No one could have imagined that the Quidditch preliminary round that they had been looking forward to for half a year would end in this way.
Hufflepuff won, but there was not much excitement on their faces. Gryffindor lost the first game, but they also had no energy to be sad. Even Slytherin forgot to pay tribute to Gryffindor who suffered a tragic defeat in Waterloo. The Fendo team was sarcastic, and most of the young wizards from the four colleges gathered in their respective common rooms, discussing the shocking scene that had just occurred on the playground.
The little wizards learned from the graduating seniors and seniors that the magic performed by Professor Blaine was called the 'Patron Saint Curse'. It was a very advanced white magic specially used to deal with terrifying threats. Ghost monster.
"Deal?"
In the Hufflepuff lounge, Justin Finch-Fletchley said to the classmates surrounding him,
"I thought that strange snake was the master of the dementors!"
"Don't say that, Justin--"
Hannah said in a reproachful tone,
"We can't make the same mistake, right? Last school year, in Lockhart's dueling class, Potter used his Parseltongue to stop the snake conjured by Malfoy from attacking you... Today The situation is almost the same as that time. The professors have already said that Professor Brain only used a modified Patronus Charm to deal with the dementors. However, the spell was not actually used in actual combat, so it... seemed a bit weird... .”
"I feel like this is just prevarication, Hannah."
Justin said unwillingly.
"At least--"
Ernie shrugged his shoulders to express his point of view, "At least after Professor Blaine transformed the Patronus, I won't feel the cold anymore... Before that, hiss... I would rather die than go to Az Caban.”
There are many similar discussions.
"Profound white magic, do you believe this kind of nonsense? According to me, it is a very profound black magic!"
In the green basement of Slytherin, Draco said excitedly,
"I have known for a long time that he has this ability. I dare say that even the Dark Lord may not be able to do this!"
In the current Slytherin Academy, there are many young wizards whose fathers are loyal followers of Voldemort. Among these young wizards, the vast majority still believe that the Dark Lord can bring unprecedented glory to the pure-blood family. Savior.
Therefore, Draco's evaluation did not get the flattery he expected, and even his two loyal followers, Crabbe and Goyle, seemed hesitant to speak.
In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey sent away the captain of the Gryffindor team who came to see Harry, and was cleaning up the muddy water on the ground with an unhappy look on her face.
After a period of settlement and Professor Blaine's explanation, Hermione and Ron finally stood together again. Although the Banban matter was still an unsolved knot in his heart, both of them had a tacit understanding and deliberate intention. Ignore this.
"You can't imagine how big that thing is, Harry!"
Ron opened his arms and gestured desperately to Harry. He looked fascinated and said in a tone of awe,
"The big snake was as tall as Gryffindor Tower, with a pair of wings on its back. It was all silver-white at first, but then one of them turned black for some reason. Those dementors... they surrounded Flying around with those black wings..."
Ron seemed to be trying to find a metaphor to describe the dementors' appearance when they were surrounding their wings, but he racked his brains and couldn't find any appropriate adjectives. In the end, he could only throw out the word 'kind'.
"That's not normal, is it?"
Unlike Ron who was excited, Hermione looked worried.
"Professor Brain's magic looks like the same one used by Professor Lupine when he dealt with the dementors who came to search on the train... They are all shining silver creatures that can spew silver mist, but their The effect is completely different..."
"Perhaps Professor Blaine is more knowledgeable about this magic,"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a matter-of-fact tone,
"It's obvious at a glance, isn't it? Just look at the size of the things he transformed."
"Those dementors..."
Being able to see Ron and Hermione resume normal communication was probably a rare happy thing for Harry after today's experience. He had been lying on the hospital bed silently listening to Ron and Hermione's communication. Professor En's patron saint...
Through Ron's description, Harry could probably imagine what an amazing thing Professor Brain had come up with, but he was in no mood to be surprised by this right now...
Because he once again failed miserably in front of the dementors, causing Gryffindor to lose this crucial game, and when he was unconscious, he heard the humble pleading voice.
"Where are the dementors?"
Harry asked in a low voice.
"They're all locked up...Professor Brain is very angry. I've never seen him look like that-"
Hermione said in a trembling voice,
"He probably felt that he had neglected his duty. When he flew down from the club, Professor McGonagall asked him how he was going to deal with the dementors. He said that he would wait for Fudge to come over in person and ask him why these dementors were taken. The spirit monster will lose control."
Harry pursed his lips and nodded, his thoughts once again occupied by that desperate voice.
A strong gust of wind broke into the room through the gap in the unclosed window sash, and the curtains were blown rustling.
Ron quickly ran over to close the window, and when he turned back, Harry finally raised his head again.
"Did you pick up my broom for me?"
Looking at Ron who was staggering on his feet, Harry, whose mood had reached rock bottom, looked at him again. He subconsciously asked,
"What's wrong? Is it broken?"
"That's not true--"
Hermione said hesitantly,
"Well... when you fell, it was blown away by the wind... Everyone was frightened by Professor Blaine's patronus... So, um... you know the Whomping Willow is Beside the playground..."
.........
Principal's office
Fox held his head high, a wandering 'silver dragon' reflected in his ruby-like eyes. The rows of portraits on the wall were whispering. The center of their discussion was the same black and white winged dragon wandering around the office. snake.
Dumbledore's expression was more serious than ever before, and his blue eyes were brighter than ever before, as if they were really radiating light, and his state really gave Amos who was standing beside him The tower brought some pressure.
"That's it, Amosta--"
After a while, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said tiredly.
The rustling little voices in the office seemed to disappear after Dumbledore said these words, and even the portraits stopped for a while, expecting him to give everyone an answer.
"Did you find anything, Principal?"
Amosta waved away the patron saint, his expression calm and without any waves.
"Sit down and talk--"
Dumbledore returned to his desk and invited Amosta to sit down. The gazes of two pairs of pupils of different colors met in the office, but neither of them noticed anything in the other's eyes, because both of them were Occlumency was practiced.
"Before we use our charming imaginations to make those wild guesses, Amosta... I have to ask."
Dumbledore put his hands on his chin and said solemnly,
"Is there anything you want to tell me...I mean, some of your experiences will help our next speculations get closer to the truth."
Some experiences...
The prophecy of the Druid ancestors that somehow involved him?
The collapsed island of Avalon?
The Gryffindor who appeared in front of him across a thousand years?
Or is it the double snake staff that was predicted to be picked up by oneself, but somehow voluntarily escaped from one's control and disappeared without a trace along with the woman Cliona?
Amosta sighed inwardly...
Why is this world so hostile to time travellers?
Reading Pavilion
