This Hogwarts is not normal

After heavy rain poured down and a gust of wind roared, the players on both sides of the field struggled to stabilize their broomsticks.

Vincent is no exception.

But anyone who can be selected into the school team, even as a substitute, can handle this small situation perfectly.

After the small episode, the game continued as usual.

Even though the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, it could not extinguish the determination of both sides to win.

Enraged, Flint flew towards the Quaffle like a train of trucks speeding through the air.

A bump to be precise, a bump with his hard elbow.

Vincent braked quickly.

Beta's performance was not as good as that of Rogue Rabbit, but with his superb control, he still managed to dodge this insidious elbow attack.

The quaffle that was hit whizzed past Draco's face.

Harry, who was dangling behind him, quickly turned his head, narrowly dodging after another.

"Flint! You are shameless!" George and Fred yelled, causing the girls to launch a collective denunciation.

It was unsportsmanlike and it rose to the level of a personal vendetta.

Unfortunately, under the violent storm, the referee Mrs. Hodge did not see what happened at all.

Flint gestured to his batter, and a Bludger immediately hit Vincent.

Interfering if you can't fight hard is the Slytherin team's consistent tactic against Gryffindor's scoring champion.

It can be easily handled when there are rogue rabbits, but it's a little more difficult when it comes to Beta.

Several times, they were narrowly avoided, which made the boys secretly worried.

They were scared, very scared.

George and Fred raised their altitude, "Vincent! We'll cover you!"

"No! You go protect Katie and Angelina!"

Slytherin had just scored 10 points. If Draco caught the Golden Snitch again, the game would be lost.

Vincent turned around and faced the twins, appearing to be at ease, "Don't worry! I can handle it!"

One person attracts half the team's firepower, and it's hard not to be convinced.

Flint's plan failed.

Gryffindor's formation was like an iron wall, and there was no way they could break through with just their strength.

But letting Vincent go will only make the situation worse. If you persist, you will always find an opportunity.

Draco stopped suddenly and stared coldly at the surrounded figure high in the sky.

He turned around and smiled contemptuously at Harry, "Potter! Wayne is just holding on! Can't you see it?"

Of course they know.

Harry's firm eyes showed no hesitation, "That's why we can't let him down!"

Draco turned around indifferently, "A bunch of idiots!"

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand at all.

Collective interests are sometimes far more important than individual interests.

Suddenly, a golden figure streaked across the lawn below.

Draco pressed down on the broom handle hard, but Harry behind him was a step faster.

The two broomsticks are equally advanced, and the slower one is the slower one.

The Golden Snitch seemed to sense the movement behind him and kept circling around on the lawn.

Harry was upset at the missed opportunity.

If only it could be faster, even faster.

The tips of grass scratched his trousers, and he was almost flying on the ground.

The teachers and students in the stands were all frightened for him.

At such a speed, if you are not careful, even if you fall into the mud, your whole body will be broken.

Such images appear in their minds inexplicably, like a lingering nightmare.

Draco, who was following Harry, slowed down, his face extremely pale.

The rain was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering.

It’s only November, it shouldn’t be.

In fact, it wasn't just him, the students in the audience had started to feel abnormal.

This is a familiar feeling, a feeling of despair that seems to crush everything.

Hermione suddenly stood up and looked blankly at the dark clouds in the sky.

The small yellow umbrella slowly slipped from her hand.

Daphne quickly picked up the umbrella, "What's wrong? What's wrong with your expression..."

The doubts ended abruptly.

That piece was not a dark cloud at all, but a dense collection of black figures overlapping together.

The surrounding students also noticed something strange.

"Photo..." They were so frightened that they covered their mouths.

A light blue translucent phoenix suddenly appeared and flew around the entire arena.

Dumbledore squeezed the Elder Wand in his hand and fixed his sharp gaze on the army of dementors in the sky.

"Call the guardian gods!" The professors waved their wands and summoned their respective patron saints.

"Albus!" McGonagall's face was full of fear, "We must stop the game immediately!"

The field was not affected and they all seemed to be focused on the game.

Dumbledore looked serious, "Wait a minute."

Mag saw that he was rarely angry, and the hand holding the wand no longer trembled.

The Ministry of Magic must give the school a reasonable explanation for what happened today.

Snape in the other stand had a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on Harry who was still chasing the Golden Snitch on the lawn.

Even Lupine summoned the incomplete Patronus in the form of a ball of light, but he had no intention of taking action.

Even the students chanted the spells one after another. Is it true that he cannot use the Patronus Charm?

The dark army of Dementors did not give in at all, but instead dived straight down towards the arena.

They cannot be killed, and no matter how powerful the patron saint is, they can only be temporarily dispersed.

But there is a dense army of Dementors here, and it is destined to be a difficult and protracted battle.

The team members in the arena finally noticed, but the oncoming army of dementors failed to stop them.

Gryffindor didn't back down, and neither did Slytherin.

Draco stopped on the sidelines.

Vincent was still surrounded, and Harry didn't give up chasing the Golden Snitch.

He doesn't understand, and may never understand.

It's just an ordinary school game. Is it worth them ignoring the danger?

"Maybe no dementors were found?

Yes, it must be like this..."

Draco muttered, clenching his fists tightly.

Do they really not know?

No, they know.

But the heart-pounding fear and despair did not defeat them, but instead became the motivation for them to win the game.

"Good opportunity!" Betty scored and the score reached 160:10.

Even if you get the Golden Snitch, it's just an equal share.

While Draco was stunned for a moment, Angelina also successfully scored.

If something is not done, Slytherin will lose.

He took a deep breath and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was making a very important decision.

He loosened his clenched fists and grasped the broom handle firmly.

The speed increased to the extreme, and Harry's back was soon clearly visible.

"Potter! I won't lose to you!"

The distance was getting closer and closer, and when he could reach out and touch his back, Harry suddenly quickly raised the height.

The Golden Snitch shot high into the sky like a cannonball, and Draco gritted his teeth and raised the broom handle to catch up.

What was very miraculous was that the negative emotions that were constantly eroding his heart and making him unable to resist were gradually weakening.

But where the Golden Snitch flew to were the Dementors coming down on him.

Draco unconsciously slowed down.

It is not so easy to face fear and despair, even if most of the dementors have been driven away by the patron saints.

But behind the Golden Snitch, Harry was still following closely.

Seeing that they were about to rush into the dementors, all the teachers and students in the school couldn't help but pause.

The sound of rain was so quiet that it was completely inaudible, and everything around him seemed not to exist.

Quick, faster.

Almost, almost caught it.

With everyone's prayers, Harry managed to reach out and catch the Snitch.

But unfortunately, he fell into the dementors and lost his trace.

After a moment, a figure fell down.

"Harry!"

Countless screams sounded.

The head-on contact with the dementors made him faint instantly.

"Ouch——" Accompanied by a shrill howl, a black figure rushed into the arena from the outside.

Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye, as if it was rushing in with all its strength.

If anyone noticed it, they could vaguely tell it was a medium-sized black-furred animal.

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