Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The next morning, Marx woke up from Dormitory's bed.

To be honest, I sat in Lupin's office last night until I arrived in the early hours of the morning, and I didn't sleep for a long time. At this moment, he yawned and re-dressed, then gently left.

There is still a lot to do today, such as the Quiddich race that will start in a while.

The thunder outside is still endless, and the violent wind slams against the outer wall of the castle. Of course, the windows are not spared.

Fortunately, Hufflepuff's Dormitory is all underground, and there is clearly no window present - only a few tiny vents are arranged in the corners to keep the air flowing.

But when Marx came to the corridor on the first floor, he immediately noticed the raging wind and heavy rain that roared outside. They were obviously bigger than yesterday!

Marx used a waterproof spell on himself, and the ruleless of weather conditions moved toward the greenhouse.

Most of the students just got up when Marx took care of the flowers and plants and came to the auditorium to fill his stomach.

"Hey, Marx, I heard that you are going to play today?" Hermione found Marx, who was heading for Hufflepuff's dinning table. She greeted her and asked curiously.

Harry and Ron followed, but their faces were not very good.

Ron was thinking about what Marx was not clear, but Harry's mood was still easy to guess. Recently, he estimated that he was bored by Sirius Black, as if everyone was calling him to be attacked.

In fact, I have to count on the Snape's award of Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday.

In his class, he tried to lower Lupin's teaching level, and even because Hermione kept raising his hand and speaking, he called her "Wan Shi Tong" title again, and Hermione was stunned by tears.

Of course, the most bad luck is Ron. He couldn't help but Snape a word, and he was fined to go to the school hospital to wipe the chamber pot – no magic was allowed.

In comparison, Hermione's mood is the fastest.

"Yeah!" Marx looked towards Hermione, nodded. "Well, I am also a member of Hufflepuff, I have to make some contributions, aren't I?"

Although this is just Marx's pretext, at least, this is a very reasonable explanation, no one will be surprised.

"Oh - I think so." Hermione laughed, encouraged. "I hope you and Harry can all play the best, although the weather is not very good."

"Thank you!" Marx said, walking over and hooking Harry's neck. "Don't care if there's nothing, Harry. I'm in a better mood. If there is any trouble, come to me. If I can, I will help you solve it." ""

"It's best to let Snape talk less about the bad things about Professor Lupin." Ron suddenly said first, "For this, I wiped the chamber pot for nearly two hours last night!"

Marx hearing this spread the handkerchief: "I am afraid I can't do this. Maybe no one except Dumbledore will work... As for Professor Lupin, he will be back tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Oh, really?"

Harry finally showed a hint of surprise, which was probably the only one after another that he had heard in the past two days.

"Yes, that's right," Marx said. "I can always mention some spirits here? It's better in a while, but I won't be merciful."

"Although Slytherin has escaped bad weather, think about it from another angle. At least we don't have to deal with the little tricks of Slytherin in the storm, which is good, what do you say?"

Harry felt that Marx really made sense and couldn't help but nodded.

Quiddich This sport has always been very popular. The teachers and students of the school have come out in peace and go to the stadium to watch this game.

They ran across the lawn to the Quiddich stadium, lowering their heads against the wind.

But after all, no one can cover the entire body of the waterproof spell like Marx. Most of them are holding their umbrellas against the wind and rain. Halfway, several people's umbrellas were blown off by the wind, and all the way to the air.

Even so, it is impossible to extinguish everyone's enthusiasm.

In Hufflepuff's locker room, Cedric is mobilizing for everyone before the game.

Speaking of it, Marx knows that many spells can be used to raise the level of the team in heavy rain. It may be a foul in the official game, but it is relatively easy to drill some holes in the Quiddich cup of Hogwarts.

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

After Cedric finished speaking, everyone went out of the locker room and came to the entrance.

Marx stepped on the broom with everyone and flew to the dense rain curtain outside.

The wind is really big, and almost everyone is affected to varying degrees, even Marx is no exception. But he quickly stabilized his figure and flew into the field in the cheers of the audience.

Below, both Captain flew to the center of the field to shake hands - Diggory smiled at Wood, but Wood now looks like he has a closed jaw, he just nodded, and from time to time he raised his head and looked at Marx.

Everyone can see that Marx’s sudden entry has put him under great pressure.

Harry also flew over from the opposite side, and Marx ordered nodded at him. Harry laughed, but his smile is stiff. The wind and rain on the field is too big, and quite cold, he feels almost frozen.

Madam Hooch put the whistle on his lips and blew his blows, making a sharp whistle. The whistle was covered by the violent rain, which sounded more like coming from a distance.

Quaffle flew high in the rain, the game started!

Marx was the first to move, and the Nimbus 2000 he sat down quickly accelerated, taking him through the rain and rushing straight into the quaffle.

He grabbed the quaffle accurately, and then as a sharp knife, he did not rush to the Gryffindor team's halftime.

The torrential rain was not standing underground, and everyone's vision was greatly limited, and Marx's speed was extremely fast. For a time, the Gryffindor team didn't even have time to see where Marx was.

Soon, Marx rushed to the front of George Weasley.

George saw Marx, but the speed of Marx was too fast, and the two almost hit it!

At this moment, Marx's body momentally tilted to the left, and the whole person slipped under the broom, as if hanging upside down on the broom. He and George passed by in danger and scared George.

After breaking through George, Marx immediately adjusted his body shape, and while others had not arrived, he sprinted directly toward Captain and Keeper's Wood.

Wood is very stressed and very big! But after all is the old team member, and this time he barely controlled his mentality, seriously defending, and intends to fight to intercept Marx once.

"At least once! Once!" Wood kept groaning, his eyes looking straight into the direction of Marx.

Near! Closer! Has entered the scoring area! He is going to pitch the ball!

Wood struggled to the door knocker on the left, because Marx chose that side! The speed is so fast, he wants to change direction is impossible.

But Marx suddenly slammed the broom handle to the right after this is almost impossible!

In order to increase the small arc deflection caused by the high-speed steering, he turned all the way to the right, and the whole person was almost at a horizontal angle to the ground.

Nimbus 2000 hurried through an arc in midair, and even the rain was brought out of an arc.

The quaffle was put into the right knocker by Marx forcibly, and the first one was born in less than two minutes!

The narrator screamed with excitement - such a difficult goal is rare in semi-professional events!

But after 5 points clock, all team members are soaked from the inside out.

The weather is very cold, many people are frozen, and it is difficult to see other teammates, let alone the long-running bludger.

Everyone flies on the stadium and can only see the red and yellow silhouette of each and everyone. I don't know what the game is going on.

In the case of a violent wind, the audience was hidden under the cloak and the umbrella that had been blown away by the wind. The cheers and cheers were only faintly audible.

A lot of players almost came across the broomstick by the bludger. The heavy rain made everyone almost unable to open their eyes. They couldn't see the ball colliding from the opposite side.

In fact, Marx has also been affected. In addition to just getting into the state and getting a goal, he still hasn't found a chance to take the ball.

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

Even so, when he found that Gryffindor's chasing player Katie Bell was throwing the quaffle to another teammate, Marx, who just flew over, intercepted the ball.

Time passed a little, and unconsciously, the score has risen to 60 than 10, and Hufflepuff has already taken a 50-point lead.

Just then, the whistle of Madam Hooch accompanied the first lightning blow since the opening.

On the Gryffindor side, Harry could see the outline of Wood in the dense rain curtain, and the other side was pointing to him, asking him to come down to the ground.

The whole team splashed water and landed on the muddy field lawn.

"I called timeout!" Wood muttered to the team members, "Come on, go under that-"

They huddled under the big umbrella on the side of the stadium, and the other side of the Hufflepuff drilled into the other, and both sides held an emergency meeting with timeout.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped it on his robes.

"How much is the score?" he asked.

"We are behind 50 points," Wood said. "I think we have to grab the golden snitch as soon as possible, or the score will have to continue to expand -"

"But I can't see it at all - I can't see anything, I can't help with glasses!" Harry said with a frustrated wave of glasses.

Just then, Hermione appeared beside Harry.