HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The weather today is very bad, and the dark clouds seem like they will fall from the sky at any time.

Standing in the Slytherin common room and looking out the window, the water of the Black Lake was swirling in the howling wind.

Cygnus was busy in the Slytherin common room, arranging Draco's Quidditch jersey for the match, her eyes occasionally glancing out the window at the storm.

Her younger brother, Draco, has always been a stubborn child. Once he makes a decision, no one can change it.

Segnus knew that he would participate in today's game no matter what.

"Draco, do you really want to play Quidditch in this weather?" Segnus couldn't help but persuade him again, hoping that he would change his mind.

Draco replied firmly: "Sister, you know me well. I am the Slytherin Seeker. I cannot give up the game just because of bad weather."

Looking at his brother's determined eyes, Segnus knew that it was useless to persuade him any further.

She carefully straightened Draco's jersey, paying attention to every wrinkle.

Then she strapped his knee pads on and checked the broom to make sure there were no problems.

"Well, now that you've made your decision, you have to be careful."

Segnus said worriedly, "In this kind of weather, you must pay special attention to safety."

Pansy sat on the sofa, looking at Sensei's busy back, and couldn't help but comfort her: "Sensei, don't worry too much. Draco is already in the third grade. He is no longer a child. He knows how to take care of himself."

Cygnus looked back at Pansy, smiled slightly, and said, "Pansy, I know he has grown up, but in my heart, he will always be the little kid who needs my care."

After saying this, Cygnus turned back to her work. She carefully folded Draco's match robes, then picked up the waterproof cloak beside her and put it on his shoulders.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was a little heavy. The violent storm outside the window seemed to remind them of the difficulty of the upcoming game.

Pansy walked to the window, looked at the dark lake, and couldn't help feeling worried.

Flint strode into the common room and shouted in a loud voice: "Malfoy, assemble!"

Hearing the voice, Draco immediately picked up his broom, nodded to Flint, and walked out of the lounge.

Segnus looked at her brother's back with mixed feelings, but she knew that all she could do now was to support him.

Cygnus quickly calmed down and turned to Pansy, Theodore and Blaise and said, "Let's go too and cheer for them."

The three of them nodded and followed Segnus out of the lounge.

They walked along the winding corridor, passed through ancient magical stone tablets, and arrived at the Quidditch field.

The stadium was now shrouded in strong winds and heavy rain. The spectators in the stands put on raincoats and watched the movements on the field nervously.

Draco and his teammates were already warming up on the field, and Segnus and the others quickly found a seat and sat down.

Pansy held Cygnus's hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, they'll be fine."

The game is about to begin, and the referee's whistle is particularly clear in the wind and rain.

Draco and his teammates held on to their brooms tightly and rushed into the sky like arrows.

The rain was getting heavier, like countless sharp arrows shooting towards the ground, and the vision was so blurred that it was almost impossible to recognize the situation on the field.

The two Chasers swayed in the wind and rain, like leaves in a storm, ready to be swallowed up at any moment.

Although Cygnus had cast a waterproof and moisture-proof spell on Draco, the heavy rain still made the competition extremely difficult.

Just as Draco was concentrating on finding the Golden Snitch, he noticed that Harry suddenly froze in mid-air, and his broom subconsciously fell a little distance.

Draco's heart tightened, and he immediately reminded loudly: "Harry, concentrate on the game! Don't be distracted, this is very dangerous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Draco quickly adjusted his broom and moved closer to Harry.

He reached out and tried to grab Harry's arm, trying to steady him.

Harry wiped the rain off his glasses. His voice was almost swallowed by the storm, but he still said loudly: "I saw the big black dog. It's at the top of the stands!"

Draco followed Harry's gaze, but saw nothing but blurry shadows in the storm.

He knew Harry wouldn't do anything without a purpose, but he knew even more clearly that the most important thing now was the game.

"Let's play first and talk about it after it's over." Draco said in a deep voice, trying to get Harry to focus.

Harry nodded, gripped the broomstick again, and rushed to the center of the field with Draco.

The game continued, and the Quidditch pitch looked extremely treacherous in the wind and rain.

Draco and Harry moved around the field, their movements agile and skillful.

Despite the unclear vision, they still relied on their experience and intuition to search for the Golden Snitch in the storm.

Just as Harry saw the Golden Snitch, he suddenly felt a chill, and then he saw a scene that made him freeze in place again - more than a hundred Dementors were floating under his broom, and the faces of those who usually hid under their cloaks were now completely exposed to Harry.

Their eyes were hollow and the smiles on their pale lips were frightening.

Harry suddenly felt extremely cold, as if all the joy had been sucked out of his body, and his broom began to fall continuously.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from this horrible force, but the Dementors followed him closely, making it impossible for him to escape.

Draco screamed and saw Harry's body falling like a kite with a broken string. He turned the broom without hesitation and flew in the direction where Harry was falling.

He stretched out his arms, trying to hold Harry in his arms.

The wind was howling and the rain was hitting his face, blurring his vision, but Draco still struggled forward.

His fingers tightened around Harry's collar and he pulled hard, pulling Harry close.

Their bodies collided in the air, and Draco felt Harry's body tremble violently.

"Harry, hold on!" Draco shouted, his voice sounded weak in the wind and rain, but full of power.

At this moment, Slytherin's Seeker instantly turned into a guardian. He hugged Harry tightly and used his body to shield him from the wind and rain.

Draco had only one thought in his mind: Harry must not be allowed to get hurt. This was the savior he had admired since childhood.

He gritted his teeth, endured the wind and rain, held Harry in his arms, and tried to keep him away from those horrible Dementors.

Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the stadium.

Draco opened his eyes wide and saw Harry's pale face. He closed his eyes tightly and said to himself: "I must hold on!"

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded and the game was suspended.

Draco knew this was their only chance. He hugged Harry and flew quickly to the ground.

Teammates gathered around to shield them from the wind and rain.

After landing, Draco held Harry's hand tightly. Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw Draco's concerned eyes.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded and forced a smile. "Thank you, Draco."

At this time, the coach and medical team also rushed to the scene. After a simple examination, they confirmed that Harry was fine, just frightened.