Chapter 228 (1/2)

The next morning, Harry woke up early; it was too early, and it was dark outside. At first he thought it was the roaring wind that woke him up. Then he felt a cold wind in the back of his neck, and he sat up all of a sudden - the teasing Pippi was floating around him, blowing hard into his ears.

”Why are you blowing like that Harry asked angrily.

Pippi puffed his cheeks and blew harder. Then he spun out of the room and giggled.

Harry felt his alarm clock and looked at it. half past four. Harry swore at Pippi, turned over and tried to sleep again; but now that he was awake, it was difficult to fall asleep again. He could not ignore the thunder rumbling in the air, the sound of the wind crashing against the walls of the castle, and the breaking of trees in the distant forbidden forest. In a few hours, he was going out to the Quidditch court, fighting in the wind. Finally, he gave up the idea of sleeping again, got up, dressed, picked up his light wheel 2000, and quietly walked out of the dormitory.

Harry opened the door and something passed by his feet. He bent down, grabbed the hairy tip of crook's tail in time and pulled it out.

”You know, I think Ron was right to guard against you.” Harry said suspiciously to crook hill, ”there are many mice here. Go and catch them. Go on, ”he added, shaking his hand and pushing the crook mountain down the spiral staircase,” don't make a fuss. ”

In the common room, the storm is louder. Harry knew that he couldn't expect the game to be cancelled. The Quidditch game wouldn't be cancelled for a thunderstorm. Even so, he began to feel scared. In particular, Malfoy in the defense against the dark arts class to his small note, I have to say, that painting is very ugly.

Although van leen told Harry not to worry too much and Dumbledore would be there, Malfoy was just trying to scare you.

But Harry was still very concerned about it, which made Harry feel bad, just like the weather outside.

Wood used to show him Cedric Digory in the hallway; Digory was a fifth grader, much bigger than Harry. The seeker is usually a light and fast runner, but Digory's weight is a plus in this weather, because he won't be blown to pieces.

Harry spent the hours in front of the fireplace, rising from time to time to prevent crook hill from sneaking up the stairs of the boys' dormitory. At last, Harry thought it was almost breakfast time, and he walked alone to the portrait hole.

After a big bowl of porridge, he was a little more energetic, and when he began to eat toast, the rest of the team also came.

”The game will be fierce.” Wood said he couldn't eat anything.

”Don't worry, Oliver,” aliya comforted him. ”We don't care about a little rain.”

It's not a bit of rain. In England, it's hard to see such a heavy thunderstorm. Therefore, Hermione is very worried about Harry. If it's really like Malfoy's painting, Harry is struck by lightning or something, it's very dangerous.

But no one listened to Hermione except Fanlin. Quidditch games always attract people's attention, and they won't cancel Quidditch because of the weather. It's a magic world. As long as there's gas in it, nothing can't be cured by Madame Pomfrey.

Quidditch was so popular that the whole school, as usual, poured out to watch the game. They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch court, head down against the wind, as their umbrellas were blown away from their hands on the way.

”Damned weather!” Hermione was not satisfied. Her umbrella had been blown away.

”It's really bad!” Fanlin took out his wand, and a stream of water spread upward along the tip of the wand, and soon formed the umbrella shape in this small square sky.