The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

On the Quidditch pitch, with Mrs. Hooch's whistle, all the broomsticks took off at the same time.

But it was Harry Potter who took the commanding heights first - the Firebolt jumped faster and flew higher than other broomsticks.

"See, that's my godson. His Quidditch level is as good as his father." Sirius's face brightened, "But I really didn't expect you all to come, hahaha, this is definitely A game not to be missed.”

Anna, who was still wearing her doll pajamas, yawned: "I'm not here to support Gryffindor, at least I'm a Ravenclaw."

Aesop sipped his coffee: "To be honest, I really can't understand your preference for Quiz, especially since this sport actually allows wizards to use different brooms."

"Then you're not here yet." Sirius rolled his eyes at this unappetizing guy.

Aesop looked at Hancock and Tonks who were cheering in the front row and sighed: "I can't seem too out of place."

It was obvious that Gryffindor was full of momentum in this match and soon opened up a gap of [-] to [-].

Next, as long as Harry can catch the Golden Snitch, the game will end - and he does find the flapping silver wings before the Ravenclaw Seeker.

"That's it!" Tonks suddenly shouted, pointing to the stands not far away, where three tall, black and hooded Dementors appeared.

Sirius was anxious: "I have been proven innocent, why haven't these damn guys been imprisoned yet?"

He couldn't help but not be anxious, because the dementors had a far greater impact on Harry than others.

Now is the critical moment to catch the Golden Snitch, and the Firebolt is flying so high at this moment. If Harry is affected by the dementors at this time, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Calm down, Sirius, those are not Dementors." Aesop said with certainty, but he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the three disguised Dementors, as if he had discovered something, "No one is better than me. Understand Dementors."

Obviously, Harry also saw these "Dementors" from high in the sky, but he didn't stop to think at all. He continued to control the Firebolt and rushed towards the Golden Snitch. He just took out his wand with one hand and shouted: " Call the gods to protect you!”

A huge silver-white thing emerged from the tip of the wand and rushed straight towards the "dementors".

Sirius's eyes seemed to look straight: "James..."

In mid-air, Harry stretched out his hand still holding the wand, and caught the struggling little Snitch in his fingers - he once again successfully caught the Golden Snitch and helped Gryffindor win the game.

When Ms. Hooch's whistle sounded to end the game, the Gryffindor players flew towards the hero. They hugged Harry so hard that he almost fell off his broom.

The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers.

"Damn it, he's a Malfoy brat. He's just as bad as his father!" Sirius saw Lupine throwing Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and the Slytherins in a heap on the court. Captain Marcus Flint pulled out the long, hooded black robes - it seemed that they were pretending to be dementors, trying to cause trouble for Harry.

Aesop suddenly "flyed" down from the stands: "Professor McGonagall, I will help you bring them to the dean."

Obviously the headmaster of Gryffindor was still angry, and he didn't look good when he saw Aesop: "Such behavior is really bad. I must hand them over to Principal Dumbledore to clarify the facts."

"Professor McGonagall, I guarantee that Professor Snape will give them appropriate punishment." Aesop said seriously.

Professor McGonagall took a few breaths angrily: "Okay, Aesop, I believe you will not protect these despicable fellow students."

So Aesop led the four students pretending to be dementors and walked towards the castle - the court behind them was full of little wizards who had not yet come out of their frenzy.

Obviously, knowing that the decision on punishment would be made by their own dean, Malfoy and his two followers took it for granted that Aesop was here to rescue them - everyone knows how biased the dean of Slytherin is towards his own house. Students, especially the Malfoy family, have a deep connection with Snape, so he will definitely not punish himself.

On the other hand, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, followed Aesop without saying a word, like an eggplant beaten by frost.This "behemoth" is hunched over and seems to be trying to reduce his presence.

Aesop, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped in front of the castle gate, and Marcus, like a conditioned reflex, stopped immediately, almost causing Draco, who had no time to stop, to hit his back.

"Marcus, you should still remember me." Aesop did not turn around, but sweat was already forming on Marcus Flint's forehead, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

"Yes, Lord Snake, I have already entered Hogwarts before you left Slytherin." No wonder the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team was so nervous, and listened to Aesop's "Legend" Unlike the older Slytherin wizard, he had personally witnessed the majesty of the Snake King, which left a deep psychological shadow on the young wizard who had just entered school at the time.

"Then you should remember what I said - we unabashedly pursue honor, but it must be in an honorable way."

"Yes, sir." Marcus didn't dare to refute at all. Facing this senior Slytherin who had already graduated, the pressure was even greater than in front of Professor Snape.

Aesop turned around and patted the big man on the shoulder: "Then, go and apologize to the Gryffindor team, and then go to Professor Snape's office to receive the penalty. It will be closed for at least half a semester, no problem."

Marcus let out a sigh of relief, okay...

"Apologise? How can we apologize to those idiots in Gryffindor? We are noble Slytherins!" Malfoy said angrily.

Marcus, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly became nervous again. He wanted to shut up this "junior" immediately - you idiot, you don't want to take me with you if you want to die!

Aesop's eyes looked at Draco Malfoy and the two followers behind him. Suddenly, the three brothers took a few steps back, and Goyle almost tripped over him.

What was going on with that look? For a moment, Draco felt that he was about to be killed by the senior who had graduated long ago.

"Malfoy, are you questioning me?" Although Aesop smiled, there was no emotion in his words.

Marcus carefully moved to the side - if this gentleman got angry, it would be better if it spread to him more slowly.

Draco gritted his teeth, but after all, he still didn't refute.

"Don't look aggrieved - I allow you to question me." Aesop looked condescendingly at the young master of the Malfoy family, "Just like when I was still in Slytherin Academy, I allowed anyone to question me. but……"

"It's just your doubt that will only be established after defeating me." Aesop took out his wand, "Do you want to give it a try, Draco?"

"Of course, you can go back to the common room, call all the people in the college who support you, and challenge me together!"

"Whoever can stand at the end, then who has the final say - these are my rules, the rules I set for Slytherin."