Chapter 133: What is he going to do?

Chapter 133: What is he going to do?

The first Quidditch match is getting closer and the weather is getting worse.

It was so bad that a hailstorm was like God's forgiving when Harry and the others drove...

Seven Firebolts roared and hovered over the Quidditch pitch. The brave Gryffindor team was braving the stubble rain and shuttled through the sky. It doesn't seem to have much effect in the weather.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Morrissey." Mrs. Hooch sat happily beside Iger, who was as warm as spring within a few meters beside Iger, and when the rain reached above the heads of several people, they took the initiative to detour.

"You're welcome, it should be us thanking you." Iger grinned: "I am willing to guide our academy team training in such bad weather."

"The main thing is that I couldn't refuse Professor McGonagall's request. After all, she was also my teacher at the beginning..." Mrs. Hooch laughed.

"Yeah, so you should know her better than us. It's usually fine, but once the honor of the academy is involved..." Iger spread his hands: "I'm not surprised what crazy actions she does..."

"Yeah..." Mrs. Hooch nodded her head with sympathy: "This year's competition is very exciting to think about. God, it was so crazy at the beginning... I even saw Professor Sprout that day. She seems to be in a very bad mood, she seems to want to donate her savings to Hufflepuff as well, but seven Firebolts seem to be too much for her."

"If Hufflepuff also has students like you who thought the academy paid for them, I think their student team should not be bad." Mrs. Hooch said with a smile.

Iger also embarrassedly accompanied the smiling face, saying that you may not believe it, because I went through the back door...

The sharp whistle sounded, and Wood walked in at the edge of the field with an unlucky face.

"What happened?" The twins flew down from mid-air, perhaps because of the Firebolt, they had trained very seriously with Wood's training in this weather.

"We don't play Slytherin anymore," Wood said angrily.

"Why?" In the auditorium, Iger, Hermione, Ron, and Seamus stuck their heads out and saw a row of small heads placed on the railing from a distance, very funny.

"Flint just found me, we have to play Hufflepuff first." Wood said angrily: "He said their Seeker broke his arm two days ago, so he couldn't play, obviously, they Think this weather will reduce their chances of winning!"

The storm was raging wildly overhead, and they could hear the rumbling of thunder in the distance as Wood spoke.

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Iger twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's as if the weather is good and they can win..."

"He's alright!" Harry yelled angrily. "He's pretending! Not to mention my arm!"

"Yeah, we all know, but we can't prove it, and they have a certificate from Professor Snape!" Wood said bitterly: "It's clear that we trained according to the tactics of fighting Slytherin, but we have to deal with it. Hufflepuff, their tactics are completely different! Especially with their new captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory, we don't know!"

In the group, Angelina, Arya, and Katie suddenly giggled.

"What are you laughing at?" Wood looked over with annoyed eyes.

"He's the tall handsome guy, isn't he?" Angelina asked with a smile.

"He's strong and doesn't like to talk." Katie said, and the Chaser girls giggled again.

"He doesn't like to talk, because his brain is too stupid to even make a sentence." Fred said impatiently, as if he was very unhappy with Angelina's reaction: "I don't know what you are worried about, Oliver, He Chipage was a piece of cake, last time we compared them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"

"We were in a completely different situation back then!" Wood exclaimed, his eyes bulging slightly: "This time Diggory has put together a strong lineup! He's a great Seeker! I'm afraid you all realize that. We must not relax! We must concentrate! Slytherin wants to disrupt us and we must win!"

"Calm down, Oliver!" Fred said in a panic, he would rather face Iger when he was angry than Wood at this time.

After all, if Iger is angry, he will only tell them to get out, and when Wood is angry, they will face endless training...

"What are you afraid of? We have Firebolts!" Ron shouted downwards, with his head stretched out: "And Harry!"

"Yeah, you're right." George shouted in the direction of Iger and the others, then looked at Wood and grinned: "Look, relax, fools know we're going to win..."

Ron turned his head and looked at Iger suspiciously: "...Did he say something bad just now?"

"The thunder was too loud, I didn't hear it..." Iger looked blank.

The day before the game, the wind was blowing over the Quidditch pitch, it was raining harder than ever, and the corridors and classrooms were so dark that there were more torches and candles than usual.

Not far away, Slytherin's team members all showed gloating expressions. Malfoy, who had eased a lot with Harry, also stood on the opposite side of them again because of his position, watching Harry wink.

"Hey... I hope my arm can get better soon..." Said, Malfoy looked at the window that was constantly rattled by the strong wind: "I also really want to experience the thrill of this weather competition."

"Really? In that case, how about I show you your arm?" Iger turned his head and glanced at Malfoy, and Malfoy's heart trembled when he saw it with scarlet eyes.

"No... No need..." After a dry laugh, the Slytherin players hurried away.

Harry was so busy thinking about the next day's game that he didn't have time to think about anything else.

Wood came to Harry from time to time to give him some advice, hoping that Harry could win the game stably.

"Damn... In this weather, our Firebolt's speed advantage can't be used at all." Harry sent Wood away angrily: "Our new broom is completely meaningless in this way."

"Emmm... Although I fly well, I don't really understand when it comes to competition..." Iger pinched his chin and glanced at Harry: "So as long as it's sunny, you'll have no problem at all, isn't it? "

"Of course, unless the Golden Snitch flies into Cedric's hands, they have no chance of winning." Harry nodded.

"If it's just to change the weather... I think I should be able to help." Iger nodded thoughtfully.

"Really?" Harry jumped up excitedly and looked at Iger with light.

"Of course, this is not a big problem." Iger nodded.

"Awesome! God, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry flushed with excitement, a bit like when Ron was embarrassed.

"You didn't ask me..." Iger's mouth twitched.

Harry left excitedly, he couldn't wait to bring the good news to the rest of the team.

"Change the weather?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously: "Can this kind of thing be done?"

"Didn't I have that wishing technique..." Iger laughed.

"The weather that has lasted for more than half a month should not have any obvious changes. Although I heard that you can summon meteors, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the weather." Hermione frowned and said, the little girl said to Iger. His confidence is very strong, and he naturally does not want to see him lose his trust.

"Just a small amount is fine." Iger nodded.

...

At night, in the Quidditch pitch, Iger set up a table under the torrential rain. On the table was a freshly slaughtered cow and a large pile of fruits of different colors.

Iger folded his hands together and said something in his mouth.

For a long time, Iger clapped his hands lightly, and a raging flame burst into flames below the long table, and the tribute on the table was devoured in an instant.

"Does this really work?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously while holding an umbrella.

"Probably..." Iger spread his hands.

He is not very interested in this technique, which is a technique in Southeast Asia, which is somewhat similar to the ancient Chinese magician's rain.

Strictly speaking, there is not much demand for strength. It all depends on the tribute you give. Of course, the more magic power of the praying person will definitely be cheaper.

"If Harry's skills are strong enough, I think I should be able to buy the time they need to play." Iger smiled: "But changing the weather for a long time is very troublesome."

"How long can you fight?" Hermione looked at Iger curiously.

"Emmm... Look at the wind... If you're lucky, it will take about an hour, but if you're unlucky... how about half an hour..." Iger smiled wickedly: "If you can't catch the golden snitch within half an hour of riding the Firebolt, then He'd better stop riding, let me do it..."

The next day, early in the morning.

Perhaps it was the prayer that Iger had done the previous day. There was only a dense layer of dark clouds in the sky, but there was not a single drop of rain. Despite this, the wet and cold October air also made the students generally feel uncomfortable.

"not bad!"

In the lounge, Wood looked eagerly at the sky outside the window: "Harry, we must catch the Snitch as soon as possible and end the game as quickly as possible, you know."

Harry nodded, serious.

"Thank God, Iger really did it. It didn't rain today. Although the weather is not particularly good and the visibility is not very high, it is better than a rainy day." Wood muttered and put on his team uniform.

"Okay everyone..." Wood looked at everyone in the room: "In the last year, I don't have much to say. Last year and the year before, we won the championship very well..."

"Don't say too much, at least don't let me end this year with regrets." Wood nodded vigorously, as if to cheer himself up.

"Oh...it's so touching, I can't help but laugh." Fred said with a smile.

"Okay guys, it's time for us to play." Angelina picked up the broom: "Damn... can't we find a male chaser in our college? We girls have to face each other head-to-head every time."

"When we send Oliver away, I think you should be able to become the captain..." George said with a smile: "Come on, I can't wait..."

"Go, guys, cheer up! Especially you, Harry." Wood took the lead out of the room, waving his fists.

Harry was a little listless: "Can't blame me... I was woken up by Peeves this morning, **** it, if I hadn't been able to catch him..."

swoosh...swish...swish...

Firebolts flew out from the entrance of Gryffindor, and there was an overwhelming cheers in the arena.

"Listen to my whistle!" Mrs. Hooch stood in the center of the field and looked around: "Three...two...one!"

The brown-red Quaffle was thrown high, and the game started instantly.

Angelina rushed up to grab the Quaffle at the start of the game, nimbly dodged the volley of the three Hufflepuff Chasers, and passed the ball to Katie who was rushing straight ahead.

"The game has begun. The biggest excitement of this game is the Firebolt. The Gryffindor players rode their Firebolt to represent the Gryffindor Academy. According to the "Broomstick Book", the Firebolt is the national team. The broom of choice at this year's World Cup!"

"Jordan! Can you tell us about the game!" Professor McGonagall's voice interjected, and in the stands, Iger suddenly laughed out loud.

"No problem professor--a little background info, by the way, the Firebolt has a built-in automatic brake that--"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's voice was annoyed.

In the stand in the distance, a group of Slytherin students from Malfoy were also looking at the Gryffindor team with serious expressions.

Wood looked at Hufflepuff's team this year with some dread. He noticed that the opponent's players on the court today were not very skilled, but his physique was strong, which gave him a bad feeling.

Sure enough, soon, the opponent's three Chasers gave up the fight for the Quaffle and went all out to volley Angelina and the three of them. Harry was also stared at by Cedric by blocking the way.

"Now that Gryffindor has the ball, Gryffindor's Katie Bell is ready to head in... oh shit, she's intercepted again, and Hufflepuff seems to have given up their usual way of playing and started Using Slytherin's **** rhino tactics."

In the Slytherin stand, a burst of schadenfreude sounded, and Angelina angrily avoided the entanglement of the other party.

The opponent didn't watch the ball, but only stared at people, which made Angelina and the others timid. They were often stuck in front of the opponent when they were speeding up.

At the same time, Harry was also annoyed by Cedric's stalking, this rogue tactic was very disadvantageous for his small physique.

Bang!

A Bludger was slammed into Cedric by Fred, and Fred's voice rang out.

"Show him your speedHarry!"

Instinctively, this is not a good word, but Harry accelerated in an instant, gave up the search for the Golden Snitch, and began to fly around the arena in a big circle.

Cedric dodged the Quaffle in a thrilling way, and watched Harry, who was circling around the field, reluctantly gave up the entanglement.

The Firebolt's top speed can reach 300 kilometers per hour, and he is only riding a light wheel 1500...

The game was stalemate for nearly half an hour, and thunder sounded in the distance. Iger squinted slightly at the sky.

Seems to be out of luck.

"The score between the two sides is now 50-30. Judging from the weather, if it rains heavily, it will have a very negative impact on Gryffindor's original speed advantage..." Jordan's shouting continued, and then he The voice sounded again.

"Wait, is that Iger? What is he going to do?"