Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

It was so bad that a hailstorm was forgiving to Harry and the others...

Seven Firebolts roared and hovered over the Quidditch pitch, and the brave and fearless Gryffindor team was braving the heavy rain with ice stubble to shuttle in the sky. Harry's glasses with waterproof and moisture-proof charms cast on his face It doesn't seem to have any good effect under the weather.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Morrissey." Mrs. Hooch happily sat next to Iger, and the few meters around Iger was warm as spring, and the rainwater actively circled around the heads of several people.

"You're being polite, we should be the ones thanking you." Iger grinned: "I am willing to guide our academy team in such bad weather."

"The main reason is that I can't refuse Professor McGonagall's request. After all, she was also my teacher..." Mrs. Hooch laughed.

"Yeah, so you should know her better than us, usually fine, but once it comes to the honor of the academy..." Iger spread his hands: "I'm not surprised by any crazy moves she did..."

"Yeah..." Mrs. Hooch nodded her head in empathy: "This year's competition is very exciting, my God, a dozen Firebolts, it was so crazy at the beginning... I also saw Professor Sprout the other day She seems to be in a bad mood, and she seems to want to donate her savings to equip Hufflepuff, but it seems that she can't bear the seven Firebolts."

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

Iger also smiled awkwardly, saying that you may not believe it, but I walked through the back door...

A sharp whistle sounded, and Wood walked in from the edge of the field with a look of unhappiness.

"What happened?" The twins flew down from mid-air in a hurry, perhaps because of the Firebolt, the two who were the most popular in training against Wood in this weather were very serious about training.

"We're not playing against Slytherin." Wood said angrily.

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

"Flint just came to me, and we're going to play against Hufflepuff first." Wood said angrily, "He said that their Seeker broke his arm two days ago, so he couldn't play.

Obviously, they think this kind of weather will reduce their chances of winning! "

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

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Iger twitched his mouth: "It seems like they can win when the weather is good..."

"He's fine!" Harry yelled angrily. "He's just pretending! Besides, my arm is fine!"

"Yeah, we all know, but we can't prove it, and they have a certificate issued by Professor Snape!" Wood said angrily: "Obviously we trained according to the tactics of fighting Slytherin, but in the end we have to deal with it." Hufflepuff, their tactics are totally different! Especially their new captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory, we don't understand at all!"

In the line, Angelina, Aaliyah, and Katie burst into giggles.

"What are you laughing at?" Wood looked over with eyes full of annoyance.

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

"Sturdy, not talkative." Katie said, and several Chaser girls giggled again.

"He doesn't like to talk because he's too stupid to make sentences." Fred said impatiently, as if he was very unhappy with Angelina's reaction: "I don't know what you're worried about, Oliver, Huh Chippaqi is just a piece of cake, the last time we played against them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"

"Our situation was completely different back then!" Wood yelled loudly, his eyeballs bulging slightly: "This time Diggory organized a strong lineup! He is an excellent Seeker! I'm afraid you all realize this !We must not relax! We must focus! Slytherins want to mess us up, and we must win!"

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

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

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

"Yeah, you're right." George yelled in the direction of Iger and the others, and then grinned at Wood: "Look, relax, all 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 clearly..." Iger looked blank.

The day before the match, the wind howled over the Quidditch pitch, the rain was heavier than ever, the corridors and classrooms were too dark, and there were many more torches and candles than usual.

Not far away, the Slytherin team members showed gloating expressions, and Malfoy, who had eased up with Harry and the others, stood on the opposite side of them again because of his position, winking at Harry.

"Oh... I hope my arm will get better soon..." As he said, Malfoy looked at the windows that were constantly making noise as they were struck by the strong wind: "I really want to experience the thrill of this weather competition."

"Really? In this case, how about I show you your arm?" Iger turned his head and glanced at Malfoy, his scarlet eyes made Malfoy tremble.

"No...no need..." With a few dry laughs, the Slytherin players hurried away.

Harry was too preoccupied with thinking about the next day's game to think about anything else.

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

"Damn... Our Firebolt's speed advantage can't be used at all in this kind of weather." Harry sent Wood away annoyed: "Our newly bought broom is completely meaningless in this way."

"Emmm...Although I fly well, I don't know much about the competition..." Iger squeezed his chin and glanced at Harry: "So as long as it is sunny, you will have no problems at all, is that so? "

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

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

"Really?" Harry jumped up excitedly, looking at Iger with bright eyes.

"Of course, it's not a big problem." Iger nodded.

"Great! My God, why didn't you say it earlier?" Harry's face 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?"

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

"The weather like this lasted for more than half a month. There shouldn't be any obvious changes. Although you said that meteors can be summoned, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the weather." Hermione frowned and said, the little girl said to Iger He has a lot of confidence, so naturally he doesn't want to see him break his promise.

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

...

At night, in the Quidditch stadium, Iger set up a table under the heavy rain. On the table was a cow that had just been slaughtered, and a large pile of fruits of different colors.

Iger clasped his hands together and muttered something.

For a long time, Iger clapped his hands lightly, and a raging flame suddenly burned up and down the long table, devouring the tribute on the table in an instant.

"Is this really effective?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously while holding an umbrella.

"Probably..." Iger spread his hands.

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

Strictly speaking, there is not much demand for strength, it all depends on whether the tribute you give is strong enough, of course, it is definitely better to have more magic power for the prayer.

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

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

"emmm... depends on the direction of the wind... if you are lucky, it will take about an hour, if you are not lucky... maybe half an hour..." Iger said with a smirk on his face: "if you can't catch the golden snitch within half an hour while riding the Firebolt, then He'd better stop riding, let me do it instead..."

The next day, early in the morning.

Perhaps it was really the wish that Iger did on the first day that worked. The sky turned out to be only densely packed with dark clouds, but there was not a single drop of rain. Even so, the wet and cold October air made the students generally feel uncomfortable.

"not bad!"

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

Harry nodded, earnestly.

"Thank God, Iger really did it. It didn't rain today. Although the weather wasn't particularly good and the visibility wasn't very high, it was 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 both 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 couldn't help but laugh." Fred said with a smile.

"Okay guys, it's time for us to play." Angelina picked up the broom and said, "Damn it...can't our academy find a male Chaser? We girls have to fight each other head-on every time."

"After we send Oliver away and you become the captain, I think it should be fine..." George said with a smile: "Hurry up, I can't wait..."

"Let's go, guys, cheer up! Especially you, Harry." Wood waved his fists and walked out of the room first.

Harry was a little listless: "You can't blame me...I was woken up by Peeves this morning, damn it, if it wasn't for me, I couldn't catch him..."

Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...

Firebolts shot out from the entrance of Gryffindor at high speed, and there was an overwhelming cheer in the arena.

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

The brown-red Quaffle was thrown high, and the game began in an instant.

Angelina rushed up to grab the Quaffle at the very start of the game, quickly dodged the volleys of the three Hufflepuff Chasers, and passed the ball to Katie who rushed straight ahead.

"The game has begun. The biggest excitement of this game is the Firebolt. The Gryffindor players rode their Firebolts to represent Gryffindor College. It is said in "The Complete Book of Broomsticks" that 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 cut in, and Iger suddenly laughed out loud in the stands.

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

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall sounded annoyed.

In the stands in the distance, a group of Malfoy's Slytherin students were also looking at the Gryffindor team with serious faces.

Wood looked at this year's Hufflepuff team with some apprehension. He noticed that the opposing players on the field today didn't have very good skills, but they were all physically strong, which gave him a bad feeling.

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

"Now Gryffindor has the ball, Gryffindor's Katie Bell is about to head the ball... oh crap, she's intercepted again, and the Hufflepuffs seem to have given up their usual well-behaved style of play and started Using Slytherin's bloody rhino tactic."

In the Slytherin stands, there was a burst of gloating laughter, and Angelina in the arena avoided the other party's entanglement in annoyance.

The opponent didn't watch the ball, and only stared at the ball, making 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 face. This kind of rogue tactic was not good for his small body.

Boom!

A Bludger was slammed toward Cedric by Fred, and Fred's voice sounded at the same time.

"Show him your speed, Harry!"

Instinctively, this was not a good word, but Harry sped up instantly, gave up on the search for the Snitch, and started flying around the arena in a big circle.

Cedric narrowly dodged the Quaffle that was hitting him. Seeing Harry circling around the field, he reluctantly gave up the entanglement. He would suffer a lot if he tried his best.

The top speed of the Firebolt can reach 300 kilometers per hour, but he only rides a light wheel 1500...

The game had been deadlocked for nearly half an hour, and thunder sounded in the distance, and Iger squinted his eyes slightly looking at the sky.

Looks like a bit of bad luck.

"The current score is 50 to 30. Judging from the weather, if there is heavy rain next, it will have a very adverse impact on Gryffindor's original speed advantage..." Jordan continued to shout, and then he The voice sounded again.

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