The Son of Light of the Snake House

It's a dementor!

Ever since Daniel felt the stench that seemed to exist in the air, he immediately realized that it was the kind of dirty prison guards... Then the question came, why did they come here?

How did the Dementors even get into it at all, even if the joy the Quidditch game provided was so great that it made the Dementors salivate?

Although dementors are very dangerous, Daniel has learned a lot from his mistakes. He has theoretically researched the knowledge of defeating dementors long after he suffered a loss.

He wasn't going to use that Patronus Charm.

Because he hadn't actually practiced it seriously, he just memorized spells and gestures, and on this occasion, using a spell that he was not familiar with was not only irresponsible to himself, but also a disregard for other people's lives.

This was something Daniel could not tolerate.

Thinking about it, Daniel looked up at the Slytherin students who had fallen into a silent panic, and immediately buffed himself with a loud voice.

"All Slytherins, please hold still - the Light will protect you."

It sounds like Archangel Raphael gave Lucifer protection.

Although the Holy Light Asylum, who has always been known as the dark side of Hogwarts, is somewhat weird, but in fact, that adult has never been afraid to spread his power to anyone who needs help—of course, You have to be good-natured.

Following his words, a pale light spread out from his body little by little, and then covered the entire Slytherin location at an extremely fast speed, without stopping.

It wasn't until the protection of the Holy Shield wrapped the entire Quidditch pitch, including all the players who had fallen on the ground, that Daniel let out a breath slowly.

Although he could easily achieve this level before, but in this world... he is still too weak after all, and he can only achieve this level in places where the sun is not shining.

So everyone was surprised to find that the golden film covering the venue not only cut off the dementors outside, but also prevented raindrops from falling in.

And the dementors obviously didn't see the world, and even tried to pull out the happy food inside with their hands-then its hands were melted in front of the public, and the gray-white bones turned into drops of wax oil fell to the ground.

The dementor let out a piercing scream of pain.

The black cloth that seemed to be soaked in water was dried the moment it approached the holy light, and then burst into flames.

With a whirring sound from the twisted hole hidden under the black hood, accompanied by a long, terrifying howl, the dementor retreated to his own kind... and set his companion on fire.

What was puzzling was that even though it was pouring rain outside, the flames on the dementors showed no sign of being extinguished at all. They just burned hotter and hotter, spreading from the cloak to their bodies.

Daniel watched all this calmly, watching them burn one after another, it was the fire of condemnation, the fire of judgment, and... the fire of anger.

He could feel the weakness brought about by the continuous loss of strength in his body, and his brain gradually lost his lucidity, but a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: Although my ability stops here, I can still fight for it.

On the court, Harry had just been lifted off the ground by his teammates, who were eagerly concerned about his health.Harry shook his head, which still felt numb from the cold, looked up at the golden artificial sky, and inexplicably looked in the direction of the Slytherin platform.

How to describe those golden pupils?

Harry stared blankly. Although the distance was very far away, he seemed to see a ray of morning light in a trance.

Just then, a large silver bird—Harry didn't know how to describe the creature—appeared dramatically from behind the entire enveloping Quidditch pitch, and flew towards the dementors like a whirlwind. , Those cold and vicious creatures couldn't even care about the flames on their bodies, so they fled far away.

After they completely disappeared from everyone's field of vision, there was only a crisp cracking sound in the Quidditch pitch, as if someone had pierced a fragile bubble with a needle, and the golden film protecting everyone shattered quietly. Into a twilight, the storm immediately swept down.

Harry's eyes darkened and he passed out.

...............

"So... what happened? What was the result of the final game?" Harry asked the friends around him as soon as he woke up. He wanted to get a better answer, such as restarting the game, or he Really caught that cunning golden snitch.

No one spoke.The terrible truth sank like a stone to Harry's heart.

"Diggory caught the Snitch," said George, "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 call off the game. Wanted to have a rematch. But they won fair and squarely, and even Wood admitted that."

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with his hands.Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him roughly.

"Well, Harry... no one is a saint."

"Who can do nothing?" George continued, "Besides, we won't admit defeat, it's just a hundred points."

"Get some rest, and we'll see you later," Fred told Harry, urged on by Madam Pomfrey. "Don't blame yourself, Harry. You're still our best Seeker."

Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking unhappy.Ron and Hermione approached Harry's bed.

"Dumbledore's really angry," said Hermione, her voice trembling. "I've never seen him so angry. He waved his wand at the dementors and shot silver things at them. They left the stands straight away, they came On the pitch, he was so mad about it, we heard him..."

Ron continued: "It seems that there is Daniel, he managed to create a protective cover, you fell at a very fast speed, and slowed down after touching the protective cover."

Harry was thinking about what the Dementors had done to him, thinking about the screaming sound.He looked up and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him anxiously, so he suddenly had an idea.

"Anyone got my Nimbus 2000?"

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other quickly. "oh……"

"What?" said Harry, looking up at them both.

"Well, it was blown away when you fell," said Hermione hesitantly. "It hit the Whomping Willow, you know, the Whomping Willow's temper . . . anyway,"

Hermione took a deep breath. "Professor Flitwick just brought it back before you woke up," she said in a low voice.Slowly reaching for the schoolbag at her feet, she turned the schoolbag upside down.A dozen pieces of wood and fragments of broom tails fell on the bed.

This is the remains of Harry's faithful broomstick that was finally defeated.

...............

In this iconic circular room, facing the two people in front of him, Daniel has not felt the emotion of giving up on himself for a long time, like a blue lake that has never been blown by the wind.

He lowered his head, held the black tea cup with his right hand that appeared at an unknown time, took a sip silently, and then raised his head.

"Gentlemen, I have a story to share with you."

The author has something to say:

On a whim, I decided to name the Holy Light Shield Golden Bell Cover (?)

The gods in Daniel's world are actually quite gentle, not the type of fighting and killing each other. The God of Light is willing to protect all people who are willing to live in the sun, while the God of Darkness is the opposite. It can be understood as a moon and a sun , and because it is a god, many people actually don't care, it's just that those who harm others cannot get the blessing of the God of Light.

(Cool knowledge: If you praise the God of Darkness Hodur at night, you might get His favor.)