A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

There is no problem with the waterproof and moisture-proof spell, but the warm-up demulcent agent has been tested many times at the request of the other party. It is still not allowed to be used before the game starts.

The reason for the Thunderbirds' coach's objection was not to doubt the ingredients of the potion. But because their potions professor, Baldwin, was away, they couldn't use similar potions.

"This..." Mrs. Hooch turned to Rogge and smiled helplessly, "It seems that we can only thank Professor Snape for his kindness."

"It's okay, it's up to me." Rogge smiled slightly and deliberately poured out the warm-up reliever in front of the referee and the opponent's coach.

"Is the rainwater okay?" He said, filling the bottle with rainwater, and whispered a few words in Mrs. Huo Qi's ear.

"Is this really okay?" Mrs. Ho Qi's eyes were full of doubts, but seeing Rogge's serious expression, she decided to believe him.

Before the game started, Mrs. Huo Qi distributed the "potions" to the players. She also secretly hinted that it would bring good luck.

"Elixir of Fortune?" The senior student's eyes lit up, and he instantly thought of that expensive, rare, and extremely effective potion.

They couldn't help but look at Snape on the high platform, and for the first time they felt that the old bat living in the dungeon also had a cute side.

However, this is just wishful thinking on their part. The bottle does not contain any ingredients of Felixir at all, except water. If anything, it's a bit dirty.

Mrs. Huo Qi followed Rogge's suggestion and used psychological suggestion to enable the team members to achieve self-empowerment.

Everyone mainly relies on the three words "Fu Ling Elixir" to achieve a physical jump and form a multi-dimensional linkage. Use the luck in your imagination to enhance your fighting spirit, and at the same time deeply satisfy your own needs... In the end, Mrs. Huo Qi secretly prayed in her heart, hoping that her team members would not have diarrhea due to this.

"Coach, are you really not going to be disqualified?" Cedric and Wood looked at her anxiously, with worry written on their faces.

"Are you questioning Professor Snape's potion level? I assure you, there is not a drop of elixir in it (it's all water)." The more righteous her proof was, the more she convinced everyone that there really was elixir in it. It is sure to bring good luck to everyone.

"That must be it!" Everyone was very motivated. They got on their brooms and rushed into the court with confidence.

They glanced at the audience on the court, their eyes seeming to look down upon the world with pride. Each one looked like a bull on steroids, staring at their opponents with burning eyes.

"Alas." Mrs. Huo Qi sighed and couldn't help but sigh: "What Rogge said is indeed right. It's too easy to deceive them."

At the referee's whistle, the two teams flew into the air. As the Golden Snitch escaped, they chased each other fiercely on the windy and rainy pitch.

"Hell, why are the Fox players so fast?" There was an exclamation from the commentary platform. Malfoy and his two Chaser teammates were like silver arrows released from a fully stretched bowstring, piercing the rain curtain and creating A trail of water splashing out.

The Thunderbirds players wiped the rain off their faces and cursed themselves for not being protected by a waterproof spell. This heavy rain seems to be giving Hogwarts a boost.

They immersed themselves in catching up, and the modified broomsticks were not only faster, but also more maneuverable. In the dim and unclear field of vision, the opponent closed the distance to Malfoy who was dribbling the ball in an instant.

"Bring it here..." Just when his opponent was about to reach out to grab the Quaffle, Malfoy suddenly made a shocking move.

He hung on the broom with his feet crossed, flipped over violently, and twisted to throw the ball to teammate Smith.

In such a heavy wind and rain, it was particularly thrilling to complete this action on a slippery broom. It was as if he was dancing with death, displaying not only extraordinary skills but also fearless courage.

The members of the Thunderbirds were stunned by his bold move and couldn't help shouting: "Are you crazy? It's raining so hard. You dare to do such an action. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death?" Malfoy showed a sarcastic smile on his face and replied confidently: "We are favored by the goddess of luck today!"

He said lowering the broom and quickly regained the lost speed. Immediately afterwards, Smith avoided the opponent's attack and accurately threw the Quaffle to Angelina in front of the goal.

"Lower your head!" Batter Ball's cry was like thunder. His arm muscles were swollen with blood due to strong contraction, as if a ferocious beast was declaring its power.

boom!

As he swung the bat, the rainwater on the surface of the Quaffle was shaken into fine mist. Before they had time to react, the Quaffle was like a black lightning bolt, flying towards Angelina's head.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone's hearts were lifted, and the tense atmosphere filled the entire stadium.

Angelina reacted quickly and quickly lowered her head when she heard the shout. The Quaffle almost brushed past her scalp, and with the sound of howling wind, it hit the unprepared opponent with precision.

"Brin fell..." The narrator's voice trembled, as if he was also shocked by this thrilling scene.

Under the impact of the Quaffle, Brynn, the Chaser of the Thunderbirds, rolled over and hit the wet lawn like a stone being ejected. His figure drew an arc in the air, and finally splashed with water, like a small waterfall gushing out.

"Where's our batsman?" asked the Ilvermorny crowd, whose own batsman seemed to be still watching the show.

The enthusiastic audience was mute for a moment, sticking their heads out and nervously looking at Brin who fell to the ground. Some people prayed, while others exclaimed: "Pukechi's, come quickly!"

Doctors quickly rushed into the arena and carefully carried away the injured. Thunderbirds players are heartbroken at this moment. But they know that the game must continue and they must avenge their teammates!

Ding!

The sweet bell rang in the rain, which meant that one side had scored a goal.

"Who scored?" The unprofessional commentator looked away from the injured Brin and hurriedly checked the scoreboard. The result showed that Hogwarts was 10 points ahead of the Thunderbirds.

He yelled with some reluctance: "10:0, Fox leads."

The atmosphere of the stadium became even quieter, as if it had become an open-air library, with only the sound of wind and rain reaching my ears. The enthusiasm of the audience was wiped out by the pouring rain, and only Rogge applauded and congratulated the players for their goals at an inappropriate time.

The sudden applause seemed very harsh, and the surrounding high platforms cast angry looks. If looks could kill, Rogge was already riddled with holes.

"Have your brooms been modified?" The Thunderbirds players looked at the strips on their opponents' crotches and said firmly: "You must have modified them!"

He even flew over on his broom and used his arm as a ruler to measure the length. Not convinced yet, I touched it and felt how hard it was.

"What are you doing?" Angelina slapped away the other person's misbehaving hand, widened her eyes, and said sternly: "Touch your own."

"Hey? Just wait!" The opponent snorted coldly and turned around to leave.

Suspicious, the Thunderbirds organized their offense. They didn't dare to reserve their strength and directly activated the mechanism on the broomstick. The tail sprays out a halo of various colors, which is dazzling and dizzying.

The halo at the tail of the Thunderbirds' broom spreads through the rain, like brilliant fireworks, illuminating every corner. Even though the Hogwarts players tried their best, they were still difficult to stop and couldn't even slightly delay the opponent's offensive momentum.

In the audience, the atmosphere that was originally silent due to Breen's injury was gradually replaced by excitement and anticipation as the Thunderbirds' offensive progressed. Excited expressions appeared on people's faces again. Applause and cheers were like suppressed volcanoes, erupting at this moment. As the Thunderbirds advanced, they became more enthusiastic and higher.

"Wood!" Mrs. Hooch screamed.

Wood left the defensive line directly and ran into the opponent with the ball without any hesitation. He was alone, facing three chasers, and had no chance of winning. In this case, it’s better to give it a try.

The Thunderbirds' chaser raised a sneer on his lips and threw the ball directly to his teammates on the other side.