Chapter 139 Quidditch in the Storm
"Secret passage," Hermione looked at Hephis, "Do you think Black came in through the secret passage?"
Hephis shrugged with disdain.
"It could be anywhere. Secret passages, the forbidden forest, house-elves. Hogwarts is like a sieve."
"Then... could it be the secret passage we passed through last time?" Hermione hesitated for a moment.
"Should we tell Professor Dumbledore?"
Hephis rubbed Hermione's little head.
"Don't worry about it. Dumbledore has been in Hogwarts for so many years. If he doesn't even know about these secret passages, then it would be strange."
"But what if..." Hermione was still a little worried.
"There's no chance of that happening. That old... er... Dumbledore hasn't gotten Alzheimer's yet. He understands better than anyone else."
Hephis could only continue to comfort her.
"Lights out!" Percy's voice suddenly rang out, "Everyone get into your sleeping bags and stop talking immediately!"
As he finished speaking, all the candles went out instantly.
Now only those silver ghosts can bring some light.
They wandered around, talking to the prefects.
Around three in the morning, most of the students finally fell into a deep sleep.
At this time Dumbledore quietly entered the hall.
Soon after, Snape also walked in, and the two of them stood quietly not far from them, talking in low voices.
Hermione gently nudged Hephis who was already fast asleep.
Hephis was about to speak when Hermione covered his mouth with her soft little hand.
"Shh!" Hermione raised her index finger to signal him to be quiet, and then pointed in Snape's direction.
"I've checked everything..." said Snape.
"Very good, Severus," Dumbledore said with a deep look, "I don't think Black will stay here for long."
"So how did he sneak in? Headmaster, what do you think about this?" Snape said meaningfully.
"Do you remember our previous conversation? Just before the semester started?"
"Remember, Severus." Dumbledore said with a hint of warning in his voice.
"Blake would not have been able to get into this school without help from within. I made my concerns clear when you appointed him..."
Before Snape could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"I don't think anyone in the castle would help Black sneak in here."
Professor Snape pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Then the two of them quickly left the auditorium.
Hermione looked at Hephis, and the meaning was clear: What are they talking about?
Of course Hephis knew that the person Snape was referring to was none other than Lupin.
But it's really not easy to let Hermione know about this.
After all, if Hermione knew, it meant that Harry knew too.
With Harry's impulsive personality, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause, so...
Hephis could only shake his head at Hermione.
In the next few days, the school was filled with little wizards gathering in groups of three or four to talk about Black's intrusion.
And the rumors are getting more and more bizarre, comparable to Hephaestus turning into a giant snake and eating all the Slytherin students.
Time flies and it is the weekend again. The annual Quidditch game is about to begin.
It was Draco again, knocking on Hephis' dormitory door early in the morning.
His face was full of pleading, hoping that Hephis would go to watch his game.
Today's match is between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
This means that it’s time for Draco and Harry to “love and hate each other” again.
Hephis had no choice but to agree after being pestered by Draco, but of course it was not just because of him.
Not only was there a strong wind outside, but there was also heavy rain.
Hephis guessed that Hermione would definitely go, so he went to hold an umbrella for Hermione.
Despite the bad weather, the charm of the Quidditch game was still irresistible, and teachers and students from the whole school flocked to the stadium.
Hephis and Hermione held hands and followed the crowd towards the stadium.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier around them.
The wind and rain seemed to have suddenly disappeared within a half-meter range around them.
There was not a drop of rain on them.
Hephis sat with Hermione in the stands on the Gryffindor side.
As soon as they sat down, players from both teams began to enter the field.
Hermione squinted and tried to look at the field, but could only see a row of blurry red and green figures.
"Hephis, I can't even see the people now, how can they play ball?" Hermione said worriedly.
With his evolved eyes, Hephis could see clearly.
And he can also solve the problem fundamentally by simply stopping the storm.
But that would require him to transform into a dragon, so...
Hephis conjured up a pair of special glasses and handed them to Hermione, allowing her to see more clearly.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and fifteen broomsticks took off into the sky.
Slytherin's broomsticks, although they are all Nimbus 2001.
However, the stormy weather prevented them from making full use of their speed advantage.
On the other hand, the Gryffindor players relied on tacit cooperation.
The impact of heavy rain on vision is ignored, reducing the difficulty of finding teammates.
Soon Gryffindor took the lead and successfully scored a goal.
Draco was also blown around by the strong wind and he had no time to bother Harry.
The rain was pouring down, his whole body was soaked, and the wind was as strong as a knife, blowing his little face painfully.
His only thought at this moment was to catch the Golden Snitch, end the game, and return to the warm and dry lounge.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, the thunder rumbled louder, and the wind and rain became increasingly violent.
Draco's vision was blurred by the rain, and he couldn't see the Golden Snitch at all.
He could only fly around the field blindly, hoping to get lucky and find the golden figure.
Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dim stadium.
A small golden dot appeared in front of Draco's eyes. It was the Golden Snitch.
But at this time the Golden Snitch was closer to Harry, but fortunately Harry did not notice it.
Draco immediately accelerated and rushed towards the Golden Snitch.
At this time, Harry also heard Wood's anxious shout, "Harry, behind you, behind you."
He turned quickly and saw the Golden Snitch as well, and he rushed over.
Draco and Harry saw each other, and the distance between them was rapidly closing.
At this moment, Hephis stood up suddenly and looked up at the sky with a serious expression.
In the sky, hundreds of Dementors surged in like a tide, heading straight for the Quidditch pitch.
They had been hungry for too long, and they had not tasted the joy of sucking since they were sent to garrison at Hogwarts.
The happy aroma of the Quidditch pitch was too tempting at the moment.
The air was filled with a biting chill, and the originally raging rainstorm had now condensed into ice crystals.
