Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 80 Quidditch in the Rain

Soon, it was another full moon night.

Lupin's seat at the staff table was empty.

Most teachers know exactly what happened to that poor guy.

As for Anriel... sadly, he was called away to help Snape.

Because wolfsbane potion is a relatively complex potion with a very narrow range of applications...

The configuration process is not simple either.

Although the difficulty of mixing was not a problem for Snape, it was still very laborious.

So Snape asked Dumbledore to let Anriel come to help speed up his work...

"It seems that the inventor of the wolfsbane potion took it for granted that as long as the wolfsbane's body was weakened without killing them, it would be enough."

Anriel stirred the contents of the copper crucible and spoke to Snape, as if making small talk.

Anriel felt that drinking this potion was actually painful, and he wanted to improve the wolfsbane potion.

Snape wholeheartedly approved of this move.

It was definitely not because he felt sorry for Lupin because he saw how much pain he was in.

This is because when trying to develop or improve a new potion, there is a 90% chance that a new poison will be developed.

Snape was only too happy to help.

Then, he was also happy to see that Anriel took the blame after Lupin's death.

Anriel knew that his attainments in potions were not as good as Snape's, so he wisely stopped talking about this topic.

Apart from the "sick" Lupin, there was also a Quidditch match these days, which was also a big deal for everyone else.

Unfortunately, Anriel had no interest at all.

The match was between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and in such a stormy weather...

To be honest, Anriel didn't even want to go out.

However, Luna said she wanted to see...

Then go ahead.

Without saying a word, Anriel held up an umbrella that was bigger than the carriage shed, enough to prevent Hagrid, who was as big as him, from getting wet from above.

The point is not the umbrella, but the waterproof spell under the umbrella.

Wait… wouldn’t it be better to just let the weather clear up?

Anriel thought about it and gave up this overly ostentatious idea and decided to follow the laws of nature.

However, if I go to watch the game myself, Dementors won't sneak into the stadium, right?

The butterfly effect this will bring about will definitely not be small... It would be ridiculous if it causes Harry Potter to not be able to cast the Patronus Charm in the future.

However, if Harry Potter could not learn the Patronus Charm without experiencing these setbacks, it would only prove that...

He's a bit of a jerk.

She has no talent, her strategies are crude, her knowledge is not as good as Hermione's, and her courage is still that of Gryffindor.

With all these buffs put together, it’s hard to survive.

After considering for less than half a second, Anriel finally made a decision.

To hell with the butterfly effect, these trivial things are not as important as making your little angel happy.

......

The rain was pouring down, the wind was howling...

Fortunately, it was Anriel who held the umbrella for Luna, otherwise, with her seemingly fluttering little body, she might have been blown away...

As if no one was around, Anriel, who came to the main stand with his girlfriend, shrugged at Dumbledore.

"Sir, why are you out here watching the game in this weather?"

"Ah, on a whim...Come on, Anriel, you and Miss Lovegood sit over here."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the empty space next to him, and a large, comfortable armchair immediately appeared there.

Well, that's right.

Only one.

With Madam Hooch's whistle, everyone could hardly see anything except the wind and rain, and could only hear the sound of raindrops falling on various objects...

The ground, the stands, the tarpaulin, and the things that look like broomsticks...

Anriel narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracted, and focused on the thief like some kind of sophisticated high-frequency camera.

His eyes followed the little thing as it frantically shuttled through the raindrops and was blown to and fro by the gusts of wind.

The whistle sounded again and the game was temporarily suspended.

Anriel only looked at the Golden Snitch and didn't pay attention to the Quaffle.

Perhaps Wood thought the weather was too bad for their game, so he called a timeout.

Dumbledore turned his eyes away from Harry Potter who had landed on the ground and glanced at the crowd who were generally in low spirits.

But it seems that he is not worried about people, but about the possibility of...

Dementors?

Anriel didn't think much about it.

Because Luna curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

She seemed to be a little cold, so she squeezed into Anriel's arms again.

The peach-like little face rested on Anriel's chest, rubbing against it, looking extremely ambiguous.

Anriel doesn't care about the Quaffle anymore...

The rain kept falling, the whistle blew, and the players took off.

Harry Potter travels through the rainstorm, riding his wheel of light -

Racing in such weather is a real pain.

At this point, he could only sadly admit one thing, that is, Marcus was right. No matter which two teams played in this kind of weather, the winning rate of both sides would drop significantly.

It's so funny, the ball seeker can't even find the ball.

No… Hey, wait!

what is that?

Harry pressed down the handle of his broom and dived down...even if it was just a flash of light from a watch or a wand, he had to take a look first.

Wait...

Harry almost held his breath, although holding his breath was unnecessary in such heavy rain.

That little golden ball… was hanging behind Cedric.

Wood seemed to have mentioned to him before...

"He turns around really fast, so you have to..."

Lee Jordan didn't seem to notice the two Seekers - it was hard enough keeping track of the Chasers and the Quaffle that appeared and disappeared in the rain.

Take a deep breath...

Harry tried to calm his excitement... to calm himself... like a predator waiting for its chance.

He flew silently and low in an arc, outflanking Cedric from behind. Gryffindor was leading by 80 points...

If only he could catch the Snitch...

As long as he could catch the Snitch before Cedric could react and turn around...

This time the Quidditch Cup was almost certain to belong to them.

Twenty meters...

Ten meters... go around...

five meters...

Three meters...

……

Amid the sounds of the strong wind and heavy rain, Harry tried to minimize any sound he could make.