Chapter 715

Although he felt nauseated by Snape,

the next day, Harry still got up very early.

Because he was very nervous now.

Today was the Quidditch match.

He checked the time—it was four o'clock in the morning.

Outside the window, thunder and rain were raging.

This was a very bad day to play Quidditch. Because in this kind of weather, it would affect their vision. It would create a lot of trouble for him to catch the Golden Snitch.

Thinking of this, he began to feel Slytherin was despicable.

Because Slytherin saw the weather was bad, they used the excuse that Malfoy's arm was injured and they had no substitute Seeker, refusing to compete against Harry and the others, instead making them compete against Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff's Seeker was Cedric, his sprint and turning speed were very fast.

He was also a very excellent Seeker, and Harry was a bit nervous facing him.

He sighed deeply and cast his gaze outside the window.

Then he was stunned.

He saw a large black dog appear outside the castle.

Then it disappeared quickly.

The Grim.

The large black dog wandering on the edge of the grave in the dark night.

It was the prophecy Trelawney gave him.

Harry suddenly felt some panic.

Even if he didn't believe Trelawney's prophecy, he still felt that seeing that large black dog was indeed not a good omen.

Before, when he ran out of his aunt's house, he had seen a large black dog.

That day he had blown up his aunt.

This time he was going to play Quidditch.

Now this large black dog made him think that something must happen in this Quidditch match.

Harry thought worriedly.

Until Crookshanks touched his calf.

Only then did he come back to his senses.

"Go out quickly! Scabbers isn't here!"

Harry picked up Crookshanks.

Then he threw it into the common room.

He thought, if Ron knew that Crookshanks could actually enter their dormitory, Ron would definitely argue with Hermione.

He didn't want to hear them argue at all right now.

Sitting in the Gryffindor common room for several hours,

Harry then came to the Great Hall.

He ate breakfast under Wood's urging.

Then he picked up his broom and walked toward the Quidditch pitch.

On the way, he ran into Malfoy.

Malfoy looked at him with schadenfreude, his expression extremely arrogant.

"Some people, they are just pathetic, they have to play Quidditch in this kind of weather, getting rained on... Scarhead, will you faint?"

Harry gritted his teeth in anger.

But he reacted immediately.

He looked at Malfoy and mocked: "That's still better than some people who lied to Darren, got beaten black and blue by Darren, rolling on the ground, and finally begging for mercy!"

Gryffindor's laughter filled the entire corridor.

However, Harry couldn't laugh immediately.

Because they finally arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

The pitch was wet, and the pouring rain made him almost unable to see the scene clearly.

After the match started.

He tried hard to find the trace of the Golden Snitch in the high sky, but unfortunately, the Golden Snitch could not be found at all.

At the same time.

Darren was sitting in the stands watching the match.

Harry's muddy appearance made him shake his head involuntarily.

Fortunately, he hadn't been allowed by Snape to play Quidditch.

At a time like this, he would rather be comfortable, wrapped up tightly, sitting in the warm stands watching others play ball.

Than be willing to rush up into the rain himself.

But don't say.

Watching ball games on a rainy day was still quite interesting.

Watching them fly around blindly on the pitch, covered in embarrassment.

If he hadn't been concerned about his image, he would definitely have laughed out loud like the other Slytherin students at this time.

Unfortunately.

As this little Saintly Father, he naturally could only reveal a worried expression.

Finally.

Harry and the others fell down.

Darren immediately pretended to be worried and ran toward the pitch.

On the way, he was cast several Warming Charms and Waterproofing Charms by professors he saw.

Darren successfully rushed in front of Harry.

He asked worriedly: "Brother, I feel like you've been flying around randomly, are you not feeling well?"

"No, it's this weather, I can't see clearly at all wearing glasses."

Harry was extremely annoyed.

Darren patted his head.

He immediately took out his wand and tapped on Harry's glasses.

"Impervius!"

Harry discovered that no matter how much it rained, he could see things clearly through his glasses.

"Darren, you are amazing!"

"It was all me forgetting, I should have done this for you earlier, causing you to..."

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

Darren accepted the Saintly Father Value and revealed a sad expression.

Making Harry sigh heavily.

"Alright, you go back quickly! It's really cold here, you're already afraid of the cold, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Harry pushed Darren, and then, afraid Darren would worry, he quickly rushed into the rain again.

Darren looked at his back, filled with sympathy.

Not just because this child had to play ball in the rain.

But also because, in a moment, Dementors would appear, and then scare Harry until he fell directly to the ground.

Sure enough.

Half an hour after Darren had just returned to the stands,