Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 316 Diggory, you need to think!

"The weather is terrible, isn't it?" Hufflepuff, like most ordinary British people, started the conversation by complaining about the weather.

"Yes." Although Cedric didn't understand what Professor White was up to, he still stopped and started chatting with her.

"How about it? Are you confident? Can you win?" Hufflepuff looked at Cedric with expectant eyes, the young man she had already noticed.

This guy is handsome, smart, studious, and has a charismatic personality; he's so outstanding that he doesn't seem like a Hufflepuff at all.

Cedric wanted to say that it was no problem at all and confidently declare, "We can win!", but after seeing Professor White's gaze, the words that came out of his mouth inexplicably turned into "It's hard to say."

Honestly, with Hufflepuff's roster, it's really a bit difficult for them to beat Gryffindor.

If it weren't for the storm, Hufflepuff's chances of winning would have been almost zero. The storm actually narrowed the gap between the two teams, giving Hufflepuff a slight chance of victory, but it only changed the odds from 90/10 to 70/30.

Helga nodded and made an "uh-huh" sound.

"Indeed, it will be very difficult for you to beat them."

Cedric: ...

Are you trying to sabotage me? Please, I finally mustered up a little courage!

Professor White's overly blunt words left Cedric momentarily speechless, so he could only try to bypass Professor White and go into the auditorium for breakfast.

"Wait, don't go!" Helga quickly called out to him, "It's precisely because it's difficult that you have to put in more effort, and effort isn't just physical, but also mental—Digori, you need to think."

"Think?" Cedric frowned.

"Yes, think about it. Think carefully about how to deal with this storm. Perhaps the chance of victory lies hidden in the wind and rain?" Hufflepuff said nothing more and walked into the Great Hall on his own.

She had many plans and knew many spells; she could stop the storm, and even literally make the rain only fall on the heads of the Gryffindor team members. But she intended to leave the problem to the children to solve themselves; she only intended to provide guidance.

This is what a teacher should do.

Watching Professor White's departing figure, Cedric fell into deep thought: How should we deal with the storm? If only the rain only hit Gryffindor, wait—!

Cedric suddenly unearthed a spell that was extremely useful at the moment and a potion that was allowed to be consumed within the rules from the corner of his memory, and he hurriedly ran to the infirmary on the second floor.

Fifteen minutes before the team's departure, Cedric finally rushed to the auditorium—by then Wood had already finished his pep talk and led the players straight to the field.

Cedric's appearance brought a sigh of relief to the Hufflepuff team: they had just thought Digory had changed his mind and didn't want to play today.

"Take these with you and drink them during the game." Cedric handed small bottles to his players.

"Drinking functional potions is prohibited during the competition..." one team member said with concern, "That's against the rules."

"This isn't a magical potion; it's Madam Pomfrey's cold medicine. Drink it, and two streams of steam will come out of your ears. Once the dampness is expelled, you'll feel much better," Cedric explained earnestly.

This potion won't grant everyone greater strength, but it will make the team members feel comfortable in the wind and rain. In this kind of weather, "comfort" itself is a form of fighting power.

After distributing the potion, Cedric gestured for his teammates to gather around him, then he pulled out his wand—

"Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

He cast a waterproof spell on his teammates' robes, turning them into something akin to raincoats, allowing the team members to stay as dry as possible even in the rain.

"Let's go!" After making thorough preparations, Cedric and his team set off together.

The moment Cedric stepped out of the castle, he suddenly realized that his preparations weren't quite as thorough as they'd hoped. The howling wind whipped them about, and the thunder, rain, and wind nearly deafened them. To make matters worse, while their robes were waterproof, the wind whipped the cold rain into their faces, obscured their vision, and drained their heat.

"Don't panic, Gryffindor's situation is even worse than ours!" After saying this, Cedric immediately shut his mouth to avoid swallowing too much cold wind and rain.

Students were arriving one after another, and even the storm couldn't dampen their determination to watch the Quidditch match.

Rice looked at the students struggling to make their way to the stadium in the pouring rain and was speechless: Do these kids have too few recreational activities?

However, he didn't criticize the children, because he was also one of them...

Of course, Rice, who possessed a domain, wouldn't be affected by a mere storm; the raindrops would be repelled by an invisible wall as they flew towards him. He used magic to construct a space of several cubic meters around himself, ensuring that it would be protected from rain and cold winds.

Knowing that Rice had this ability, Daphne immediately shrank behind Rice, leisurely watching the other students get soaked to the bone.

"That's the secret of magic!" she exclaimed smugly. "Those guys are just like Muggles."

Rice glanced at her and said softly, "Daphne, it's not difficult to create such a space with magic. The real skill lies in making such a space just enough to encompass only one's own body surface—would you like to see that?"

"No, no, no!" Daphne shook her head vigorously. "My shoes can't get wet today!"

Rice was just teasing her; he didn't actually shrink the magic space back. He noticed Astoria's figure also appeared at the castle gate. The little girl clearly didn't want to get her clothes wet, and then she thought of a rather ingenious solution—

First, she cast a waterproof spell on her clothes, turning her robe into a "raincoat." Then, she curled up, shrinking into the robe and pulling up the hood, completely enveloping herself in it. Next, she used flight magic, skimming the ground as she sped towards the court.

Rice was stunned by Astoria's actions—she was adept at using magic.

When the little girl rushed to Rice's side, he intercepted her with lightning speed and pulled her into the magic space.

Looking at Astoria's face, which was covered by the hood, Rice couldn't help but wonder, "Can you even see the road ahead like that?"

"I can't see very clearly, I'm flying by feel," Astoria answered honestly.

Rice: ...

"Well done, but don't do it again next time. I'll teach you how to use magic to shield yourself from the wind and rain when we get back."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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