Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

Starting from Friday, the weather in central England has become very bad, with continuous rain, lightning and thunder, dark clouds rolling in, and dense, as if the sky is about to burst, and no sunshine for several days.

But wind and rain could not stop people's love for Quidditch, and the College Cup was held as normal.

Early on the weekend morning, when Harry woke up, he almost thought it was still night. There was a violent wind and heavy rain outside. The raindrops were as big as broad beans, and they hit the ground and leaves densely, as if they were going to submerge the entire campus.He met his teammates in the banquet hall, their clothes and shoes soaked...

Wood's face was solemn, but he was still very confident in the game. Of course, his confidence mainly came from the fact that someone did not play due to injury.

Quidditch is the number one sport at Hogwarts. The teachers and students of the whole school came out to watch the game as usual. They all held big umbrellas, but they often had to prevent the umbrellas from being blown over by the strong wind.

Harry and his teammates put on bright red uniforms. As usual, Wood gave everyone a burst of impassioned pre-match mobilization. Everyone held hands together, shouted slogans and walked onto the field under the heavy rain.

The rain hit Harry's glasses, and he was a little troubled. How could he see the Snitch clearly?Fortunately, when passing the stands, Hermione came out from the side and put a "waterproof and moistureproof" on his eyes. Harry thanked Hermione gratefully, but there happened to be a thunderstorm, and Hermione didn't hear anything.

Cedric led the Hufflepuff players, wearing light yellow uniforms, from across the field. Hufflepuff had the largest number of students, and the cheers once exceeded those of Gryffindor.

After the captains of both sides shook hands, Ms. Hoch signaled everyone to get ready. Harry and Cedric both turned over and boarded their broomsticks skillfully. What was more surprising was that Cedric was riding the same model of Nimbus 2000 as Harry. But it seems to be bought from the second-hand market.

Ms. Hodge blew the whistle and the game began.

Harry was quickly soaked to the skin and felt the coldness of the winter rain all over his body. However, he was full of fighting spirit and full of strength. He quickly shuttled back and forth over the court, passing red or light yellow figures from time to time. Cedric also On par with him, the two kept a certain distance and refused to give in to each other.

But they couldn't find the snitch for a while. The rain was so heavy that many players probably couldn't tell the difference between teammates and opponents.

Despite this, the Gryffindor players showed their fighting spirit and took the lead.Hufflepuff also showed their loyalty and kindness, being at a disadvantage but not committing a flagrant foul.However, most of the players and spectators complained about Dudley not playing. They thought today would be a more intense, fierce and exciting game.

Ms. Hodge whistled as Wood called a timeout, and Harry and the team descended from the sky.

During the descent, he happened to see Dudley in the stands giving him an encouraging gesture, but Dudley was still wearing the Hufflepuff team uniform, and Biro beside him even had an exaggerated and huge badger on his head. The hat looks playful and funny, just opposite to Hagrid, who is wearing a lion hat and sitting in the Gryffindor stand.

The players huddled under a big umbrella, and Harry asked: "How's the score?"

"Thirty points ahead of them," Wood said: "But the vision is too poor, maybe it's a bit difficult, but if Harry doesn't catch the snitch, we may have to compete into the night, and our physical strength will be exhausted a bit fast."

Fred pursed his lips: "Hufflepuff is too conformist, we can't make free throws." He and George often use each other's fouls to make free throws.

Wood said: "Don't think about free throws. We are playing openly. If Dursley is on the court, you may not even be able to touch the Bludger! Everyone must be prepared for a long game. I will guard the goal."

Harry nodded and said, "I have just mastered the trick of playing in rainy weather. Don't worry, I will find the Snitch!" But in the stands, Dudley had disappeared at some point.

Wood nodded, adjusted his formation slightly, and then signaled to Ms. Hodge that the game could continue.

Harry quickly accelerated into the air on his broomstick, once again causing cheers from the Gryffindor stands. Hagrid, who was standing in the corner of the back row, was also waving his hands desperately, while Fang and the big black dog squatting next to him were also excited. Bark barking.

Harry hovered in mid-air, he was waiting for the lightning, and sure enough, a thunderbolt flashed in the air, instantly lighting up the entire arena, and Harry saw a golden flash at the edge of the arena.

Harry kept his eyes on the Snitch, crouched on the Firebolt, accelerated rapidly, and rushed towards the Snitch.

The two Hufflepuffs saw a flash of red, and Harry passed between them, cheering from the stands.

Cedric was in a higher position than Harry. He didn't just focus on Harry's actions. His eyesight and skills were fine, but suddenly without the assistance of his powerful teammates, he was a little out of shape. Harry was already heading towards As the golden snitch swooped away, he was stunned for a while before he could react.

The Golden Snitch obviously also noticed Harry's approach, and flew off the field quickly. The Golden Snitch didn't have a clear concept of the playing field, and often flew outside the field.

Harry's eyes were firm, and there was nothing else but the Golden Snitch. He really rushed out of the playing field like a crossbow. The Hufflepuff students watched as Harry flew away without a trace.

Harry rushed out of the playing field, and there was a small forest below. He quickly passed through the forest, but something strange happened, and Harry felt a strange silence around him.

The wind, though still fierce, forgot to roar, the rain, though still dripping, forgot to make a noise, as if someone had turned off the volume, or Harry had suddenly become deaf, and Harry was dazed, wondering what happened.

Then a chill that was terribly familiar came over him, penetrated him, and he became aware of something flying in the clearing below.

Before he had time to think, he took his eyes away from the Snitch and looked down...

There were at least twenty or thirty dementors standing in the clearing, all those hidden faces looking up at him, and Harry felt as if icy water rushed up his chest, forming ice knives and cutting his internal organs.

Then Harry heard someone screaming, inside his head... a woman.

He recognized the voice, it was his mother, Lily Potter.

Following the sound, he saw Lily kneeling in front of a black figure and begging bitterly.

"Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!" Mom cried.

"Get out of the way, you stupid woman! Get out of the way!" A gloomy and crazy man said.

"Don't touch Harry, please, kill me! Kill me—"

A lingering white mist filled Harry's mind, making him numb, but a ray of silver light lit up in his mind, and a silver stag came out of nowhere, dispelling the white mist in his mind , causing Harry to wake up instantly from the fantasy in his brain.

"You guys! Don't even think about it! Knock me down!" Harry yelled, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the group of dementors: "Guardian! Guardian!"

"Wtf!" Dudley, who was lying on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the silver light emitting from Dudley's wand through the scope.

In the original novel, Harry fell down and passed out. Unexpectedly, this boy must have practiced hard when he got home. After all, whether it was the experience on the train, the self-blame in his heart, or his cousin, all of them gave him a lot of trouble. Little pressure.

Harry's broom rolled uncontrollably in the air, and he almost fell into the crowd of dementors, but the silver light on his wand was like a bright light, shrouding his entire body in it, far away from him The nearest Dementors were illuminated by the silver light, let out low roars, and scattered in all directions.

Harry tried his best to hold on to the broom, but the coldness made his body somewhat unresponsive. Although he was not injured, he still fell on the grass between the woods.

He wanted to take off again, but he felt as if a lot of ice had been poured into his lungs. He almost couldn't lift his breath. All the joints of the arm holding the broom handle were shaking uncontrollably due to the cold and stiffness. Can't get up.