My Hogwarts Day

Hogwarts, Quidditch pitch.

Seeing that Richard had wiped out all the dementors, the four professors all cast strange glances.

Seeing the expressions of the professors, Richard also felt that what he did was a little weird, so he released some sea, just let his patron saint wander in the sky, and did not attack the group of dementors.

And at this moment, a phoenix made of silver light appeared on the Quidditch court.

" Dumbledore finally came. Professor McGonagall breathed out a deep breath. Among all the people present, she was under the greatest pressure. As the vice headmaster of Hogwarts, when Dumbledore was not in school, she had the greatest responsibility .

So many dementors appeared in the school, and there were so many little wizards present, as long as one little wizard had a problem, she couldn't accept it. As for Harry, "That's okay.

"Minerva, Pomona, Filius, Severus, thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore's figure appeared above the stadium with a burst of crackling explosions.

Richard coughed dryly twice, Dumbledore narrowed his small eyes and continued, "Of course the most important thing is Richard, I just saw that your Patronus Charm is unique and quite powerful."

"Okay, professor, I don't care here, I'm going to see how Harry is doing." After speaking, Richard put away his patron saint, and left the court under the watchful eyes of all the professors

Go to Hogwarts Castle.

And in the infirmary at Hogwarts, Harry was still lying straight on the hospital bed.

Harry heard what the people around him were saying, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

He didn't know where he was, or how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here. All he knew was that his whole body was in pain, as if he had been beaten.

"This is the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." Scariest, scariest thing, hooded black shadow, cold, screaming.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, he was lying in the hospital. Members of the Gryffindor Yard Quidditch team, splashed from head to toe with mud, were circling around his bed. Ronald and Hermione were there too, looking like they'd just climbed out of the pool.

"Harry!" said Fred, who looked extraordinarily white under the mud, "what do you think?"

Harry's memory seemed to come back quickly, lightning, rainstorm, golden snitch, and the dementor.

"What's going on?" Harry sat up suddenly, startling them all.

"You fell," said Fred, "must have been fifty feet?"

"We thought you were going to die, but Richard caught you," Arya said, still shaking.

"But that match," said Harry, "what happened? Can we play it again?"

No one spoke. The terrible truth sank like a stone to Harry's mind, "We didn't fail, did we?"

"Cedric caught the Snitch," George said, "just after you fell. He didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he was going to stop the game. Wanted a rematch. But they won fairly and aboveboard, and even Wood admitted that."

"Where's Wood?" Harry said, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"Still in the rain," Fred said, "we think he's going to drown himself." Harry buried his face between his knees, clutching his hair with his hands.

Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Well, Harry, you've always caught the Snitch before."

"There's always a miss," George said.

"The game isn't over yet," Fred said. "We lost a hundred points, didn't we? So, if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Hufflepuff's going to lose at least two hundred points," George said. "But if they beat the Ravenclaw...."

Everyone stopped talking, Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff? It was somewhat unlikely.

Harry lay there without saying a word. They lost, and it was the first time he had lost a Quidditch match.

At this moment, Richard walked in from the outside, and when they saw Richard coming in, everyone surrounded him.

"What's up, those dementors?" Hermione asked.

"It's okay, Dumbledore is back, he will negotiate with the dementors, although I don't know if he can speak the language of the dementors."

"By the way, were you preaching that voice just now?" Hermione asked strangely.

Richard nodded, and immediately George and Fred rushed in front of him, "It's really wonderful." "It's simply incomparable.

He was highly regarded by the twins.

About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team to put Harry to rest.

"We'll see you later," Fred told Harry. "Don't blame yourself, Harry. You're still our best Seeker." The team was gone, trails of mud in their wake.

Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them with an unhappy look on her face, while the three of Richard stayed behind.

Harry, on the other hand, lay on the hospital bed expressionlessly the whole time, thinking about what the dementors had done to him, thinking about the screaming sound. He looked up and saw Ronald and Hermione looking at him anxiously, while Richard was talking to Ms. Pomfrey, "Has anyone got my Nimbus 2000?"

Ronald and Hermione glanced at each other quickly. "oh...."

"What's the matter?" Harry said, looking up at the two of them one by one.

"Well, it was blown away when you fell," Hermione said hesitantly.

"Then what?"

"And then it hit, hit, oh Harry, it hit the cacj willow," Ronald continued.

Harry felt a twinge of pain in his heart. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that grew in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

"And then?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.

"Well, you know the Whomping Willow," Ronald said, "it, it doesn't like people bumping into it.

"Hagrid just brought it back before you woke up," Hermione said quietly.

She slowly reached for the schoolbag at her feet, and turned the schoolbag upside down.

A dozen pieces of wood and fragments of broom tails fell on the bed, the remains of Harry's faithful broomstick that was finally defeated.

After a while, Richard walked over with Madam Pomfrey, who asked Harry to spend the weekend in the hospital.

He neither argued with her nor complained, he just kept her from throwing away the pieces of the Nimbus 2000.

He knew it was stupid, that the halo was beyond repair, but he couldn't help it, he felt like he'd lost a best friend.

During dinner, Richard, Hermione, and Ronald said goodbye to Harry and left the infirmary.

Harry lay alone on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, and began to meditate.

He didn't tell anyone what he saw ominously, not even Richard, Hermione, and Ronald, because he knew that Ronald would panic, and Hermione would laugh at him, and as for Richard, Richard had helped him enough, this time If it wasn't for Richard, he might have died, and now he really didn't want to bother Richard.

However, the truth is that it has appeared twice, both times with near-fatal incidents: the first time, when he was nearly run over by the Knights bus; fell off his broomstick.

Is ominous going to haunt him until he's actually dead? Is he going to be wary of the brute for the rest of his life? And then there are those dementors. Harry felt sick and humiliated every time he thought of them. Everyone said they were terrible, but no one else fainted when he approached them like he did, and no one else heard the voices of their dying parents repeatedly in their heads.

Now Harry knew whose voice it was.

At night, he lay awake in the hospital, staring at the streaks of moonlight on the ceiling. At this time, he heard her words, heard these words repeated again and again.

As the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice.

She tried her best to protect him from Voldemort; he also heard Voldemort laughing before killing his mother, and Harry fell asleep from time to time, dreaming in his sleep, with wet, slippery, rotten hands all over the place. and eerie begging sounds. He woke up suddenly, but heard his mother's voice again.

The next day was Sunday, so many people came to see him, all intent on cheering him up. Hagrid gave him a bouquet of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbages; When it is pressed under a dish or fruit, it will sing shrilly. The Gryffindor team came to see Harry again on Sunday morning, and this time Wood came too, and Wood, who was loud and lifeless, told Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all. No matter what people said or did, it couldn't make Harry feel better, because people only knew half of his troubles.

At this moment, Harry suddenly thought that Richard seemed to have a way to deal with dementors, so should he learn from him?

Should I still bother Richard? Harry couldn't help but feel a headache.

At this moment, Richard came to the infirmary together with Hermione and Ronald.

"Harry, how are you?" Ronald asked, looking at Harry with concern.

"Me? I don't have anything else to do." Harry replied absent-mindedly.

Hermione saw Harry's ecstasy and touched Richard beside him.

"Harry, are you in any mood?" Richard asked for Hermione.

"I, I want to know how to avoid the influence of dementors." Finally Harry asked. .