Chapter 507
Heavy Rain
Chapter 507 Heavy Rain
When the Quidditch World Cup was first held, there was no Statute of Secrecy, and although relations between wizards and Muggles were beginning to become tense, they were not yet at loggerheads.
Therefore, occasionally, Muggles accidentally stumbled into the Quidditch field and saw wizards riding brooms chasing and fighting fiercely in the sky. When they went home and told others about their experiences, they were often regarded as dreaming and confused.
But sometimes, they also leave some wonderful legends among Muggles.
After hundreds of years of development, Quidditch has already formed a series of complex rules and procedures. The game actually started about a year ago.
During the qualifying stage, each game cannot exceed four hours, and even if the Golden Snitch is not caught at the end, the winner will be determined by the score.
The semi-finals were much more flexible, and like the finals, they all ended with catching the Golden Snitch. Because there were times when the competition lasted for three or five days, there was a three-day interval between each game.
The day after Wade arrived, Hermione and the Patil sisters came to the stadium. She lived in the room next to Harry, and in the evening, they went to the nearby stream to catch fish.
On the third day, Neville and his grandmother also came to the stadium. This time they were ready to camp, so they brought an old-fashioned magic tent that smelled of pine resin. Wade and others also helped to set up the tent.
Next up is the match between Bulgaria and Egypt.
The two teams were not very lucky. It started raining in the evening, and it turned into a downpour when the game started at night. No matter how bright the magic lights were, they could not save the extremely poor vision.
One of the rules of the Quidditch World Cup is that weather spells cannot be used to change the weather during the match.
People believe that the weather is part of the game, and unless there are some extreme circumstances - such as volcanic eruptions or hurricanes - athletes will try their best to win even in adverse conditions.
The spectators in the stands were able to use a transparent magic barrier to block the rain outside, but the two unlucky teams could only play the game wearing goggles and braving the wind and rain.
In this kind of weather, a two-second downpour could soak a person's entire body, even their mouths would be full of water. Fortunately, the rules did not prohibit them from casting waterproof and moisture-proof spells on their glasses - but this didn't seem to help.
The rain was heavy, and a black shadow flew past in front of my eyes with a "whoosh". Not far away, it seemed that two figures collided directly with each other, and it was unclear which team they were from.
Harry tried to open his eyes wide to see the battle clearly, but Wade only watched patiently for ten minutes before sitting down and starting to flip through the book.
His current collection of books is no longer limited to those copied from the school library. There are countless magic books from Black, Wowelette, Grindelwald, Flamel and others, and the quality is very high. Wade can read any book with great interest.
Lupin turned sideways and patted Vader on the shoulder.
"If you don't want to watch the game, I'll accompany you back to the tent?" Lupin said softly, "At least it's quieter there."
He had long discovered that Wade had little interest in Quidditch and preferred to watch the audience around him and the chaotic but interesting environment in the camp before the game rather than the intense competition.
Wade thought about it and closed the book, saying, "I'll go back by myself, and you can continue reading - I'm not a three-year-old child, and I know the way back."
"Okay." Lupin didn't insist, and said with a smile: "Be careful on the road, and rest early when you get back."
"Okay." Wade pushed open the door at the back of the box and walked down the corridor lit by lanterns. From time to time, he heard excited, complaining, or quarreling voices coming from the boxes he passed by.
Except for a few people who ran out of the box to use the toilet, the audience did not leave the stands because of the bad weather. The aisle was empty, and only Wade was walking back at this time.
After all, this kind of rainstorm usually doesn't last long and may stop after a few dozen minutes, so the audience can still enjoy the exciting game.
Wade walked to the entrance on the bottom floor, then raised his wand. A barrier like an umbrella shot out from the tip of the wand, keeping the heavy rain out.
There were many tents in the camp, some like tall buildings, some like hills, and some like high-heeled glasses turned upside down on the ground. At night, they were all black shadows, like countless monsters standing silently in the dark night.
Wade also subconsciously lightened his footsteps, said nothing, and walked quietly through the middle of the tent.
Suddenly, something moved in his field of vision, as if a skinny child was hiding behind the tent and waving.
Wade's scalp suddenly felt numb, his breath was stuck in his throat, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It felt like a cold wind was blowing behind him, and like a cold snake was crawling up his spine.
After a few seconds, he slowly exhaled and inhaled, forced himself to remain calm, and then walked in that direction.
Of course, he could turn around and go back to his dormitory immediately, but Wade felt that he would not be able to sleep well tonight unless he figured out what was going on with that strange, short shadow.
From the looks of it, Wade only paused for a moment and then continued walking forward, seemingly unaffected.
As the distance gradually approached, Wade turned his empty palm and cast a silent and wandless luminous spell. It was as if he was holding a ball of light in his hand, illuminating the surrounding area within several meters.
The shadow behind the tent also revealed its true form - it turned out to be a small tree, probably a beech tree, with sparse leaves, and its height was not even up to Wade's chest.
Wade let out a long breath, and laughed at himself, feeling that he was almost paranoid about everything.
He walked around the fur-patterned tent with an animal tail hanging by the door and quickened his pace back.
The sound of "patter, patter" of footsteps stepping on the water gradually faded away, and the surroundings returned to silence again, leaving only the sound of continuous rain falling.
Suddenly, there was another "pop" sound in the darkness, as if a large cork was pulled out of a glass bottle.
The young beech tree pulled its roots out of the soil, shook them like a human, then pulled out the roots on the other side, shook its whole body vigorously, and stretched out its branches and leaves, as if to welcome the rare rainstorm.
Then, the beech tree used its roots as feet and walked towards the nearby forest with crab-like steps, briskly but quickly. The leaves above its head rustled and swayed, like a child waving his hand.
In the direction it was heading, a figure in a black raincoat stood under a tree, looking up at a tall spruce tree in front of it.
(End of this chapter)