Chapter 232 The Dementor who broke into the arena
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The heavy rain seemed to give Gryffindor even more bonuses.
Chaser Angelina Johnson and her teammates scored consecutive goals. Borrowing Neville's telescope, Soul could see the unwillingness on Cedric's face. He wiped the rain off his face fiercely and gave it a hard blow. Lifting the broom into the sky and hovering in the air, Hufflepuff's only winning point now is the small, elusive Golden Snitch.
Hermione was also infected by the lively atmosphere on the court. Every time the Weasley brothers cooperated with Angelina to score a goal, she would cheer a little.
"I feel the charm of Quidditch."
When the fifth ball was mercilessly penetrated into the ring representing Hufflepuff, she jumped up holding Soul's neck and shouted loudly in his ear.
But can you please pay attention, Hermione, I am a Hufflepuff, it is appropriate for you to hold my neck and celebrate the Gryffindor score.
Soul sighed helplessly.
Due to the heavier rain and the increasingly cold wind, Wood severely knocked away Hufflepuff's attack and raised his hands to stop the game. He seemed to be changing his tactics.
When Harry went down to the field, everyone saw that he was soaked to the skin and his thin body was shaking in the strong wind.
"I guess Harry is quite cold." Ron said over his shoulder.
Wood gathered his teammates together and seemed to be arranging something. Cedric, who had been flying around the field tirelessly, was also able to get some rest time.
"Beep..." Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle again, and the game continued!
"Crash..." The Tianhe River seemed to be hanging upside down, and the rain tirelessly hit the lawn, splashing muddy water.
Cheers and boos came one after another. Harry and Cedric each occupied a space, tacitly exchanging and circling to look for the golden figure in the rain.
Suddenly, Harry didn't know if he was freezing. With a stroke of his hand, the broom and the broom fell down a few feet. He paused in mid-air, and Neville exclaimed.
When Harry flew into the sky again, Jordan's voice rang.
"Look, Diggory, he seems to have discovered something, he is speeding up, oh my god, when will Gryffindor react?! The Golden Snitch! Diggory discovered the Golden Snitch!!"
"Cough cough cough!!" Professor McGonagall suddenly coughed loudly. It was obvious that the narrator Jordan was reminding his preferred Gryffindor in this way, which was obviously against the rules.
Harry seemed to have come to his senses. He hurriedly grabbed the broom and turned to the right. Harry also saw the Golden Snitch. He leaned down and the light wheel was accelerating.
At this moment, a flash of light flashed across the sky.
"Look, the sky!" Neville suddenly shouted in horror, "That's!! Dementors!!!"
More and more people noticed the black cloak flying in and out of the clouds.
They were approaching the court, like hyenas that had spotted their prey, with their dry and spotted hands stretched out clearly.
Some dementors appeared on the lawn at some unknown time, looking up at the little wizards in the stands. They seemed to be breathing something.
A chill suddenly enveloped the entire place.
Everyone clearly felt a sense of despair that was difficult to describe in words, and the joy and excitement brought by Quidditch disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
It was like a quacking duck being strangled by the neck, and no one could make a sound.
"Calling the Gods to protect you!" Amid the rain, a flash of silver light flashed across the stands where Gryffindor was sitting, and Soul's voice rang out in the quiet venue.
He held his wand levelly and stepped on the stool, standing out from the crowd with determination in his eyes.
"go."
The magic power in his body surged up to the wand raised high in his hand. Silver light burst out, and a blurry white animal quickly formed on the tip of the wand, circled the stand twice, and quickly rushed into the sky.
The brilliant white brilliance illuminated the dark venue.
The Dementors in the clouds seemed to have seen their natural enemies and quickly drifted away, but they did not want to leave and hovered over the Quidditch pitch.
But Suer forgot that there was a group of dementors in the venue.
Several of them looked at each other and slowly flew up, heading towards the Gryffindor stands.
"Harry! Look Harry!"
Because it was the Patronus released by Sur, several young wizards around him were the first to recover. Before they had time to relax, they saw Harry who was swaying and swaying, and Ron exclaimed.
"Go! Drop! Come down! Come on!...Gah..."
At this time, the few Dementors coming up from the bottom were already approaching, and the chill quickly surged into his soul. The magic power in Sur's body was forced to stagnate for a moment. The Patron Saint who was confronting the Dementors in the clouds in mid-air immediately A little weaker.
He came face-to-face with a dementor floating up from below.
"Calling the Divine Guards!" Professor McGonagall's angry voice sounded, and a silver-white halo flashed past the explanation desk, making it difficult to see what was inside.
But it quickly rushed into the sky, and Sur could vaguely see a feline-like figure in it.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the group of dementors hidden in them let out a piercing scream, appeared, and retreated.
Sur's patron saint sensed his master's crisis in mid-air, turned around and flew towards him.
"Get out!" Suer pointed his wand at the dementors floating up from the ground with a cold face. The silver-white badger came to Suer in an instant and hit one of the dementors with its claws.
The Dementor closest to Sur floated downwards like a kicked football under the impact of the Patronus.
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
Silver mist clusters in twos and threes lit up in various areas of the stands, but many of them had no specific shape.
They are senior students. The Patronus Charm is one of the spells that must be learned in the sixth and seventh grade spells class.
Before Soul could breathe a sigh of relief, Neville sounded with a horrified voice.
"What's that dementor going to do?!"
Soul quickly looked at it carefully, and by the way, Harry was still in the air!
During the commotion just now, a dementor had approached Harry, and its head under the hood was almost covering Harry's face.
"Get out!" Dumbledore rushed over. Everyone had never seen him look so angry. Everyone could see the fire burning in his eyes.
Dumbledore appeared directly in the center of the field, raising his wand, and his white wizard robes fluttered in the strong wind.
In the teachers' stand, Snape, who had stood up at some point, sat down.
Dumbledore raised his wand high, and a small silver sun lit up in the middle of the field. It was very bright, but not dazzling.
Soul heard a melodious chirp, and a large, blurry bird fluttered its wings in the silver sun and rushed towards Harry in mid-air.
The Dementor, which had blocked Harry with half of its body, directly withstood the angry attack of Dumbledore's Patronus.
After letting out a fearful scream, it was quickly torn from the middle, melted, and disappeared into a wisp of gray mist.
Harry was revealed to be hanging upside down with his eyes tightly closed, holding on to the broom instinctively.
The big silver bird continued unabated, passed Harry, disintegrated into wisps of clouds high in the sky, and floated down, its warm breath quickly dispelling the chill covering the venue.
The dementors on the field had scattered and flew away at some point.
The Dementors who were confronting Suhr were no exception.
Harry, who had been unconscious for some time, became limp and slipped off the broom after breaking away from the control of the Dementors.
Dumbledore calmly raised his hand and pointed at Harry who was falling.
Chaser Angelina Johnson and her teammates scored consecutive goals. Borrowing Neville's telescope, Soul could see the unwillingness on Cedric's face. He wiped the rain off his face fiercely and gave it a hard blow. Lifting the broom into the sky and hovering in the air, Hufflepuff's only winning point now is the small, elusive Golden Snitch.
Hermione was also infected by the lively atmosphere on the court. Every time the Weasley brothers cooperated with Angelina to score a goal, she would cheer a little.
"I feel the charm of Quidditch."
When the fifth ball was mercilessly penetrated into the ring representing Hufflepuff, she jumped up holding Soul's neck and shouted loudly in his ear.
But can you please pay attention, Hermione, I am a Hufflepuff, it is appropriate for you to hold my neck and celebrate the Gryffindor score.
Soul sighed helplessly.
Due to the heavier rain and the increasingly cold wind, Wood severely knocked away Hufflepuff's attack and raised his hands to stop the game. He seemed to be changing his tactics.
When Harry went down to the field, everyone saw that he was soaked to the skin and his thin body was shaking in the strong wind.
"I guess Harry is quite cold." Ron said over his shoulder.
Wood gathered his teammates together and seemed to be arranging something. Cedric, who had been flying around the field tirelessly, was also able to get some rest time.
"Beep..." Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle again, and the game continued!
"Crash..." The Tianhe River seemed to be hanging upside down, and the rain tirelessly hit the lawn, splashing muddy water.
Cheers and boos came one after another. Harry and Cedric each occupied a space, tacitly exchanging and circling to look for the golden figure in the rain.
Suddenly, Harry didn't know if he was freezing. With a stroke of his hand, the broom and the broom fell down a few feet. He paused in mid-air, and Neville exclaimed.
When Harry flew into the sky again, Jordan's voice rang.
"Look, Diggory, he seems to have discovered something, he is speeding up, oh my god, when will Gryffindor react?! The Golden Snitch! Diggory discovered the Golden Snitch!!"
"Cough cough cough!!" Professor McGonagall suddenly coughed loudly. It was obvious that the narrator Jordan was reminding his preferred Gryffindor in this way, which was obviously against the rules.
Harry seemed to have come to his senses. He hurriedly grabbed the broom and turned to the right. Harry also saw the Golden Snitch. He leaned down and the light wheel was accelerating.
At this moment, a flash of light flashed across the sky.
"Look, the sky!" Neville suddenly shouted in horror, "That's!! Dementors!!!"
More and more people noticed the black cloak flying in and out of the clouds.
They were approaching the court, like hyenas that had spotted their prey, with their dry and spotted hands stretched out clearly.
Some dementors appeared on the lawn at some unknown time, looking up at the little wizards in the stands. They seemed to be breathing something.
A chill suddenly enveloped the entire place.
Everyone clearly felt a sense of despair that was difficult to describe in words, and the joy and excitement brought by Quidditch disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
It was like a quacking duck being strangled by the neck, and no one could make a sound.
"Calling the Gods to protect you!" Amid the rain, a flash of silver light flashed across the stands where Gryffindor was sitting, and Soul's voice rang out in the quiet venue.
He held his wand levelly and stepped on the stool, standing out from the crowd with determination in his eyes.
"go."
The magic power in his body surged up to the wand raised high in his hand. Silver light burst out, and a blurry white animal quickly formed on the tip of the wand, circled the stand twice, and quickly rushed into the sky.
The brilliant white brilliance illuminated the dark venue.
The Dementors in the clouds seemed to have seen their natural enemies and quickly drifted away, but they did not want to leave and hovered over the Quidditch pitch.
But Suer forgot that there was a group of dementors in the venue.
Several of them looked at each other and slowly flew up, heading towards the Gryffindor stands.
"Harry! Look Harry!"
Because it was the Patronus released by Sur, several young wizards around him were the first to recover. Before they had time to relax, they saw Harry who was swaying and swaying, and Ron exclaimed.
"Go! Drop! Come down! Come on!...Gah..."
At this time, the few Dementors coming up from the bottom were already approaching, and the chill quickly surged into his soul. The magic power in Sur's body was forced to stagnate for a moment. The Patron Saint who was confronting the Dementors in the clouds in mid-air immediately A little weaker.
He came face-to-face with a dementor floating up from below.
"Calling the Divine Guards!" Professor McGonagall's angry voice sounded, and a silver-white halo flashed past the explanation desk, making it difficult to see what was inside.
But it quickly rushed into the sky, and Sur could vaguely see a feline-like figure in it.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the group of dementors hidden in them let out a piercing scream, appeared, and retreated.
Sur's patron saint sensed his master's crisis in mid-air, turned around and flew towards him.
"Get out!" Suer pointed his wand at the dementors floating up from the ground with a cold face. The silver-white badger came to Suer in an instant and hit one of the dementors with its claws.
The Dementor closest to Sur floated downwards like a kicked football under the impact of the Patronus.
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
Silver mist clusters in twos and threes lit up in various areas of the stands, but many of them had no specific shape.
They are senior students. The Patronus Charm is one of the spells that must be learned in the sixth and seventh grade spells class.
Before Soul could breathe a sigh of relief, Neville sounded with a horrified voice.
"What's that dementor going to do?!"
Soul quickly looked at it carefully, and by the way, Harry was still in the air!
During the commotion just now, a dementor had approached Harry, and its head under the hood was almost covering Harry's face.
"Get out!" Dumbledore rushed over. Everyone had never seen him look so angry. Everyone could see the fire burning in his eyes.
Dumbledore appeared directly in the center of the field, raising his wand, and his white wizard robes fluttered in the strong wind.
In the teachers' stand, Snape, who had stood up at some point, sat down.
Dumbledore raised his wand high, and a small silver sun lit up in the middle of the field. It was very bright, but not dazzling.
Soul heard a melodious chirp, and a large, blurry bird fluttered its wings in the silver sun and rushed towards Harry in mid-air.
The Dementor, which had blocked Harry with half of its body, directly withstood the angry attack of Dumbledore's Patronus.
After letting out a fearful scream, it was quickly torn from the middle, melted, and disappeared into a wisp of gray mist.
Harry was revealed to be hanging upside down with his eyes tightly closed, holding on to the broom instinctively.
The big silver bird continued unabated, passed Harry, disintegrated into wisps of clouds high in the sky, and floated down, its warm breath quickly dispelling the chill covering the venue.
The dementors on the field had scattered and flew away at some point.
The Dementors who were confronting Suhr were no exception.
Harry, who had been unconscious for some time, became limp and slipped off the broom after breaking away from the control of the Dementors.
Dumbledore calmly raised his hand and pointed at Harry who was falling.
