaking through George, Maka immediately adjusted his figure and rushed directly to captain and goalkeeper wood before everyone else arrived.

Wood is under a lot of pressure, very much! But after all, he is an old player. At the moment, he barely controlled his mentality, defended seriously, and planned to stop Maka once.

"At least once! Once!" wood kept muttering, looking straight at the direction of Marca's rush.

It's close! Closer! Has entered the partition! He's going to pitch!

Wood tried to run to the left knocker, because Marca chose that side! It's so fast that it's impossible for him to change direction.

But in this almost impossible situation, Maka suddenly moved the broom handle to the right rear!

In order to increase the small arc deflection caused by high-speed steering, his whole body fell to the right, and the whole person was almost at a horizontal angle with the ground.

The light wheel 2000 quickly crossed an arc in mid air, and even the rain water was brought out of an arc.

The ghost flying ball was forcibly put into the right knocker by Maka. The first ten came into being in less than two minutes!

The commentator roared excitedly - such a difficult goal is rare in semi professional competitions!

But after five minutes, all the players were soaked from the inside out.

The weather is very cold, many people are frozen, and it is difficult to see other teammates, not to mention the long flying swimming ball.

Everyone was flying on the court. They could only see fuzzy red and yellow figures. They didn't know the progress of the game.

In the case of strong wind, the audience hid under their cloaks and umbrellas that had long been scattered by the wind, and the cheers were only vaguely audible.

Many players were almost knocked off the broom by the swimming ball. The heavy rain made everyone almost unable to open their eyes. They couldn't see the ball coming from the opposite side.

In fact, Maka has also been greatly affected. Apart from scoring a goal in good form at the beginning, he hasn't found any chance to get the ball.

Of course, it has a lot to do with his mind not focusing on the ball.

But even so, when he found that Katie bell, Gryffindor's chaser, was throwing the ghost flying ball to another teammate, Maka, who happened to fly by, intercepted the ball.

As time went by, unconsciously, the score had risen to 60-10, and Hufflepuff had led by a full 50 basic points.

Just then, Mrs. Hodge's whistle sounded with the first lightning since the opening.

On Gryffindor's side, Harry could vaguely see the outline of wood in the dense rain curtain. The other party was motioning to him to go down to the ground.

The whole team splashed down on the muddy field lawn.

"I called a pause!" wood yelled at the players. "Come on, down there -"

They crowded under a big umbrella on the edge of the court, and Hufflepuff on the other side also got under the other one. Both sides took advantage of the pause to hold an emergency meeting.

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed them on his robe.

"What's the score?" he asked.

"We're 50 points behind," Wood said. "I think we have to catch the snitch as soon as possible, or the score will continue to expand --"

"But I can't see at all - I can't see anything. I can't help it with my glasses!" Harry said dejectedly, waving his glasses.

Just then Hermione appeared next to Harry.