HP: For a better world

The rain hit the pedestrians' faces coldly and, along with the wind, kept getting under their clothes.

Winster, holding a transparent wand umbrella, and Luo and the others wrapped in robes hurried to the Quidditch field.

The wind on the field was even stronger, blowing fiercely against everyone's umbrella. Many young wizards in the lower grades were shivering in the audience, waiting for the professor and the senior students to jointly release a protective shield against wind and rain.

The professors sat in the chairs, with the Slytherins and Gryffindors on either side of them.

Winster walked to the back row of Slytherin, which was the highest point in the audience seats, where Luo and the others were sitting.

For someone who has no interest in Quidditch, this is simply the best viewing spot. But Winster had already promised Draco, so he had to separate from Loial and the others and squeeze through the crowd - the seat Draco reserved for him was at the front.

This position was awkward, sandwiching Winster between a group of pure-bloods. Fortunately, they were all paying attention to the game, and no one was in the mood to cast strange eyes. After the battle with Selwyn, although he defeated Selwyn, Winster's reputation as a squib still circulated among Slytherin, although as he showed more and more superb magical skills, such voices have disappeared a lot. But Slytherin is like this, pure-bloods occupy most of the power and despise every non-pure-blood wizard. Even Voldemort had to conceal his half-blood identity and only said that he was the heir of Slytherin.

Just like the entire wizarding society, the channels for upward mobility are firmly controlled by pure-blood families, who fund the government and major interest groups.

The rain was getting heavier, pouring down with a loud thud.

The game is about to begin.

Winster looked at the game site. The storm was so strong that he could only hear the howling wind blowing through his eardrums and the sound of heavy rain washing the earth. The people around him shouted at the top of their lungs, leaving only traces of noise.

Marcus led the Slytherins in silver and green team robes and walked out from one end of the field, waving to both sides.

Suddenly, cheers resounded through the sky, deafeningly ringing in Winster's ears.

The shield went up, keeping the storm out of the audience.

Slytherins cheered and screamed, while Gryffindor and other houses booed violently.

The Gryffindor team followed and arrived at the venue. Their robes were not as carefully prepared as Slytherin's, and were completely soaked and dark red.

Wood stood at the front, grinning and squeezing the captain's hand, as if he wanted to crush his hand bones.

Marcus smiled grimly and pinched back. The two pairs of eyes stared at each other fiercely.

Madam Hooch walked to the center of the field, opened the box, and put out the match balls one by one.

First came the black Bludgers. As soon as they came out, they circled rapidly in the air for several circles, then stopped in the air and looked at the players on both sides with ill intent, eager to try.

Next came the Golden Snitch. The small golden light attracted the attention of all the players as soon as it appeared.

In the rainstorm, the golden light seemed even smaller and more erratic, quickly disappearing into the rain.

It was not until the Golden Snitch disappeared that Harry reluctantly took his eyes off the Snitch and moved them to the Seeker opposite.

Draco also happened to retract his gaze and looked at Harry, and provocatively reached out to brush off the non-existent dust on his clean robe.

The heavy rain is still falling.

Madam Hooch blew a sharp whistle, and the bright red Quaffle was thrown into the air - and the game was on.

All the team members immediately took off into the air. Marcus was the first to rush forward, knocking away Gryffindor's chaser Angelina - or it couldn't be described as a collision, Marcus didn't really knock into her, he just stopped the Gryffindor chaser.

The voice of commentator Lee Jordan rang out immediately afterwards: "...Thank you Professor McGonagall for the amplifying spell. Today's game is Gryffindor versus the cunning Slytherin! We can see that today the wealthy Slytherin team actually changed into waterproof and moisture-proof robes - but I know that this robe costs three Galleons in Diagon Alley, corrupt nobles! Of course, I know that no matter how bad the conditions are, they cannot defeat the brave Gryffindor. The game is about strength!" Winster vaguely heard Professor McGonagall scolding Lee Jordan and urging him to quickly explain the game.

"——Marcus rushed forward first, he bumped into Angelina, oh no! He didn't commit a foul, Angelina hesitated and was forced to stop!" Lee Jordan's regret could be heard from his voice: "Angelina! Where is your usual toughness! Show it to me——Marcus stole the Quaffle, Gryffindor lost the initiative!"

There was a sigh from the audience and whistles from the Slytherins.

Derek and Bol began to attack Harry Potter as planned, intentionally or unintentionally leading the Bludger towards him, but Fred discovered it and blocked it in front of Harry, hitting it back with his backhand, almost hitting Derek on the head.

"! Well done Fred! I'll take care of all your snacks for the whole year--" A loud whistle came from overhead. The commentator Lee Jordan was chattering and praising Fred, "Even if you buy dung bombs, I will support you! When I get back, I will wash all those socks you hid--I will never mind your stinking again! Good brother, I promise!... Hey hey hey hey Professor McGonagall!"

Lee Jordan's voice suddenly died down. Winster heard Professor McGonagall's voice, angrily speaking: "Lee Jordan!!"

There was a sudden commotion in the teacher's seat.

There was a burst of laughter from the Gryffindor side.

The thunderclouds grew thicker, as if they had condensed into a solid entity and were pressing down. Lightning flashed through the clouds, looking down at the world coldly.

The score was intense and tense.

Now Gryffindor and Slytherin are tied 70:70.

"...shit!" Lee Jordan burst into a burst of curses as soon as his voice recovered. The words were all vulgar, shameless and despicable... Professor McGonagall was in no mood to pay attention to his words. Her eyes were all focused on the field. She waved her fists angrily and wished she could punch them herself.

Two brooms were seen above the field, chasing the red Quaffle side by side, when Marcus suddenly elbowed Angelina when she was not prepared. Angelina bent over in pain, unable to stand still on her broom. At this moment, a Bludger came from the other end, drew an arc in the air, and hit Angelina hard.

"Oh no - Angelina!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, "That's too much! Foul! Marcus elbowed him! They should be awarded a free throw! Angelina was hit by a Bludger! Hold on, Angelina!" Lee Jordan roared at the top of his lungs.

There were cries of surprise from below, mixed with a few angry curses.

Angelina held on and sat up on her broom again. She took the Quaffle passed to her by Alya and hit it successfully. The red Quaffle brushed past the fingertips of the goalkeeper Miles and rushed into the Slytherin ball ring.

"Ten points! Ten points! Gryffindor is now ten points ahead! Our Chaser Angelina stood up tenaciously after suffering a series of heavy blows, and received the pass from her teammate and scored! - Oh, I love you, Angelina, my Valkyrie!"

Lee Jordan screamed and cheered.

Then Madam Hooch awarded Gryffindor a free throw. Angelina passed the ball to Alina, and the Quaffle flew past the ring.

"20 points! Gryffindor is leading by 90 points! Now the score is 70: - Slytherin is points behind!"

The game became more and more intense. The Slytherin team held their breath and tried their best to fight for points, using all means possible.

The Gryffindors also responded secretly, refusing to give in to each other.

The storm was getting stronger and stronger. Soon, Harry's clothes were soaked, and his glasses were covered with raindrops. He was almost stagnant at the high speed, and he couldn't see the world clearly through his glasses.

Harry stopped for a moment and wiped the rain off his face, but the heavy rain soon hit his face again. Harry squinted his eyes hard to see where the thief was, but he vaguely saw Wood waving his hands desperately at him in the heavy rain.

He quickly put his broom on and dodged to the side. The next second, a series of crazy Bludgers rushed past where he had just stopped - the Slytherin batsman behind him raised his bat and roared in protest.

Harry couldn't hear what he was yelling, and he almost hit two Bludgers in the first ten minutes of the game, being heavily targeted. He could only turn his broom away in annoyance, and hurriedly circled over the court with lingering fear.

The spell on Slytherin's robes also failed. The rain was too heavy and the robes that had just dried were immediately washed away by the rain. The magic inside the wizard's robes was exhausted. They all became soaked. Both teams were soaked thoroughly. There was only the roar of the storm and the attack of the rain in their ears.

Lightning flashed, and the roaring thunder and dazzling lightning began to sweep the vision and perception of every team member.

Harry had no idea how long the match had been going on. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep a firm grip on the broom.

The sky darkened gloomily, as if night had decided to come early.

He couldn't even see the audience seats clearly. All he could hear was the sound of heavy rain and the howling of the wind, mixed with thunder that made his head buzz.

His glasses never dried, and the water gathered in streams and slid down, but there were always a few stubborn drops of water sticking to them and refusing to leave. Draco, who was following behind, lost track at some point, hiding in the blurry background and unable to find his way.

At this moment, a beam of red light lit up from the dimness and exploded into sparks not far from Harry. Wood was applying for a halftime break, but Harry was not in a hurry to stop and circled in the air. Slytherin had not agreed yet. They might take advantage of the loophole in the thinking time of this rule to attack them.

After a while, a bunch of green sparks exploded - Slytherin also agreed to a halftime break.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle for a timeout.

The two teams gradually fell to the ground.

Harry got off his broom and one of his feet sank into a mud pit. He pulled his foot out of the mud with all his strength and looked around. He saw dark figures coming down from all around him, all of them were sturdy in build - they were trapped in the Slytherin encirclement. At this time, he heard Lee Jordan's enthusiastic voice on the podium: "Now the captains of both teams have requested a halftime break. Gryffindor players please go to the right. Your captain Wood is waiting under the tent. It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. The captain who arrived in advance will cast a marking spell of the corresponding color of the school for you - the Slytherin team, go to the left, there is a tent that has just been erected. Your position is there."

Harry had no choice but to trudge through the zombies. The Slytherin team members were too tired to pick a fight with him.

As soon as he stepped into the shed, Wood rushed over and pulled Harry in, holding his shoulder and asked anxiously: "Have you seen the Golden Snitch, Harry!"

"Not at all." Harry said numbly, his lips were pale and his whole body was trembling. He looked for a while, but didn't see a clean handkerchief, so he stretched out his hand to pull out the corner of his robe that was not stained with mud and squeezed it. Water continued to fall down. After a while, Harry stopped when he couldn't squeeze out a few drops of water.

He took off his glasses and wiped them, but the lenses only became more blurry as he rubbed them. He put them back on, and Wood's face was finally no longer patchy but had become somewhat colorful - there were scratches on the glasses and sebum on Harry's fingers.

"My glasses have been soaking wet all game," he said, dropping his sleeves in despair. "I can't see at all. I have no hope with these glasses on."

At this moment, a dry towel was thrown over Harry, and Fred and George, both with wet towels around their necks, came up from behind, side by side.

"Come on, Wood," said Fred with a grin.

"There's no use trying to embarrass Harry," George went on.

"Then what can you do?" Wood pulled his face in despair. "If we can't catch the Golden Snitch soon, we will have to fight with Slytherin in this horrible weather for several hours! - Merlin knows how long!"

Harry pulled off the towel covering his head and silently wiped the water off his body with it.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"so."

"really."

"That's terrible!" they both said in unison.

Soon, the two identical faces pretending to be serious returned to their playful and smiling appearance: "But it doesn't matter, we have already thought of a solution!"

Wood and Harry were both stunned: "What method?"

Fred: "Of course Gryffindor is the smartest—"

George: "The most talented——"

"Miss Know-it-all--" Fred and George reached back at the same time. A girl with fluffy brown hair came over.

"Hermione?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you here? Do you have an idea?"

With Hermione around, there is always a solution to any problem you encounter.

Hermione raised her head proudly. "Of course, I knew it would still depend on me. Give me your glasses, Harry!" she said with a smile.

Harry handed the glasses to Hermione. As the team members looked on in amazement, Hermione tapped them lightly with her wand and said, "Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

A burst of white light spurted out of Hermione's wand, covering the entire mirror, and even Harry's handprint disappeared.

"Here!" she said, handing the glasses back to Harry. "Now you're not afraid of water!"

Wood looked as if he was going to kiss her.

Fred and George pretended to stop him from behind.

"That's amazing!" He shouted hoarsely at Hermione's back as she ran back to the crowd, "Okay, all the players, go ahead! Gryffindor will win."

"Gryffindor must win!" x5