Chapter 92 Quidditch in the Rain

The next morning, Maca woke up from the bed in the dormitory.

To be honest, I sat in Lupine's office until the early hours of the morning before coming back, and I didn't sleep long in total. At this moment, while yawning, he put on his clothes again, and then left gently.

There are still many things to do today, such as the Quidditch match that will start soon.

The thunder outside was still continuous, and the violent wind hit the outer wall of the castle, and of course the windows were not immune.

Fortunately, all of Hufflepuff's dormitories were located underground, and there were obviously no windows here—there were only a lot of tiny vents arranged in the corners to maintain sufficient air circulation.

But as soon as Maca came to the corridor on the first floor, he immediately noticed the howling wind and rainstorm outside, and they were obviously bigger than yesterday!

Maca cast a waterproof spell on herself, and walked towards the greenhouse regardless of the weather.

When Maca finished taking care of the flowers and plants and came to the auditorium to fill his stomach, most of the students had just woken up.

Hey, Maca, I heard you're going to make an appearance today? Hermione spotted Maca walking towards Hufflepuff's dining table. She greeted him and asked curiously.

Harry and Ron also followed, but neither of them looked very good.

Maca didn't know what Ron was thinking, but Harry's mood was easy to guess. Recently, he must have been annoyed by the matter of Sirius Black, as if everyone was telling him to be careful about being attacked.

In fact, we have to count the matter of Snape giving Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday.

He tried his best to belittle Lupine's teaching level in class, and even called Hermione the know-it-all again because she kept raising her hand to speak, which made Hermione teary.

Of course, the most unlucky one was Ron. He couldn't help but snap at Snape, only to be sent to the school hospital to clean the chamber pot - and not allowed to use magic.

In comparison, Hermione's mood recovered the fastest.

Yeah! Maca looked at Hermione, nodded and said, I am also a member of Hufflepuff, so I have to make some contributions, don't I?

Although this is just Maca's excuse, at least it is a very reasonable explanation, and no one will be surprised by it.

Oh - I think so. Hermione smiled and encouraged, I hope you and Harry can both play the best, although the weather is not so good.

Thank you! Maca said, walking over and hooking Harry's neck, Don't worry about what you have, Harry. Be in a better mood and come to me if you have any troubles. I will help you if you can. You figured it out.

It's better to let Snape say less bad things about Professor Lupine. Ron said suddenly, For this, I wiped the chamber pot for nearly two hours last night!

Maca spread her hands and said, I'm afraid I can't do this, probably no one but Dumbledore's words will work... As for Professor Lupine, he will be back for Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. .”

Oh, really?

Harry finally showed a look of surprise, this was probably the only good news he heard these two days.

Yes, that's right. Maca said, Isn't it possible to cheer up now? The state will be better in the game for a while, and I will not show mercy.

Although Slytherin escaped the bad weather, but thinking about it from another angle, at least we don't have to deal with Slytherin's little tricks in the storm, which is not bad, what do you think?

Harry felt that what Maca said was indeed very reasonable, so he couldn't help but nodded.

The sport of Quidditch has always been extremely popular, and the whole school, as usual, all the teachers and students came out to the stadium to watch the game.

They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, their heads bowed against the wind.

But after all, not everyone can cover the whole body with the waterproof spell like Maca. Most of them hold their own umbrellas to brave the storm. On the way, the umbrellas of several people were blown out of their hands by the strong wind, blowing them all the way into the air.

But even so, they couldn't extinguish everyone's enthusiasm.

In the Hufflepuff locker room, Cedric was mobilizing everyone.

Speaking of which, Maca knows that many spells can be used to slightly improve the level of the team in the rainstorm. That might be foul in an official match, but it's relatively easy to slip through Hogwarts' Quidditch Cup.

It's just that he didn't have this idea. To put it bluntly, he didn't come here to win.

After Cedric finished what he needed to say, everyone walked out of the locker room and came to the entrance channel.

Maca stepped on the broom with everyone, and flew to the dense rain curtain outside one after another.

The wind was really strong, and almost everyone was affected to varying degrees, even Maca was no exception. But he quickly stabilized his figure, flew to the field and stopped amidst the cheers of the audience.

Below, the captains of the two teams flew to the center of the field to shake hands - Digory smiled at Wood, but now Wood seemed to be suffering from lockjaw, he just nodded and looked up at Maca from time to time .

Everyone can see that Maca's sudden entry has brought him a lot of pressure.

Harry also flew across the field, and Maca nodded to him. Harry smiled, but his smile was stiff. The wind and rain on the field was really too great, and it was quite cold, and he felt like he was about to freeze.

Mrs. Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew hard, making a shrill whistle. The whistle was overlaid by the sound of heavy rain, making it sound more like it was coming from a distance.

The Quaffle flies high in the misty rain, and the game begins!

Maca was the first to move, and the Nimbus 2000 he was sitting on accelerated instantly, leading him to break through the rain and rush straight towards the Quaffle.

He caught the Quaffle with perfect precision, and then, like a sharp knife, he sprinted towards the Gryffindor half-court without any tricks.

The torrential rain kept falling, everyone's vision was greatly restricted, and Maca's speed was extremely fast. For a while, the Gryffindor team didn't even have time to see exactly where Maca had gone.

Soon, Maca rushed directly in front of George Weasley.

George saw Maca clearly, but Maca's speed was so fast that the two almost collided!

At this moment, Maca's body instantly leaned to the left, and the whole person slid under the broom, as if hanging upside down on the broom. He narrowly passed by George, and George froze in fright.

After breaking through George, Maca immediately adjusted his figure. Before anyone else arrived, he sprinted directly towards Wood, the captain and goalkeeper.

Wood is under a lot of pressure, very much! But he is an old player after all, and now he can barely control his mentality, defending seriously, and intends to try his best to stop Maca once.

At least once! Once is fine! Wood kept muttering, looking directly at the direction Maca was rushing towards.

near! closer! Already entered the scoring zone! He's about to pitch!

Wood rushed to the door knocker on the left, because Maca chose that side! With such a fast speed, it was impossible for him to change direction.

However, under such an almost impossible situation, Maca suddenly moved the broom handle to the rear right!

In order to increase the small arc deflection caused by the high-speed steering, his whole body fell to the right, and his whole body was almost maintained at a horizontal angle with the ground.

The Nimbus 2000 quickly drew an arc in mid-air, and even the rain was taken out of an arc.

The Quaffle was thrown into the knocker on the right by Maca abruptly, and the first ten was produced in less than two minutes of the opening!

The commentator roared excitedly—such a difficult goal is rare in semi-professional competitions!

But after five minutes, the entire team was drenched from the inside out.

The weather was very cold, many people were frozen, and it was difficult to see other teammates, let alone the long flying Bludgers.

Everyone flitted across the field, but could only see blurred red and yellow figures one by one, without knowing the progress of the game at all.

In the blustery conditions, cheers and applause were only faintly audible from the audience, hidden under cloaks and wind-blown umbrellas.

Many players were almost knocked off their broomsticks by the Bludger. The heavy rain made everyone barely open their eyes, and they couldn't see the ball hitting from the opposite side.

In fact, Maca has also been greatly affected. Except for scoring a goal while he was in a good state at the beginning, he has not found any chance to get the ball.

Of course, this has a lot to do with his not focusing on the ball.

But even so, when he spotted Gryffindor's Chaser Katie Bell throwing the Quaffle at another teammate, Maca, who happened to fly by, intercepted the ball.

Time passed, and before they knew it, the score had risen to 60 to 10, and Hufflepuff had already led by a full fifty basic points.

At this moment, Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew along with lightning for the first time since the opening.

On the other side of Gryffindor, Harry could vaguely see Wood's silhouette through the dense rain curtain, and the other side was gesturing to him to come down to the ground.

The team splashed and landed on the muddy field turf.

I called a timeout! Wood yelled at the players. Come on, get down there—

They huddled under one big umbrella on the side of the field, and Hufflepuffs on the other side got under another, and both sides took advantage of the timeout to hold an emergency meeting.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robes.

What's the score? he asked.

We're fifty points behind, Wood said. I figured we gotta catch the Snitch fast, or we'd have to keep going—

But I can't see at all - I can't see anything, and there's nothing I can do with my glasses! Harry said dejectedly, waving his glasses.

Just then, Hermione appeared beside Harry.