Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Thankfully the ground is soft."

"I thought he was dead, but it seemed like his glasses weren't even broken."

In the Hogwarts hospital, several Gryffindor students gathered around Harry's bed and were chirping non-stop. He could hear their voices but had no idea what they were saying.

The only feeling he felt was pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten hard.

"Thanks to Louis, I seemed to hear him using a shock-absorbing spell."

"And his Patronus. He's only in second grade and he can actually use the Patronus Charm."

"You must have seen the situation at that time. It was terrible. It was definitely the most terrifying scene I have ever seen in my life."

Yes, it was a cold, helpless feeling, and all Harry could think of was the woman's scream and a green light.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Louis as well as the Gryffindor Quidditch players.

They all seemed to be in a sorry state, but their faces were full of joy.

"How are you Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked quickly, his tone seemed a little anxious.

"What happened?"

"You fell out of the air." Fred gestured at the side, "About fifty feet high."

"It's a bit scary, but you seem to be fine now." Katie Bell's tone was trembling.

"No, I mean, that game." Harry asked, "We didn't lose, right?"

The air was silent for a moment, no one said a word, and Harry saw that everyone's faces didn't seem very happy.

"Digory caught the Golden Snitch." George said awkwardly, "Shortly after you fell, he saw you falling to the ground and wanted to rematch, but the Dementors came at that time."

"He won openly, there's nothing to say about that. Even Wood admitted this." Angelina spread her hands, "Although the Dementors disrupted the situation in the end, the game was already over by then."

"Where's Wood? He's not here?"

"He's still wet in the rain." Fred sighed. After all, losing in the game would be uncomfortable for no one.

Harry buried his face between his knees, looking full of remorse.

"It's okay, Harry, it's not your fault." Fred comforted, "It's a competition, you can't catch the snitch every time."

"There is still a chance, Harry. We are just a hundred points behind. If Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, we will defeat Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"But if Ravenclaw loses to Hufflepuff." George seemed to have thought of another possibility.

"No way, Ravenclaw is great! But if Slytherin loses"

Yes, Ravenclaw is indeed great, not to mention they also have a beautiful Seeker. For Cedric, losing the game and getting a wife is indeed a good deal. Louis thought to himself.

"That's all 100 percent correct."

Harry listened to their conversation and didn't seem to care about what they said. He only knew that they had lost. This was the first time he had lost a game.

Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey warned the Quidditch players that Harry needed to rest and not allow so many of them around him.

"We'll see you again later, get some rest Harry."

Fred and the others left, leaving Ron, Hermione, Louis and Ginny behind.

"Dumbledore was very angry. He didn't expect so many dementors to cause trouble in the school." Hermione couldn't help but tremble when she thought of that scene.

"How did I pass out, and where is my broom?" Harry asked.

"It's just like on the express train, Harry." Ron explained, "If it weren't for Louis' spell and his Patronus, you might have been more seriously injured."

"As for your broom, Louis got it back for you."

Louis handed the intact Nimbus 2000, which was leaning against the wall, into Harry's hands.

"Thank you, Louis." Harry didn't know what to say. Although he lost the game, at least the broom that had been with him for two years was safe.

"It's nothing. If it blows away, it might be destroyed by the Whomping Willow. It's just a piece of cake."

What Louis said was not a bluff. In fact, Harry's Nimbus 2000 was indeed broken by the Whomping Willow during this time period.

The four of them stayed at Harry's place until late in the evening, and finally decided to leave after Madam Pomfrey's repeated urging.

When passing by the bed next to him, Lewis suddenly remembered something. After saying hello to the other three, he returned to the school hospital.

Due to the influence of the dementors, Madam Pomfrey had to expand the hospital's beds and add some beds in a temporary room to provide a temporary resting place for students who were seriously affected by the dementors.

Astoria is one of them. In order to prevent each other from disturbing each other, she isolated each bed separately and cast a soundproofing spell.

Astoria's expression did not improve. She looked out the window from time to time, wondering what she was thinking in her mind.

The blocking screen was opened, and Lewis slowly came to her bedside. He gently helped her cover the bed with the quilt.

"Louis, do you think I will be like my mother?"

Astoria spoke suddenly, with a bit of anxiety in her eyes.

Lewis was slightly startled. He knew why Astoria's mother died. It was an extremely rare curse, a curse from the bloodline. But this curse was very strange. It was passed down from female to male, and there were almost no Cure possible.

The blood curse patients he knew eventually became Voldemort's exclusive pets.

"No, there is no such coincidence in the world." Louis said sitting on the edge of the bed, the breeze blowing through her white silk stockings.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if I really get this disease, all of you will leave me, because this is a curse that will affect you." Astoria's tone was slightly trembling.

"Don't say that." Lewis frowned, "Don't you have a sister? It might be her."

"Pfft."

Astoria couldn't help but laugh:

"If Daphne hears what you said, she will kill you."

"Don't worry, we still have time, I will figure out a way."

Although she knew that what the young man said was to comfort her, Astoria heard the confidence in his mouth, as if he could really find a way. At that moment, she felt reassured.

"Then you can teach me the Patronus Charm again. I think I will be able to fight the Dementors next time."

"Then what kind of patron saint do you think you would be?"

"Maybe it's a wolf like you." Astoria smiled, "Because that is the emblem of my family, and it is also the symbol of our Greengrass family, resilience and unity."