v3 Chapter 82： Raincoats are more than a beautiful thing!

Tom was halfway there when he suddenly realized something a little tricky. He turned his head and shouted to his teammates as loudly as possible: "Try not to fly too high after the game starts, I suspect there will be dementors in the sky - think about it, now the whole of Hogwarts is still infested. Is there a happier place than a Quidditch pitch? And those guys are starving..."

Speaking under the mask, the voice is inevitably a little muffled, but it can still be heard by teammates. When everyone heard the word "Dementor", they couldn't help trembling, and it seemed that some bad memories came to their minds.

"Probably not, how could Professor Dumbledore allow them to step into Hogwarts." Albert felt that Tom was making a big fuss - others could say, how could he not fly high as a Seeker? The high-altitude vision is better, not to mention that the Golden Snitch won't stop flying high in the sky because of the rain.

"The stadium is outside Hogwarts Castle, and there is indeed a possibility of trouble." Richie glanced at the towering stadium in front of him with a serious expression, but his expression was completely hidden by the mask, and no one could see it.

"Be careful." Rich had no choice but to ask everyone to take care of themselves.

Tom also had nothing to do with his teammates' disapproval and lay-flat strategy. He can't even blame them! Because there's nothing the teammates can do about it either - no one on this team can cast a Patronus Charm that's enough to drive out Dementors. Even if you stay vigilant, you can just escape faster. He can only hope that the previous Hogsmeade Incident has taught this group of Dementors a lesson deep enough to maintain restraint.

The team went into the locker room for the finishing touches. The players are either sitting in the locker room in a daze, or maintaining the broom, and some people are eating to prepare enough calories for the next game. The Gryffindor players in the locker room across the court were fairly uniform: they were all changing, swapping soaked robes for dry spares, and wiping the water off their bodies.

Although it will be drenched again after a while, it is better than standing in the lounge in the wet.

Tom was leaning against the door, wiping the raindrops off his broom, when he heard the door being knocked softly twice. He turned around to see Hermione beckoning from behind the door.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked as he came out of the locker room and stood in front of Hermione.

Hermione stretched out her hands and tidied up the placket of Tom's robe.

"The color of the clothes matches you well," she said without thinking, then cupped Tom's cheeks with both hands, and after scrutinizing it for a while, she whispered, "Note... Be careful, I will be there Looking at you below."

She stared at Tom quietly for a moment, touching her forehead with Tom's, "Don't be brave, I'll wait for you to come back."

After saying this, she turned her head and ran away quickly.

Standing at the door of the locker room, Tom watched Hermione's back gradually disappear on the spiral staircase, and listened to the sound of her footsteps melding into the sound of hundreds of feet overhead. At this time, a whistle sounded in the distance, and it was Mrs. Hooch who was calling up the players of the two teams.

Tom walked into the field with his teammates. They were all swayed by the wind as they walked, and the cheers in the stands were drowned out by the sound of thunder and rain. Wind and rain, nothing more.

Gryffindor players, dressed in red and gold robes, emerged from across the pitch to shake hands with Ravenclaw.

Wood keenly noticed the abnormality of the Ravenclaw team players, but he didn't have time to say anything before the game started.

Tom rode the Sweeping Seven Stars into the sky quickly, but he found that his broom seemed to be greatly disturbed, and the strong wind made it unable to respond very sensitively to his commands - it was like playing a game with a delay.

Tom tried his best to control the broom, squinting his eyes to find the Quaffle in the rain.

The narrator of Hogwarts was still Gryffindor Lee Jordan. Today's heavy rain could not dampen his passion for narrating. He was shouting hoarsely, trying to convey what he saw to the audience. .

Within five minutes of being in the air, Tom felt himself frozen. It would be even worse if the robe was not waterproof. Tom couldn't imagine what a bunch of monsters the Gryffindor team had been fighting against them in this weather.

The current scene is that Ravenclaw dominates, and in just five minutes, they have a 30-point lead. It is conceivable that if the comparison continues, the difference will be further widened.

I don't know how long it took, a flash of lightning flashed, and Mrs. Hooch's whistle came from the rain. It took a lot of effort for Rich to gather the players and land in the mud.

"Wood called a timeout." They ran to a small bulging shed and gathered together. After waiting for everyone, Rich told them a piece of good news: now they and Gryffindor have widened the difference to sixty points.

I don't know who raised a fire, and everyone gathered around the fire, trying to add some heat to themselves.

"They were amazing, they played bravely, but we had the advantage!" Ritchie praised the Gryffindor team by the fire. No one thinks there is a problem with this sentence. Everyone can see that the seven people in Gryffindor have become like chickens. With such a huge disadvantage, it is still awe-inspiring that they can still summon the courage and fighting spirit to tangle with the Ravenclaw team.

Ask yourself, the little wizard of the Ravenclaw team thinks that there is a high probability that he can't do it.

Of course, over time, the gap between the two sides will further widen. Physical pain cannot be healed by spirit and courage The cold will make their joints stiff and their movements sluggish and deformed. This cannot be changed by courage and fighting spirit. So Ravenclaw's advantage will only increase until the difference exceeds one hundred and fifty points.

"It's raining too much..." Harry shook his glasses in despair, "I can't see anything, there's almost no difference between wearing these glasses and not wearing them..."

At this point Fred walked up to Harry and put a waterproofing spell on his glasses.

"I should have thought," he tucked his wand back into his robe, "Waterproof Charm! I'm going to figure out how to attach a Waterproof Charm to my robe after this game with George."

Wood was so excited that he wanted to kiss Fred.

"Why not just go to the Muggle supermarket and buy a raincoat!" Harry thought desperately: in this weather, it would be a beautiful thing to have a raincoat!

Anyone with a little common sense knows that raincoats are much more practical than umbrellas when exercising in rainy days. It's a pity that no one in the entire team thought to prepare several raincoats.

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