I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 167 This is Gryffindor, this is Hufflepuff, this is Hogwarts.

They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the field.

Harry dropped from the sky, took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robes.

He asked eagerly, "What's the score?"

"We're leading by fifty points," Wood said, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we're going to be in the night."

"I can't help it with my glasses," said Harry ruefully, waving his glasses.

Hermione in the stands seemed to have noticed something strange about Harry on the field. She had been waiting under the stands early.

See, after Harry fell, she held up her wand and ran up against the wind and rain. The next second, protective spells fell on him.

On the other side, the Hufflepuff players were also gathered together.

"We must drag on!" These were the first words of Cedric after he landed.

"They are very strong and we just have to wait for our chance."

"Procrastinate, I am confident that I will catch the Snitch before Harry!"

Hearing the sound, the other team members nodded.

Although the game only lasted a short time, they had already seen that they could not match Gryffindor in terms of hard power.

Their only hope is to defend and buy Cedric time.

Hopefully he can catch the Golden Snitch before Harry does.Only in this way can they win.

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"The game is suspended!" In the stands, Hannah stretched her neck and looked down.

"Ah, right, right!" Owen replied impatiently with his eyes closed, it didn't matter whether he opened his eyes or not.

Maybe, the 4K high-definition he imagined can be even more exciting!

Of course, no one would know what he was complaining about, not even Feng.

After a few minutes, the game resumed.

Harry flipped over again and soared into the sky.

He brushed his wet hair away from his eyes and plunged into the clouds.

Thanks to the Water Repelling Charm Hermione had cast on his goggles, he was finally able to barely see through the heavy rain and see a little further.

Of course, Wood would not pin all his hopes on Harry, especially with the heavy rain, he also knew how difficult it would be to find the Golden Snitch.

So he formulated an almost crazy offensive strategy.

Relying on their own hard power, as long as they can push the score to more than 150 points, they can't win even if Cedric catches the Golden Snitch.

And Cedric naturally saw Wood's extremely simple strategy.

There was a panic in his heart.

He kept reminding the team members to plug the gaps in the defensive front and never let Gryffindor tear their defense apart.

The competition gradually entered a white-hot stage.

In the entire sky, the red light has been attacking towards the yellow light, and the range is getting bigger and bigger.

Although the score is rising slowly, it is indeed gradually widening.

"Gryffindor scored another goal!"

"Angelet, oh my god, beautifully led the snake out of the hole! She got in another one!"

"The score has arrived - 140:30, Gryffindor is leading by a large margin."

The heavy rain could not block the cheers of the Gryffindors.

On the court, Cedric became more and more anxious.

The rain seriously affected his vision, and he couldn't see very far at all.

And just when he was flustered.

Suddenly a golden shadow, like a perch jumping out of the water, flashed past him.

Cedric followed him almost reflexively.

And Harry, who has been paying attention to Cedric, also discovered his abnormality.

Did he see the golden snitch?

Harry couldn't help feeling anxious.Without thinking much, he flew directly in the direction of Cedric.

"There - Harry, there! The Snitch!"

A golden streamer flashed from a distance, and the twins who were batters happened to see that shadow.

In an instant, Harry and Cedric accelerated at the same time.

The wind whistled and slapped the two of them.

Life hurts when the raindrops hit like a gust of wind!

The strong wind and raindrops poured into Harry's body from the gap in his clothes around his neck.

He was already soaked through.

But the wind and rain did not make him feel cold. On the contrary, his whole body was hot, and his eyes stared at the golden snitch in front of him as if they were on fire.

Cedric was not to be outdone. Although his comet series broom was not as fast as Harry's Nimbus 2000, he still followed behind him relentlessly, only a few steps behind Harry.

In the distance, the Golden Snitch flew higher and higher.

Gradually, it got into the sky and into the dark clouds flashing with thunder.

"Crack!"

Lei Ming frowned, roared, and roared, trying to drive out the foreign object.

A dazzling blue-white flash lights up instantly!

"Harry, danger!!!" Cedric yelled.

He was kind-hearted and didn't want to see Harry get injured for the competition.

The dark clouds ahead are spitting out lightning.

It's too dangerous to get in at this time.

He didn't want to take risks.

But Harry didn't slow down, he was even speeding up.

That Nimbus 2000 has reached the theoretical speed limit.

"Harry, don't go there!!" Cedric howled, using his hands to block the wind and rain in front of him that was pouring into his throat.

Harry remained unmoved, as if the wind seemed to completely cover up Cedric's voice.

He didn't hear it.

High in the sky, Harry continued to speed up, his fiery red cloak flying like a ball of fireworks, soaring into the sky.

"Crack!"

Dangerous thunder sounded again from the front.

Harry gritted his teeth, grasping tightly with both hands, the broom was trembling from the wind and rain.

At this moment, he seemed to be taming a wild horse!

It's not like Harry didn't see the thunder in front of him.

But he knew that if the team wanted to win, this might be his only chance today.

The game must end as soon as possible, he must save his strength for the team!

To deal with the next Slytherin!

With some thought in mind, Harry took out the wand from his waist, gripped the broom tightly with his left hand, and raised the wand straightly with his right hand.

Then, the magic wand of the phoenix feather released a blue substantive radiance.

"Armor protection!!!"

The blue armor is exclusive to the brave.

It shines with light that is not dazzling, but dazzling, breaking through the thunder!

"Crack!"

The lightning was like a whip falling from the sky, and it struck Harry hard.

For a moment, his speed stagnated, but the next second, he picked up again.

"Harry!!!"

Cedric had already slowed down and flew towards the other side.

High in the sky, suddenly it was bright as day, and he subconsciously looked up.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, but Cedric still saw the figure through the raindrops.

In an instant, a huge sense of shock came leisurely.

He stared blankly at the sky, watching Harry's figure flying higher and higher.

Ask yourself, whether it's an armor spell, ultimate protection, or other protective spells, as the best Hufflepuff besides Owen, how can Cedric not do it?

but--

Looking at the blue flash soaring above his head, he suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration.

He does not have the courage to move forward.

"Oh! My God, where is Harry? He won't be rushing into that thundercloud!"

Whether it is the stands or the other players present.

They all only saw two figures soaring into the sky, but now only Cedric fell down.

where is harry

It goes without saying!

"Oh my God! This is too dangerous." On the high platform of Gryffindor, Hagrid held up his huge telescope and stared at the sky, exclaiming incessantly.

He seemed to be able to clearly see the real situation above the dark clouds.

"This is Harry! This is Gryffindor! We have nothing to fear!!!" Ron shouted excitedly!

He excitedly raised the Gryffindor flag from behind that he and Neville had already prepared.

Isn't this the time to wave?

Shouting, he, along with Seamus and Thomas, started roaring to cheer Harry on.

"Harry! Harry!!! Harry!!!"

"Harry come on!!!"

Gradually, the chaotic sound of cheering and cheering became one.

In the Gryffindor stands, the slogan resounded uniformly: "We are brave and fearless, we risk our lives, we are courageous, we are Gryffindor!"

"Long live Gryffindor! Long live Gryffindor!!

Harry go! ! "

The sound waves rose high, with stubborn courage and burning enthusiasm.Send them to the sky with their expectations!

At this moment, the Hufflepuffs were overshadowed.

In the professor's stand, Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of excitement. She had already stood up, holding the wooden handrail of the stand with both hands.

And all the other professors were also cheering for Harry.

"Every curse ends!!!"

The golden streamer dispersed a bolt of lightning again.

Harry's eyes grew more tenacious.

He was already within a few dozen feet of the Golden Snitch!

Grab it now!

Faster, faster!Hurry up! !

Harry's blood is boiling and his soul is burning, like gorgeous fireworks, no one can stop it from blooming in the sky!

"Every curse ends!!!"

Jin Guang once again defeated Thunder and Lightning, and his whole body was highly concentrated.He didn't even notice that the raindrops around him gradually turned into tiny hailstones.

"Crack!"

At this moment, it seemed like fate whispered.

A thick bolt of lightning hit the golden snitch directly.

It suddenly stagnated, and its waving wings seemed to have fallen into a swamp.

Chance! ! !

The speed of the broom was too fast, and he had no time to stop.

I'm going to fly!

And in less than a second, Harry's head instantly chose the most Gryffindor choice.

I saw him, and suddenly let go of his right hand.

The huge wind resistance in front of him blew him off the broom.

Then during the free fall, the figure pierced through the dark clouds, turned over, and grabbed the little golden thing tightly.

"I won!"

At this moment, Harry couldn't stop his excitement.

The wind whistling in my ear seemed to have lost its sound.

It wasn't until a cold pain, like an ice blade cutting his skin, passed through his back that Harry suddenly woke up!

when!

He reluctantly turned around in the air.

In an instant, the dementors, who were attending a feast, covered the sky.

They were wearing tattered dark gray cloaks, floating in the air in all directions, a pair of rotten hands soaked with pus were slowly shaking outside the hoods, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten flesh.

Harry's whole world instantly turned black and white. Although the wind in his ears was still as strong as before, he forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.

"Call God to protect you!" He hastily raised his wand, and with a voice he couldn't even hear, he managed to recite the spell.

A ray of silvery light emanated from his wand, flickering in the wind and rain like a flame, bringing a moment of color to this black-and-white world ruled by spirits and spirits.

But it was only for a moment, and this ray of light dissipated in an instant, turning into a faint blue smoke.

"Calling God! Guard!!" He chanted the magic spell again.

But this time it was even more miserable than before, with only a few strands of silver light.

Didn't even stop the Dementor for an iota.

The next moment, there was only pain in his head, and women's screams came from his ears.

Do not!

The Dementors were sucking the joy out of him!

Harry knows.He studied with Professor Lupin for a month.

He must quickly——

Although his heart was extremely eager, the shadow brought by hundreds of dementors made Harry's eyelids feel heavy.

Dementors from all directions pulled his soul away again and again.

Finally, Harry felt a little relaxed.

As a result, his right hand loosened.

The wand was instantly blown away by the wind without a trace.

"It's over!"

Harry's mind sank, and a huge sense of exhaustion and pain captured his brain in an instant.

The figure falling from a high altitude fainted completely in the next second.

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Thunder disappeared.

The endless darkness completely shrouded the Quidditch field, and the little wizards finally saw clearly the Dementors covering the clouds in the sky. In an instant, their enthusiasm seemed to have been poured a bucket of cold water, and in an instant, their minds began to Continuous flashbacks to all kinds of terrible things.

They feel depressed, powerless, and terrified, as if the world is ending.

"Owen!" Hannah screamed, looking at him.

In an instant, countless intertwined gazes landed on the boy in the Hufflepuff stand with a disgusted face.

Expectation, pleading, helplessness, hesitation!

All kinds of complex emotions are superimposed together, like all living beings crowning gods.

"I see, I see!" Owen lazily took out his wand from his raincoat with his head turned.

The right hand clenched tightly, and then shook quickly.

In the next second, the phoenix flying close to the ground rose up.

She turned proudly in the air, and then rushed towards the sky unstoppably.

"Call God!"

The strong wind overturned him, and the heavy rain submerged him, but the proud young man would always challenge again and again, and then tear the cloud, break through the darkness, and dye the sky with his color with brilliant silver light!

Just like two months ago.

"Guards!!"

Even better than ever.

This time, the divine fire appeared almost immediately with the Phoenix, and the blue-white soul flame symbolized his most blazing soul.

"Wow~"

Owen laughed loudly.

Then he raised his wand and shouted: "For Hufflepuff~~~"

Maybe it was because Gryffindor's aura just made him feel ashamed, this time he introduced his voice into the Patronus Charm.

Let the name of Hufflepuff resound throughout the sky!

And he is not the only one who successfully summoned the patron saint.

In the distance, in the stands of Gryffindor, there were several trembling voices with the same conviction, and they also held up their wands and called out spells.

One after another silver light is like a dark moon rising from the earth.

Weak, slow, and shattered, but tenacious, tenacious, and standing.

In the professor's stand, Dumbledore watched in surprise and relief, the silver lights shining one by one on the stand.

I looked even more happily at the soaring phoenix high in the sky.

He knew Owen's patronus was a phoenix just like him.

The patron saint represents a person's hidden, unknown, but inevitable character. It is the mysterious self that will end its dormancy and wake up only at a necessary moment.

Phoenix is ​​just like the quagmire where he was obsessed with dark forces and great interests back then, but in the end when he saw through that it was just Gellert's means to pursue power, Nirvana became the greatest force protecting the world.

After many years, in his eyes, it seemed that time and space intertwined.

Dumbledore always thought that Owen was actually more like Gellert, that kind of unruly, that kind of smart, that kind of cunning.

But until now, at this moment, driven by Dumbledore's gaze at the phoenix fire, the surrounding stands, the stars and the dark moon were all together, and he suddenly discovered that Owen was actually more like him, or he who had no family troubles.

It's just another copy of him!

If I had no brothers and sisters, no tragic family chains, maybe I would be more like Irving now.

"Shock reduction! Stop speed!"

The old headmaster stretched out his right hand and cast spells without a stick. The powerful magic power was like a tray, tightly holding the falling figure from the sky.

"Call God to protect you!!!"

The rest of the professors also called out their patron saints one after another, and together with their students, they launched an attack on the high sky.

At this time, the heavy rain seemed to be stagnated by this huge positive emotion.

The wind and rain became lighter.

In the dimly lit stands, like stars in the dark night, silvery white lights rose from the stands.

Soon, Owen discovered that Hogwarts was a fucking mess!

Because regardless of whether the physical patron saint can be summoned or not, counting the lights, there are hundreds or even more silver lights dancing at the same time! ! !

The dense light mist emitted by everyone merged into one piece, dispelling the fear and cold in an instant.

Magnificent duo in awe and fear!

Set you monkey!

Look at these little wizards who are thinking about killing other colleges every day. For a magic spell, you are all twisted up!

Owen sighed, wondering what the young wizards from other colleges would think when they saw this group of fierce guys in the Triwizard Tournament next year.

In fact, Owen is probably wrong here.

In other words, he didn't know how the little wizard's heart surged when he saw the handsome man on the train that rainy night!

Professor Lu Ping has the most say on this point!

After school started, in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupine, who was going to teach the university to know some dark creatures, was entangled by a group of little wizards before he opened his mouth, crying and shouting to learn the Patronus Charm!

Professor Lupine had never seen that kind of blazing look in the eyes of any other little wizard of any age, or even when he was at school.

Do you think the way to deal with the little Boggart wizard in class is 'funny'?

Do not!

People raised their hands and said, "Call God to protect you!" '

Despite Professor Lupine's advice, this magic is very difficult to master, and they should start learning from something simple, like...'Funny'?

But it didn't matter if he didn't say it. Professor Lu Ping tried to persuade him, but it had the opposite effect.

Because in the ears of the little wizard, this seems to mean - can you do it, little dog? You can't learn this. Just look at Gryffindor/Slytherin/Hufflepuff/Raven. Crowe's little wizard learned it with ease.

Also 'funny funny' only loser will use this kind of low-level magic.

The other awesome wizards are all directly 'calling the gods to protect', but you are still 'funny', no way, no way, you really want to learn this silly magic spell!

Then you are really funny.

Most young wizards have this serious introversion mentality.

Nobody wants to be the first to admit they can't do it!

Even Neville gritted his teeth, except for the first time he dealt with the Boggart, after putting Snape in women's clothing, the rest of the times he was trembling and calling God!

To tell the truth, most of the little wizards were coerced into introversion. If there was only one house in the school, then someone would lie down and lie down, but Hogwarts has four houses!

If you lie down, it means that your college is weaker than other colleges!

Believe me, the other little wizards in the same courtyard can be eaten by you!

Especially as the college war intensifies, everyone is trapped on the battlefield of the college, and no one is willing to admit that their college is weaker than other colleges.

Even Hufflepuff, who has always been reserved, was unwilling.

Even they are the most arrogant, don't ask, just ask, my buddy has won the House Cup twice in a row, little Gryffindor, Ravenclaw probably hasn't touched the House Cup in eight years!

Hey, hey, you are so unlucky!

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On the Quidditch pitch.

Dementors have never encountered such a situation.

In previous years, we all swarmed up and sucked, sucked, and sucked. Why did we get beaten, beaten, and beaten by others this time?

Facing such a large number of patron saints and a large amount of light mist composed of happy emotions, they backed away in horror.

For the first time, the monsters that brought despair and fear to others felt the taste of fear itself, and they instinctively wanted to escape.

The next second, another sweet chirp came from the highest point of the castle.

It sounded like Fox, Owen knew, Dumbledore's legendary cutie!

The huge silver-white phoenix flapped its wings and also rose from the ground.

It carries a halo that is more dazzling than any patron saint. Wherever it passes, all dark creatures are instantly burned into wisps of blue smoke.

Two phoenixes, one big and one small, one old and one weak.

Then, under the influence of Dumbledore's strong positive emotions, Owen's phoenix with a strong breath of death seemed to have a slight sign of Nirvana, which was very weak, but it really existed.

Then the phoenix crowed, and she seemed to be in better spirits.

The figure is also larger than usual.

It's like an old man supporting his grandchildren, turning his decades of life experience into gossip little by little, and integrating it into the child's life trajectory little by little.

It is companionship and inheritance.

This is human beings!

Never stop passing the fire of civilization to future generations step by step, the old man passes it on to his grandson, and the grandson passes it on to his children and grandchildren. The origin and future of mankind shine brightly!