Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Hope the sky clears up!” Ron looked out the window and the smile slowly disappeared and the windows were blurred by the heavy rain.

His wish didn't come true, and by the end of the afternoon it was raining more!

At 4: 30 p.m., Ivan, Hermione and Colin were going to see Griffindor's first training after the team was reconstituted, but after watching the weather, they didn't go out, and Harry, Ron and Ginny left the castle with a broom in their sad faces.

By the time they arrived for training at Quiddich Stadium, they were wet for minutes and their feet slipped on the wet grass.

The sky is dusty, thunder arrays.

In this weather, getting into a warm, bright dressing room is a real relief.

Although they knew it was only brief, Harry found Fred and George discussing avoiding flight with quick-impact skip candy.

“Alas, I bet she'll know!” Fred grinned, "I wish I hadn't sold her spit candy yesterday. ”

“We can use fever sugar.” George whispered, "Nobody has seen anything but Ivan...”

“Spirit?” Ron asked with hope that the rain was pounding harder on the roof and that the wind roared around the house.

“Fine!” Fred said, "Your temperature will go up all at once, like hot boiling water, hot and scary...”

“With high temperatures, some large pus can grow.” We haven't figured out a way to eliminate them, "George said. ”

“But I can't see the pus.” Ron measured the twin brothers.

“You can't see,” Fred said in a gloomy way, "they don't grow where we usually expose ourselves. ”

“But they make sitting on a broom really look like...”

“You know, not every broom has invisible seats like an asterisk. ”

“All right, everybody listen to me!” Angelina stepped out of the captain's office and said out loud, "I know the weather isn't ideal, but we're likely to be playing against the Slytherins under these conditions, so we'd better practice how to deal with it. Harry, didn't you use a little trick to blindfold the rain when we played against Hecky Patch in the storm? ”

“Hermione did it.” Harry said he pulled out his wand and knocked on his glasses and said, "Waterproof and damp! ”

“I think we should all try.” Angelina said, also take out her wand, "as long as the rain doesn't hit her face, the sight is much clearer, come along, waterproof! ”

“You know, Evan would have an enhanced version of a waterproof damp curse that would allow the rain to burst out of his body like an extra magic barrier, not even a drop.” Fred said, "I only saw him use it once. ”

“I must ask him tonight how he did it.” George said.

A few minutes later, the crowd was gathered.

They all put the wand in their pockets in the robe, lifted the broom and followed Angelina out of the dressing room.

Walking through the thickening mud to the center of the field, the visibility is still low despite the waterproof curse.

Rapidly diminished light and the rain curtains swept the area.

“Okay, listen to me whistle.” Angelina shouted.

Harry's feet swept away, the mud splashed, and the wind blew him a little skewed.

He doesn't know how to see thieves in this weather, it's hard enough just to watch them hit a driftball.

One minute after the opening, a wandering ball almost knocked him off the broom and he had to roll a lazy tree to hide.

Unfortunately Angelina didn't see, in fact, she didn't seem to see anything, and they didn't know what anyone else was doing.

The wind was getting stronger and Harry could even hear the distant rain pounding the lake.

Angelina had them practicing for almost two hours, and if it wasn't for Ivan's group activities tonight, she might have let everyone continue training until 9: 00 p.m.

She took the soaked, complaining team members back to the dressing room, insisting that the training was not a waste of time, although there was no bass in her tone.

Fred and George were particularly burned, both turned into roundabout legs, grinning their teeth every step of the way, and Ha heard them whispering when wiping their heads with towels.

“Hiss, a few of mine might be broken.” Fred's voice depressedly said.

“Mine hasn't!” George said from the seam of his teeth, "It's swollen like it's big again! ”

“Ouch!” Harry shouted suddenly.

He covered his face with a towel and closed his eyes.

The scar on his forehead burned again. It hasn't hurt that much in months, and it hasn't been that bad before.

“What's the matter?” Several voices asked simultaneously.

Harry took the towel and the dressing room was blurred because he didn't wear glasses, but he could feel everyone's face facing him.

“Nothing!” he muttered, “I accidentally touched my eyes, okay. ”

But he gave Ron an eye and covered his scar with a towel.

“Well, let's go to the auditorium and see what's left. ”

“I'm going to go back and change. ”

“I'm looking for Ivan to learn the enhanced rainproof spell, go now, I hear it's going to rain last week. ”

When the team wrapped themselves in a cape, pulled down their hats, and the fish went out, they stayed.

“What's going on?” As soon as Arya disappeared from the door, Ron asked, "Is that your scar? ”

Harry nodded and his breath gradually stabilized.

“But?” Ron walked up to the window in shock and looked into the rain, confirming that there was no one around him, and he lowered his voice and said, "He, he can't be close to us right now, can he? You didn't touch anything. Umbridge wasn't here either. Did you and Ivan verify that last time? ”

“It shouldn't be her, just a coincidence.” Harry whispered, sitting on a stool, rubbing his forehead, "he might be outside, in Sirius talking about Norway, with those vampires. I hurt because, um, he got angry. ”

Harry didn't mean to say it at all, but it sounded like it was coming from a stranger.

But he immediately realized it was true, and he didn't know where it came from.

He certainly knows that Voldemort, wherever he is or whatever he is doing, is losing his temper.

With the gloomy weather, the atmosphere in the dressing room suddenly became gloomy as Harry said.

“Angry?! Did you see him?” Ron said frighteningly, "Have you seen the illusion? ”

Harry sat still, staring at his feet, relaxing his thoughts and memories in the pain.

The chaotic images, the noise, flashed quickly in front of him, he could not see clearly.

“It's the vampires, there's been a leak in things, what Dumbledore did, ruined his plan! ”

Once again, he was surprised to hear himself say that, but was well aware that it was true.