Harry had never played Quidditch in such dangerous weather.
The surroundings were gloomy, and the icy rain carried by the strong wind fell on his cheeks like pebbles. From time to time, heart-shaking explosions came from the dark sky. Between the sky and the earth, there seemed to be nothing but wind, rain, thunder and lightning. It didn't exist. Harry felt like a small boat struggling to hold on in the boiling tide under a typhoon, which might capsize at any time.
At this time, a Bludger flew from above his head. Harry tightened his hands that were almost freezing as he covered the wooden handle, and quickly raised his broomstick to avoid the incoming Bludger.
"Sorry, Harry!"
A few dozen feet away, the voice should be that of Fred or George.
"The weather was too bad, I didn't see clearly!"
The Weasley brothers' apology was vaguely heard in the turbulent wind, but Harry had no time to reply, because directly in front of him, the captain of Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, roared through the rain curtain.
"It's not easy, isn't it?"
Cedric Harry smiled friendly, and it wasn't until the person flew past Harry and flew behind that the voice came,
"If the two of us haven't been able to catch the snitch, this game may last until midnight!"
"Wood agrees with you!"
Harry yelled in response, but Cedric was already flying far away and couldn't hear him clearly.
Poor visibility coupled with howling wind and rain made the game less enjoyable to watch.
The extremely dim sky dyed the robes of the young wizards Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gray. Most of the young wizards crowded together in the stands could not tell which one was making the move in the sky. The little wizards of the academy, however, this does not prevent them from cheering and shouting at the top of their lungs, and this is the charm of Quidditch.
Affected by this cheerful atmosphere, in the center of the stands, Dumbledore, who rarely left the country, was always smiling. He did not mind getting wet in the rain with the little wizards, and gave more space under the umbrella to those who kept making nervous calls. Professor McGonagall.
"Harry!"
Suddenly, the arrogant Wood at the Gryffindor goal attracted everyone's attention. Under his reminder, everyone saw a flickering golden flash somewhere between Harry and Cedric.
The warm atmosphere was completely burned at this moment, and the sudden burst of shouts even caused the rain falling on the ground to deflect.
In the short time that followed, many things happened simultaneously.
With only one hand left to maintain balance, Neville was knocked out of his pocket by Hermione who suddenly stood up. Professor McGonagall, whose heart was pounding and in his throat, took out Dumbledore's right hand because he was too nervous. At the top of the stand, a big black dog crouched behind a wooden pillar under the ceiling suddenly stood up. It seemed to want to escape, but the fear that was almost bound to its soul made its limbs tremble. Be careful not to fall from the high platform into the already watery mud.
The pain from his internal organs made him shake off his stiffness slightly. It took steps without hesitation to escape, but before that, it saw a small black stick floating not far away from him...
The world fell into deathly silence. A mass of deep ink passed through the big iron gate at the school gate at an alarming speed, using rain as the medium to saturate the world. The chill that corroded the body and bones spread wantonly in silence.
Time seemed to stand still. In the blink of an eye, the joyful expressions on the faces of the young wizards who seemed to have been hit by a mass petrification spell froze. Looking at Harry's body falling powerlessly from mid-air, Ron and Hermione's eyes looked desperate.
Dumbledore's blue pupils showed cold anger. The priorities of driving away the Dementors and saving Potter were lingering in his mind for a moment. He made up his mind in an instant. He shook his right hand and tried to pop out his sleeve. But when he did so, he found that his arm was tightly held by Professor McGonagall and he could not move.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and before he could say anything, he stretched out his left hand and pointed his slender index finger at Harry, who quickly slowed down his fall.
And when he was about to take back his right hand again to drive away the dementors who were trying to get close to Harry, on the third floor of the castle, a surge of magic like magma made Dumbledore pause and he breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
Boom!
The roar of Amosta blowing open the windows of his office was the only sound in this voiceless world.
The sudden burst of magic power caused the rain curtain to shake, and a white light like a wave peak exploded from the window sash of the office door. It expanded and rolled in. Countless raindrops frozen in the air were instantly emptied, and the world was unknown!
Staring at the dozens of Dementors lingering in mid-air, Amosta looked calm, but his eyes were as cold as lightning. He lifted up his robe, stepped directly out of the exploded window sash, and transformed into a shadow in an instant. One mile away, standing on the tall ring of the Quidditch pitch!
Click!
A bolt of blue-purple lightning pierced the void and struck the muddy ground. In the windy and rainy world, the dazzling thunder light reflected Amosta's stern profile. This scene will be unforgettable for all the teachers and students present. Situation!
"What does Professor Blaine want to do?!"
The little wizards of the Hufflepuff team were still floating in the air with bewildered faces, while the Weasley brothers of the Gryffindor team had already rushed down to the ground to check on Harry's condition. In the distance, Harry was rushing towards the court. Min and Ron also stopped. They looked up at Professor Blaine who stood on top of the club. Against the background of the thunder, he was like a god. They were inexplicably shocked and at the same time couldn't suppress the confusion in their hearts.
"Put them back where they belong, Amosta."
In the stands, Dumbledore's old voice, who had the same cold expression, was amplified by magic and sounded extremely loud.
Amosta nodded slightly, raised his head, and stared coldly at the dozens of dementors above his head that were like black gods of death. The tip of the wand he held high exploded, like a dam opening, and the silver color The torrent rushed out like a rushing river. In a moment, in the dim world, a bright moon rose slowly!
Pat--
"So what exactly..."
Staring at the silver creature that crowded the sky, with its huge body like a winding mountain, surrounding the entire Quidditch pitch, Fred's hand softened and he threw the broom directly into the mud. He stared at himself blankly. Saying,
"what..."
Plop--
Hermione's weak legs could no longer support her body. She knelt down in the mud, her body trembling with fear. Ron beside her wanted to give her some help, but the same trembling legs made it impossible for him. Make a bending motion.
call!
The giant snake flapped its white wings and sprinkled billions of silver mist on the earth, freeing the little wizards from the influence of the dementors, but it did not make the atmosphere cheerful again.
After Amosta's Patron Saint appeared, the Quidditch pitch fell into even more complete depression. Every little wizard who stared at the figure that covered the sky felt like the oppression from the soul when looking directly at the gods. The feeling brought everyone to the edge of collapse!
"how..."
Snape in the stands said in a babble-like voice,
"Getting so big..."
"Have you met Amosta's Patronus, Severus?"
Dumbledore, who also felt the slightest sense of oppression, retracted his solemn gaze and asked solemnly.
Snape's lips moved, and under the pressure of Dumbledore's gaze, he hesitated and said,
"I gave him some guidance when he was learning the Patronus Charm in Amosta, but... the creature's size seemed normal at that time."
"What on earth is this, Albus?"
Professor McGonagall covered her heart and said weakly, "Patron Saint, is this the Patron Saint?"
"It's a snake, Professor, a magical creature from the East that has long been extinct!"
Hagrid solved the doubts of everyone present with a trembling voice.
On the club, Amosta, who had unleashed such an amazing patron saint, was also frowning. . .
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