Chapter 93 Dogs, Eagles, and Dementors

I have an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!

Hermione came here wearing a cloak, and she was smiling all over her face.

Harry froze for a moment, then handed her the glasses with a puzzled look, and the whole team watched in amazement.

Amid the strange gazes, Hermione tapped Harry's glasses with her wand.

Waterproof and moisture-proof!

—well! she said, handing Harry the glasses back, the water won't interfere with your glasses any more!

Wood watched excitedly, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Great! he shouted hoarsely behind Hermione.

At this time, Hermione, who had retired, had already disappeared into the crowd.

...Okay, everyone, work hard! Wood turned around and yelled at the team members again, as if he had regained his energy just because of Hermione's little action.

Hermione's spell worked.

Harry was still numb from the cold and wet as never before, but at least he could see.

Renewing his resolve, he hustled his broom through the turbulent air, flying and dashing in every direction, looking carefully for the humble Snitch.

In the process he dodged a Bludger and skimmed past Diggory, who was flying in the opposite direction...

There was another burst of thunder, followed by a forked lightning, and the situation seemed to be getting more and more dangerous.

Harry felt that he had to catch the Snitch as soon as possible - Maca scored another goal! Almost no one can stop him!

Harry turned around again, trying to get back to the middle of the pitch.

But just then, another bolt of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry caught sight of the greatest distraction.

It was the silhouette of a huge, shaggy black dog, clearly reflected against the sky, in the empty row of seats on the top tier of the stands.

Ever since Harry saw the black dog before school started, that image had been stuck in his mind. In the divination class, Professor Trelawney even called it unknown in horror, causing some students to try to stay away from him.

And now, damn it, he saw it again!

Harry's hands, already numb from the cold, slipped on the broomstick and he fell several feet. He brushed the wet ends of his hair away from his eyes, and squinted at the stands again.

But the dog was gone.

Harry! Wood shouted from the Gryffindor goal, Harry, behind you!

Harry looked around in a panic, only to find that Diggory continued to plummet towards the pitch, a small golden blob flitted across the rainy air, and a golden light shone between them that could not be ignored.

In a panic, Harry threw his whole body on the broomstick, and he spun and rushed towards the Snitch.

Come on! he yelled at his broom, and the rain slapped his cheek, but he didn't care. Quick! Faster!

However, something strange happened on the scene.

There was a timid silence in the terraces around the stadium—the wind, though still as strong as ever, seemed to have forgotten to howl, as if someone had turned the volume switch off to silence the wind.

Harry felt as if he had suddenly gone deaf.

What happened?

Then a familiar and terrifying cold wave hit him again, raging non-stop in his body. At this time, he just felt that something seemed to be moving on the field below.

Harry didn't have time to think about it, so he took his eyes off the Snitch and looked down.

That's a dementor! The number is outrageous!

There, at least a hundred dementors stood below,

Their faces, hidden under their hoods, were all turned towards him!

Suddenly, Harry felt as if icy water rose from his chest, cutting his internal organs continuously. Then he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice...

Someone was moaning, moaning inside his head...it was a woman...no, there seemed to be something else.

Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!

Go away, you stupid woman . . . go away! Now!

Don't touch Harry, please don't - come to me, kill me and then -

Harry's head was full of numbness, and he felt that his mind was full of white fog-what was he doing? why is he flying He had to help her...she was dying! She is going to be murdered!

But Harry just felt himself falling, falling in that icy mist.

Don't touch Harry! Please don't touch him... please... have mercy! have mercy—

A shrill voice was laughing, and the woman was screaming... But at this moment, a sudden force supported his falling body!

...Call God to protect you.

A calm voice sounded in Harry's ear, and he felt his body was surrounded by a soft and warm breath. At the same time, there seemed to be a burst of cheers and exclamations in the distance.

That's...the audience...it's the voice of the audience in the stands! Am I still playing? Yes, playing!

Harry woke up suddenly, and when he realized that his eyes were tightly shut, he managed to open his eyelids, which were as heavy as lead.

Immediately, he immediately saw a giant eagle exuding a silver mist!

The body of that giant eagle was almost bigger than a human being, with its wings spread out, it was so big that it gave him a boost of energy.

The giant eagle soared rapidly in front of it, and the silver-white light mist surrounded and entangled its body...Suddenly, it retracted its wings, and swooped down towards the dementors floating on the ground with a magnificent momentum. go.

The fog of light seemed to be elongated behind the giant eagle, dragging out a conspicuous silver-white light band in the air, which seemed to have a reassuring beauty.

The silver-white giant eagle suddenly rushed into the place where the dementors gathered together, knocking nearly ten dementors into the air with one impact, and the scene seemed a little chaotic for a while.

This kind of giant eagle seems to be the natural enemy of the dementors. It comes and goes naturally, as if it is not worried about the threat posed by those terrifying dementors. On the contrary, the dementors scattered in all directions, and fled to the outside of the stadium before the giant eagle could scratch its beak and peck it.

The giant eagle followed them closely for a while before disappearing in midair for no reason.

Until now, Harry put away his stunned expression and looked around.

... Maca? he asked in surprise.

The person next to him at the moment was Maca, who was holding Harry's waistband in one hand and his wand in the other, hanging upside down from his Nimbus 2000, leaning on his two legs Hook a broom handle.

Don't look, Maca said with difficulty, frowning hard, Do you still have the strength? If so, climb onto the broom! Hurry up, if you don't want to fall!

The light wheel 2000 is slowly descending, but Maca doesn't seem to have much strength to control it properly, so it's up to Harry at this moment.

However……

Oh, I'm sorry— Harry felt his hands and feet were going weak, and he was completely out of control.

Okay, okay! Maca sighed, Remember, you owe me once!

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the corner under the viewing platform, just in time to see the figure of a black dog turning around and running quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.

On the viewing platform, the students, professors, and even Dumbledore were all looking at him—he even saw the smile in Dumbledore's pale blue pupils.

At least everything is going according to plan—

Maca muttered something in a low voice, then decisively let go of her legs, and fell down together with Harry amidst the screams of all the teachers and students.

Floating into the sky!

Under the effect of the floating spell, the speed of falling immediately slowed down, and when they got close to the ground, Maca and Harry almost fell to the ground like two leaves in the wind and rain.

Fortunately, at the moment Maca chose to fall freely, the two of them were not so high from the ground, otherwise Maca was really not sure that they could land without injury.

call--

Maka lay with her head up on the muddy turf, even though the bean-sized raindrops hit her face and body, she didn't even bother to move.

It's been a lot of work.

At his feet, Harry was face down in the mud, with his buttocks facing the sky, which was a different story altogether.

In order to prevent Harry from suffocating, Maca raised her leg with great effort and kicked his ass, causing him to roll over and lie on his side on the lawn.

Cough cough cough, ho-huh-- Harry coughed a few times, then gasped for breath twice, Oh... thank you... I almost... cough cough... I almost thought I was going to Suffocated by mud.

Maca didn't have time to talk to him, he was hurrying to think about other things right now!

After a while, other students gathered around, and everyone rushed them to the school hospital.

Oh! Golden Snitch! Is the game over? Harry seemed to regain his energy suddenly, and he struggled to shout.

What kind of thief is flying, just lie down and don't move, don't cause trouble to others, or I will let them throw you down and let you find the thief yourself. Maca said lightly.

Uh, sorry... Harry fell silent immediately.

In fact, probably because of the influence of the dementors, Harry had long since lost his strength. When he was put on the hospital bed of the school hospital by the crowd, he fell asleep very quickly.

On the contrary, Maca, who contributed the most, still kept his eyes open.

In the beginning, many people chattered around him, and then they were all kicked out by the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey.

He needs a rest! They all need a rest! Get out of here—

Maca turned her head and looked outside the closed window. The violent storm continued violently, as if there was no intention of stopping at all.

Then sleep for a while, I have to go to the Forbidden Forest at night... Maca said, slowly closing her eyes.