The strong wind and heavy rain did not abate with the arrival of the Quidditch match and remained the same as yesterday.

But as the most popular sport in Hogwarts, even in such heavy rain, all the teachers and students came out to watch the game as usual.

They ran along the field towards the playing field. Someone's umbrella was blown away halfway, so they could only lower their heads to resist the strong wind.

Kyle's waterproof and moisture-proof badge played a big role at this moment. The Hufflepuff players stood in the front of the stands in the wind and rain. They didn't hold umbrellas, but they didn't get wet at all. Even their hair was dry.

Naturally, their strangeness was noticed by others.

Malfoy came running over from the direction of the locker room, still wearing his green team uniform.

"Kyle...how did they do it? Have you come up with something new?"

"I guess so." Kyle pointed at the shiny thing on Cedric's chest.

"Waterproof and moisture-resistant badge, a must-have for rainy days."

"I'll buy one." Malfoy said without hesitation, without even asking the price.

"A wise choice." Kyle took out a new one and handed it to him. "Then... ten Galleons."

Malfoy took the badge and reached into his pocket... the next second, his face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

He forgot that he had changed into his team uniform, which had no pockets. In other words, he didn't bring any money.

"As our premium customer, you can also experience it first."

Kyle said at the right moment: "You can decide whether to pay after the game is over."

Malfoy's expression eased a lot, and he said a few polite words in a casual manner.

The general meaning is...it's not that he didn't bring money, he just suddenly wanted to experience the treatment of a high-quality customer.

Also, he would pay no matter what the effect was, and the Malfoy family would never let their friends down when it came to Galleons.

After Malfoy left, many young wizards came forward to ask questions.

But the minimum price is five Galleons, which makes the sales of waterproof and moisture-proof badges not that good.

But there's no way around it, that's the price of magic items, five Galleons is already very low.

Of course, the map doesn’t count, it’s an admission package prepared for freshmen, which is a welfare.

In the last few minutes before the game started, Malfoy came again.

"I'll buy six more," he said, and then he took out seventy Galleons and gave them to Kyle, "And the one I bought before... I've just tried it, and the effect is very good."

As luck would have it, Oliver Wood also arrived at this time.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that there are props here that can protect against rain." He asked, "How much is it?"

"Five Galleons for the normal ones, and ten Galleons for the dragon scale ones," Kyle said.

"Two regular ones." Wood took out ten Galleons and handed them to Kyle.

Malfoy sneered beside him and looked at Wood with disdain.

Wood didn't care.

"Props don't represent strength, Malfoy, you will definitely lose."

Malfoy wanted to sneer, but by then Madam Hooch had already started walking towards the center of the field, so he could only run back quickly.

As for Wood, it was much simpler. He simply jumped down from the stands on his broom and handed the waterproof and moisture-proof badges to two younger chasers.

A few minutes later, with a whistle from Madam Hooch, the game began.

There were cheers from the stands.

"This feels great." The new Hufflepuff goalkeeper walked over from the front. "There were at least a hundred people looking at me just now, and Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor looked over here three times. I dare say she must be fascinated by me."

"You must have seen it wrong, she was clearly looking at me..."

Several people sat down next to Cedric with laughter, and one of them turned around and asked:

"Kyle, is this badge really given to us?"

"This is ten Galleons..." the man sighed, "Next time if there is such a good thing, remember to call me. I can stand for a whole day."

"No problem." Kyle smiled.

At this time, cheers came from the stands again.

Slytherin scored the first goal, and some Slytherin students threw their umbrellas away excitedly.

Amid the cheers, Qiu and Mikel also squeezed through the crowd.

“Let’s not miss anything!”

"Just in time, Slytherin just scored the first goal." Kyle looked at them and said, "How are you guys?"

"Very good." Mikel grinned and said, "The sleeping beans are very effective, but I hit it too hard on the table, and my forehead hurts a little."

"I ate the other half of the swelling candy, too," Cho said. "Madam Pomfrey didn't notice anything wrong at all."

"That's good."

"This is all thanks to your lighting spell." Mikkel sat down and said half-jokingly, "To be honest, I always thought that only I could do it, but I didn't expect you could do it too, and you didn't faint."

"It's nothing, I just relied on the help of magic runes." Kyle waved his hand.

Several people were chatting while watching the game, or rather, they were chatting most of the time.

The heavy rain not only affected the players, but was also not very friendly to the spectators in the stands.

Through the rain, they could just barely see a few shadows moving back and forth, but it was hard to tell who those shadows were.

On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan did not make any jokes for the first time. He had to concentrate all his attention and guess who had the ball by looking at the vague body shape.

"Beautiful... Gryffindor has regained ten points... Well done, Angelina... Well, maybe Spinnet..."

The sky was getting darker and darker, and as the first flash of lightning passed, the conditions on the court became worse and worse.

Lee Jordan had never been so eager for a game to end quickly, but in this situation, it was too difficult to see the Golden Snitch clearly.

"This game won't last until the evening, right?" Mikel asked. "It's too cold today. I should have put on a thicker robe."

"If the Golden Snitch has not been caught... yes!" Cedric said, "Although the school competition is much simpler than the professional competition, the rules are still the same.

The longest Quidditch match I remember at Hogwarts was two days... and that produced the two worst Seekers the school has ever seen."

"No……"

Kyle suddenly said, "I don't think it will be until the evening."

He looked up at the gloomy sky.

Another flash of lightning flashed... briefly lighting up the sky, illuminating hundreds of hooded figures as well.

It was the Dementors, and there they stood, and a terrible chill began to spread through the stadium.

The cheers of the crowd suddenly disappeared and turned into screams of horror.

"Damn it! I was wondering why it suddenly became so cold!"

Mikkel jumped up from his seat. "Why are these monsters here?"

"Perhaps they are attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the field," Kyle said. "Dementors live by absorbing people's happiness. The field right now is almost equivalent to a sumptuous banquet for them... Not many Dementors can resist such temptation."

"What should we do then..." Mikel asked shiveringly, and tightened his robe as if this would make him warmer.

"It's okay." Kyle looked at the Dementors getting closer and closer and comforted him, "Professor Dumbledore will definitely not let them come here."

"But Professor Dumbledore is not in the castle."

Mikel said in a panic, "This morning Professor McGonagall went to the school hospital to ask for some refreshing potions. I pretended to be asleep and heard her conversation with Madam Pomfrey... Professor Dumbledore had already gone to London at that time and would not be back until the evening."

(End of this chapter)