The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the field, wearing canary-yellow robes. The Captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood but Wood now looked as though he had lockjaw and merely nodded. Harry saw Madam Hooch's mouth form the words, ¡°Mount Your brooms.¡± He pulled his right foot out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant ¡ª they were off.
¡°Blimey, haven¡¯ yeh heard?¡± said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. ¡°Er ¡ª Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'¡. Thought everyone'd know by now¡ Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An¡¯ he was loose on the grounds las¡¯ night¡. He's packin¡¯ now, o¡¯ course.¡±
The noise of the storm was even louder in the common room. Harry knew better than to think the match would be canceled; Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms. Nevertheless, he was starting to feel very apprehensive. Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to him in the corridor; Diggory was a fifth year and a lot bigger than Harry. Seekers were usually light and speedy, but Diggory's weight would be an advantage in this weather because he was less likely to be blown off course.