A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The two teams of students quickly rose into the air and the game officially began!

It’s just that the situation at this time was not good. In just 5 minutes, the students watching the game in the stands saw the players staggering in mid-air. They could not see the situation on the court clearly, let alone the Golden Snitch and the Ghost Flying. Even the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students couldn't tell the difference.

The students had to shout to talk to each other, and the manic wind made it difficult for them to hear or see everything around them.

"This game is not intended to be a complete failure." Edward curled his lips, "You should choose a day with good weather."

"Maybe." Dumbledore nodded and said, still raising his head and staring at the various figures in the sky.

I don’t know how long the game lasted. It became difficult for the players to even keep their broomsticks moving in a straight line. Their hands were already frozen and their bodies were numb. Dangerous situations occurred several times - they almost hit everything from their broomsticks. Up and down.

But now everyone was soaked to the skin, and the raindrops were so dense that they couldn't see clearly.

Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded with the first lightning, and the game entered a timeout.But the spectators in the stands didn't know all this. They could only hear Mrs. Hooch's whistle and couldn't see what was happening on the court.

The game resumed quickly, because mid-air returned to its previous appearance: red and yellow figures flashed quickly in the wind and rain, and only blurry figures could be seen, and the situation on the field could not be clearly seen at all.

"This game is really boring." Edward yawned and said, he was really about to fall asleep. "You might as well put an end to this boring farce. You can't let students sit here all night, Bobby. I will hate you to death.”

Dumbledore hesitated to stop the game, but just as he hesitated, something strange happened on the court.

A timid silence fell on the terraces around the track; the wind, although still as strong as before, had forgotten its roar, as if someone had turned it off, as if they had suddenly gone deaf - what happened What's going on?

A terrible cold wave swept across the entire stadium in an instant. Whether it was the players in mid-air or the students in the stands, they all clearly realized what had happened.

At least a hundred dementors broke into the stadium. Their faces hidden under the hoods looked around. The students who were seen all shuddered, as if ice-cold water rose from their chests, cutting their Offal.

Then, in a moment of stunned silence, a red figure fell from mid-air, and everyone was shocked.

The players in the air couldn't care less about the game at the moment. They all quickly swooped down on their brooms to check on the unlucky guy.

Dumbledore stood up angrily, took out the white elder wand from his pocket, waved the wand at the dementors raging in the air, and shot a ball of silver substance at them - which transformed and gathered in the air, becoming a Phoenix, it flew towards the dementors.

Sitting next to Dumbledore with Edward yawning as if nothing had happened.

But Dumbledore was obviously furious. He quickly got out of his seat and rushed down the aisle to the bottom of the stadium to check on the unfortunate student.

"Professor Lumpo, you help other professors escort the students back to the castle. I'm going to see that student..."

Edward nodded absently, there were just a few Dementors, and only the Patronus Charm could be used to drive them away - although Edward could not summon his own Patronus.

The silver phoenix obviously posed a great threat to the dementors. They scattered to avoid the phoenix's attack. In just a few minutes, they were driven out of the stadium by the phoenix.

But obviously things will not end so easily. Dumbledore will never tolerate such a thing happening again, and the only way is to ask the Ministry of Magic to evacuate these unreliable guards.

At least he had to make it clear to Cornelius Fudge that Dementors could no longer be allowed outside the school - they were more dangerous than Black.

Dumbledore rushed to the open space under the stadium. When he saw that the injured person who fell was Harry Potter, he was obviously furious. He looked at Harry worriedly and used magic to put him on a stretcher. Haha With Leigh floating on the stretcher, Dumbledore followed Harry all the way to school on foot.

There were bursts of sobs from the surrounding Gryffindor students, and their faces were mixed with tears or rain.

Harry Potter is dead!

Everyone thinks so.

It wasn't until... Dumbledore sent Harry to the infirmary that the students realized that... Harry could still be saved...

Madam Pomfrey, of course, was absolutely furious.

"Dementors...what troubles are going to happen next year? Why does this little guy always come to the infirmary so often?" Madam Pomfrey complained and turned around to look for potions in the cabinet.

"Poppy, please be sure to heal him." Dumbledore said seriously, his eyes fixed on Harry, his limbs were twisted into irregular shapes, and his breathing was almost gone - fact Up, just now outside, under the sound of wind and rain, Harry's breathing could not be heard at all.

"I will heal him as if nothing happened," Madam Pomfrey stopped and turned to look at Dumbledore angrily, "but you can't put the children in so much danger, You are the principal and you should ensure the safety of the students."

"Sorry, Poppy, this is my dereliction of duty." Dumbledore lowered his head, "You can heal little Harry, right?"

"Of course, but he will probably have to stay in the infirmary for a while. He must be in great pain... Such a serious injury... Maybe he should be grateful that he fainted now..." Madam Pomfrey looked at the stretcher worriedly. Harry came up, his arms almost twisted into knots, "Okay, Albus, I'm going to treat him. If you can't help, then please leave here now."

"Okay, Poppy." Dumbledore bowed slightly, glanced at Harry one last time, sighed and exited the room.

Outside the infirmary, Oliver Wood beat his chest in despair. He was not angry because he lost the Academy Cup, he was angry that he did not save Harry in time.What was the House Cup compared to Harry?

If Harry lost his life because of the Quidditch match, or had any irreversible sequelae, Wood would definitely blame himself to death.

"Well, Mr. Wood, I think Madam Pomfrey doesn't want the noise coming from the corridor while she's treating Harry."