Hogwarts Lion Girl

On the Quidditch field, dark clouds gathered and intertwined over Hogwarts.

The first raindrop broke the silence and fell gently and silently on the lawn of the sports field.

Perhaps the prayers of the Gryffindor supporters worked, and the situation began to change subtly.

On the field, the Slytherin team did not seem to have anticipated this change in weather. Slytherin players rarely trained flying in bad weather.

Those players who once ran rampant on the field suddenly became restrained and had to be more cautious with every move.

Their brooms were no longer as smooth in the slippery air, their quick movements were now somewhat hesitant, and their continuity was also affected.

The Slytherin players were obviously at a loss in the wind and rain. The slippery brooms, the raindrops that stung their faces like needles, and the fog that kissed the court made them slower and slower, and their hesitant figures swayed in the air.

The Gryffindor players were like elves in the night, their performance in stark contrast to that of the Slytherin players.

Thanks to the hard training that Wood had arranged in advance, they interspersed dives and circles in their flight, not only adapting to the humid and heavy air, but even taking advantage of such harsh conditions.

Every time the Slytherin players tried to speed up, they slowed down again because of the unstable control of their brooms made slippery by the rain, which made it easy for the Gryffindor pursuers to approach. The ball flew across the field with their deft passes, and several times the Slytherin goalkeeper was at a loss and had to watch the ball pass through the goal and score.

As the rain gradually got heavier, every drop seemed like a blessing to the Gryffindor team.

The rain drops on the players' clothes and hit their faces, seeming to take away the tense worries and arouse a sense of strength in their hearts.

While the opponent was briefly confused by the weather, Gryffindor took advantage of the situation and played a smooth game.

Fred and George seemed to have regained their former tacit understanding. As they waved their brooms, they collaborated to make precise passes time and time again, saying goodbye to their previous confusion and embarrassment.

Their figures drew brave and determined tracks in the humid air, and every lightning-fast dash won cheers for Gryffindor.

In the wind and rain, Gryffindor's team spirit shines brightly. They are like a battleship breaking through the waves in a storm, steady and tenacious.

Trapped by the weather, the Slytherin team members could only watch the powerful warship passing by them, anxious but powerless to do anything.

As the game progressed, the Gryffindor supporters' faces were filled with pride and excitement, while the cheers from the Slytherin camp gradually faded.

Harry, as a Chaser, seemed to have regarded every drop of rain as a guiding torch.

And the Golden Snitch, shining in the rain under the dark clouds, seemed to become even more obvious.

After Harry's eyes caught the fleeting light, he sprinted forward, leaving clear traces in the air.

The audience's heartbeats quickened with his movements, and their breathing almost stopped for him.

As Harry got closer and closer to the Snitch, the balance of hope began to tip.

The rain got heavier, and everyone in Hogwarts seemed to be focused on this game in the wind and rain.

That light flashed across everyone's eyes, reflecting the nervous and anxious excitement, waiting for the arrival of that critical moment.

The air around Harry suddenly became tense. The cheers and shouts from the crowd continued, but were dispersed by an uneasy atmosphere in the next moment.

It was a crazy Bludger, its leather reflecting a psychedelic luster in the light, and it jumped irregularly around Harry like a will-o'-the-wisp with evil intentions.

No one can understand this sudden change, but everyone can feel the strong wind that is about to sweep everything away.

As if guided by some magnetic force, the Bludger would speed up every time it got close to Harry, bringing with it a surging destructive force, trying again and again to knock him down from the air.

The deafening shouts gradually turned into sharp cries, and Ginny's scream broke out in astonishment, the sound was subtle but penetrating.

In panic, her hand unconsciously grasped Salina's arm tightly, with such force, as if she wanted to get some comfort from this tense scene.

At the same time, Harry's pupils constricted and a barely perceptible trace of anxiety flashed across his face.

The crazy Bludger seemed to care nothing about its surroundings, and its madness made the game dangerous and urgent.

With every impact, the audience's heartbeat quickened, and they couldn't help but worry about Harry.

At this critical moment, Harry demonstrated extraordinary flying skills. His broom flipped and dodged deftly in the air, and every time he dodged the Bludger's attack, he escaped danger by the hair's breadth.

However, the Bludger seemed to have the power to chase after souls and take their lives. No matter how Harry accelerated or changed his tactics, it followed him like a shadow and refused to give up.

The eyes of the whole audience followed them closely and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Harry's eyes reflected the rapidly spinning Bludger, which, as if under a spell, launched a paranoid and ferocious pursuit.

Harry gripped the handle of his broom tightly, his heart beating like a drum in his ears. He knew he had to fly higher to escape the malicious pursuit.

At this moment, Harry's figure shot into the sky like an arrow. The wind under the broom blew past him quickly, lifting up his hair and the corners of his robe.

Behind him, the Bludger followed closely, like a lonely and persistent meteor, determined to catch up at all costs.

Harry pressed his body downward, accelerated forward, and turned sharply again, hoping that the sudden change would cause the Bludger to lose its target.

Even though he had practiced this dodging technique many times, he still felt a little worried at this moment, because the aggressiveness displayed by the Bludger was much stronger than expected.

Harry flipped in the air and left his original trajectory.

The audience couldn't help but gasp as they saw the Bludger seem to have eyes, locking onto Harry's shadow and refusing to let go.

Harry's broom rose diagonally in a thrilling moment, drawing precise and rapid arcs under the watchful eyes of the crowd, trying to use speed and height to get rid of the ball that was following him like a shadow.

The audience stared nervously, and even their breathing seemed to become heavy.

The Bludger seemed to be enraged. It became more and more courageous as it was defeated. Its speed did not decrease at all. It even made a sharp whistling sound in the air, making it seem even more ferocious.

Ron frowned, a flash of anger crossed his face, and he raised his fist in the air, as if he wanted to hit an invisible opponent.

"Damn it! Someone must have tampered with that Bludger! Why is it chasing Harry all the time? There must be something wrong!" His voice was high-pitched and angry, and his indescribable frustration at the unfair match and hostility made the audience nearby involuntarily look at him with sympathy and support.