By the time we were having lunch, rumors of "Professor Snape No. 2" had already appeared in the study room. Noah didn't listen carefully to the details, but I guess it wasn't a good rumor. After all, the eyes cast towards Noah in the auditorium were filled with awe.
But for Noah...it's quite a relief.
In addition to Noah, Professor Snape also seemed to arouse a lot of resentment in the young wizard.
It is said that this professor made the third-grade wizards directly learn about werewolves during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and abused his power to torture students during the class, which made all the poor wizards who took the class complain.
All I can say is... As expected of Professor Snape, he still performed stably in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
I just feel sorry for the little wizards who are taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. However, after this class, probably all the little wizards will firmly believe that "Principal Dumbledore is wise." After all, Professor Snape's idea of wanting to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts is well known, and Principal Dumbledore Never agreed to this.
Thank you very much, Principal Dumbledore!
All in all, it was destined to be a torturous day for the little wizard who had Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes today. Of course, every class of the latter is just a torture.
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Quidditch started as normal the next day.
When Noah walked out of the basement entrance, the first thing he heard was the howling wind. The heavy rain and wind echoed outside the window, and there was also the faint sound of thunder.
The castle's guardian magic kept the heavy rain and wind out of the castle very well, but the sound only made the little wizards feel nervous.
As Slytherin had predicted, today was indeed not a good time to compete.
But the game that has been scheduled will not be suddenly changed when it is approaching, so the game still needs to go smoothly.
"Are those Gryffindor guys stupid? Why are they still competing in this weather?" Noah heard someone say at the dinner table. There was no doubt that this was Slytherin's statement.
His voice did not calm down, so the Gryffindor next door cast an angry glare, and the implicated Hufflepuff booed dissatisfiedly.
After breakfast, the team members braved the storm and rushed to the stadium. Umbrellas were useless in this weather, and they didn't have the strength to open an umbrella after riding on a broom.
The other little wizards could only reluctantly move towards the arena holding umbrellas. However, the umbrellas held by some little wizards were not affected. Of course, these were umbrellas with specific magic.
Except for some guys in Slytherin who really want to watch the excitement of Gryffindor, the rest of the people are not willing to brave this kind of weather to watch the game, but no one wants to stay in a nearly empty castle. .
There is another threat in the school.
Noah took out his umbrella and opened it, and the spell on the umbrella started smoothly, allowing their umbrella to withstand any wind and rain even in this weather.
If you look around again, it is not difficult to see that almost everyone in Slytherin has this kind of umbrella, while most of the people in other houses are wearing raincoats and cloaks. Although they are also cast with the Water and Fire Invulnerability Curse, they are still not as convenient as umbrellas.
The game was about to start. Noah took his seat. The prefects were arranged in different positions. Noah was in the last row and Eve was in the middle row.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the good news was that the thunder finally stopped and the only sound was the howling wind.
Noah let go of his hand and let the umbrella stop firmly in mid-air. He couldn't even read in this weather.
The game was also very simple. Players from both sides were flying in the air. The little wizards in the audience could hardly see anything further away. They could only see some brooms and balls flying over their heads.
This made the game anxious and a bit boring. After realizing that he couldn't see the game clearly, Slytherin began to whisper, preferring to chat with the people next to him rather than paying extra attention to the top of his head.
About half an hour into the game, Noah suddenly felt something and turned his head to look behind him.
In the rain curtain behind him, there was a vague smell of soaked and rotten dead wood, but it was quickly covered up by the rain.
, only Noah, who had active magic and sharp senses, could clearly smell the approaching smell.
It's a dementor.
A silvery shimmer appeared in Noah's eyes. With the blessing of magic power, his sight easily passed through the rain curtain and saw something approaching in the rain curtain.
That's a lot of dementors.
Not one or two, nor a dozen, but nearly a hundred!
He stood up from his chair with a solemn expression and even took out his wand.
Slytherin sitting next to him was puzzled by his behavior: "What's wrong?"
"Find someone to go to the professor's chair immediately and notify the principal," Noah said to the people next to him while scanning every corner of the arena, "the dementors are coming."
"What?" Sitting next to Noah was a seventh-grade Slytherin. When he heard Noah's words, he couldn't react immediately: "Dementors?"
"These guys seem to be going crazy with hunger." Because he was not affected by the rain, Noah could clearly feel the growing chill around him at this moment, as well as the discomfort of something about to be pulled away, "Quick!"
He groaned, and the senior who was two years older than him was startled. He subconsciously jumped up and ran to the professor's seat. He was so eager that he even forgot to bring an umbrella, and let the cold rain hit his head and face. All over him.
Noah frowned here, and finally saw a black dog in the Gryffindor seat in the same row that was incompatible with this game.
A moment of intuition made him stare at it - it was an Animagus!
Sirius Black!
But the Dementor didn't come for the opponent. He came to the arena in the form of an animal, and the Dementor was not interested in the emotions of animals.
They came for the little wizards gathered here in the arena.
Noah rationally sorted out the situation of the dementors. Principal Dumbledore's restrictions forced these Dementors to stay far away from people. The Dementors' energy had begun to run out due to being unable to absorb emotions for a long time. In addition, Quidditch games have always been able to arouse wizards' emotions. Those The dementors are here for the joyful mood of the little wizards!
Nearly a hundred dementors surrounded him from all directions, it was like a hunt.
Principal Dumbledore's intimidation is no longer very effective. In the eyes of the hungry dementors, they will not be killed anyway. As long as they rush over and take a deep breath, they will have a full meal and make a profit without losing money.
How on earth can the Ministry of Magic release these things with such confidence? But no matter what, the Ministry of Magic will probably receive a lot of complaint letters after this time.
Soon, without the need for blessing magic, Noah could already clearly see the dementor's hazy figure in the rain.
They're coming.
