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Stupid Quidditch... Camille walked out of the dry castle behind the little Gryffindor wizard in a not beautiful mood. She usually doesn't go to the Quidditch game, but the first game of every school year ——For some unknown reason, the first game of every school year is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin——It’s the opening of the school season and Gryffindor is playing, Camille always has to participate Watching the first match.

One footprint was deep and the other was shallow, walking towards the Quidditch pitch on the grass that was covered in mud by the rain. Camille kept a straight face, but kept muttering and complaining about the damn weather and the damn Quidditch. strange.

The cloak is all wet, so annoying! !But turning into a werewolf at this time will only make things worse. Camille thought of going to the scales of the Loch Ness monster during the summer vacation. In order to better use the power of wolf poison, she had to become a werewolf and hold the water monster. The long neck is dragged into the water... the bad thing is to have long hair, and it will be dead heavy after absorbing water.

Then Camille thinks about her Animagus form, Thunderbird feels good, at least the feathers are waterproof.As for turning into a thunderbird and flying into the clouds to disperse thunderstorms... Don't even think about it, she is not a real native thunderbird, and she is not yet an adult, so it is fine to disperse a small thunderstorm once in a while, this kind of super monster that lasted for a week The storm, not to mention dispelling it, really flew into the thundercloud layer, and it was inevitable that the mouse would run away after being struck by lightning.Camille sighed, it's better to be honestly drenched in the rain.

Get in the stands...what a piece of shit! !Forget the water in the stands, you can't see anything in this game!The torrential rain was falling quickly, and some of them scattered into rain and fog in the air. What kind of game does this make people watch? !Camille angrily sat down in a puddle of water on the seat, her whole body was wet, she didn't care about sitting in the water, the point was to show 'I'm very upset! ' atmosphere, lest some idiots who think that Miss Camille's werewolf eyes have the ability to see through the fog to see the game clearly run to her and ask things—since Syl gave them a lecture about werewolves last time After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, some students whose heads were smashed by a book read it from some unreliable tabloid, and they naively thought that werewolves were almost invincible!

Camille wiped her face and threw the water out. During the week of class, many students harassed her with all kinds of strange questions. Camille felt that she said it about a hundred times, and she couldn't act like a ghost. The same through the wall!No clairvoyant eyes either!There is no way to hear the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest from the castle! !Camille sighed heavily again, feeling sad that his power had been infinitely magnified into some unrealistic abilities that sounded like gimmicky features.

"Beep~~~!!" Huh?Camille regained consciousness from his lament, and looked up into the court. The referee Hooch *blocked keywords* seemed to call a timeout?

The sky has gradually darkened. I don't know how long this game will last. Camille let his eyes wander around boredly, huh?Hermione was sitting there just now, why disappeared?Camille always felt a bad premonition—as long as the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione disappeared inexplicably, something would happen—this was the experience and lessons learned from Harry and the others since they entered school. ..

Just in case he had a bit of prophecy, Camille stood up and left the Gryffindor stand and walked towards Slytherin. The stands of the two colleges were on both sides of the teacher's stand in the middle, not too far away. Camille walked slowly, she wasn't too worried, Syl was quite capable, but although Syl was as powerful as a humanoid turret, it took some time for the turret to start, after all, the five senses of human beings The acuity is so bad - every time Camille changes from werewolf form to human form, he feels foggy in front of his eyes, not to mention changing back from wolf form during the full moon, it is like becoming deaf and blind in an instant.

There was a thunder in the air, and a white fork-shaped lightning flashed down.

Tsk tsk, it's thundering, and it's still flying in the sky at this time, I hope that all the Quidditch players have thick skin like Thunderbird.Camille climbed up the steps of the Slytherin grandstand in a leisurely manner. Before she could take a few steps, she stopped suddenly. She felt cold, which was unusual. The body temperature of werewolves was higher than that of ordinary humans, which made Camille even It doesn't feel cold to step on the snow with bare feet, let alone a simple storm.

But Camille felt the fine hairs on her body stand on end, and the cold feeling became more and more obvious... Camille gasped, and rushed to the Slytherin stands, gritted her teeth and let out a low growl , "Dementors!!"

The five senses of human beings are really bad, until almost a hundred dementors floated into the stadium, and the people in the stands seemed to be strangled by the throat, and they fell silent instantly, and the cold silence spread quickly.

Sylvia gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the disgusting cold feeling, and pulled out her pale wand with a trembling hand, "Call God to guard..." Sylvia heard her weak voice, and the tip of the wand There was a slight silver light, but it dissipated immediately, and the white smoke exhaled from the mouth due to the cold was actually thicker than the silver light, as if mocking her powerlessness.

Her body temperature is strangely a little lower than that of ordinary people, so every winter is an unpleasant time for Sylvia, and the low body temperature is an even worse combination when encountering dementors. Sylvia felt like she was freezing, and her slender fingers could barely hold the wand.

"Call God to guard!!" "Call God to protect!!" The first voice came from Dumbledore's voice from the stadium. Everyone could feel his anger in the full voice and his old voice. .The second sound is close at hand, it's Cam...

Sylvia gritted her teeth and relaxed her straight back, fell backwards, and fell directly into a fiery and scary embrace, and was hugged tightly.

"Buzz!" There were two low-pitched sonic booms from the stadium and from Sylvia's side. It was the sound of powerful magic power squeezed into the narrow tip of the wand and burst out instantly.

A huge Phoenix appeared on the field, and at the same time a smaller but equally huge Thunderbird appeared in the Slytherin stands. The screams of disgusting voices were driven out of the field by the phoenix and the Thunderbird Patronus swooping down from the stands.

Camille, who was angry, didn't care about the prison guards under the Ministry of Magic, and directly ordered her Patronus to take the two dementors that almost floated to the Slytherin stands just now from a pile of dementors. After driving them out, the eagle's beak and sharp claws came together, quickly tearing them into pieces.

Dumbledore was also very angry. The huge phoenix patron saint was like a sharp arrow, and it flew straight through the front, which is the body of the last few dementors when they were running for their lives. They screamed and turned into a pile rags.

"Concentrate on learning the Patronus Charm for me next!" Camille lowered her head viciously and stared at Sylvia, who was lying limp in her arms, her face was pale, her whole body was so cold that she couldn't even breathe out white mist.

Sylvia raised her eyes, and Camille's eyes had turned into wolf pupils, and the triangular ears popped out. Seeing Camille's still angry pupils burning like golden flames, Sylvia smiled and stretched out her hand Wrap Camille around her exposed neck.

"Shit! You are cold *blocked keyword*!" Camille said with disgust, she felt goose bumps on her hot neck being pressed against Sylvia's cold arm, disgusted Despite being disgusted, Camille still hugged Sylvia even more tightly in his arms, light and fluffy, Camille frowned again, "Why is it so light... If it wasn't raining today, I would give it to you Tie a rope, I'll run forward, maybe you can fly!"

"Then you have to remember to hold on tight to the rope, otherwise I might float into someone else's arms!"

Camille rolled his eyes, this person just disrupted other people's thinking with some nonsense words when he should be serious, "Shut up, we are discussing that you need to eat more!"

"Eh? But I think I've eaten a lot..."

"Just open your eyes and talk nonsense! What kind of food are those salads! A big bowl is only half a slap in your hand!"

"Then can I have three cakes after dinner?"

"No, one piece! That's all useless fat and sugar."

"Two dollars!"

"One and a half dollars at most! You better shut up!"

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Camille hugged Miss Sylvia Slytherin, the head of Slytherin, and the two left the stands while arguing, leaving behind a half-dead little Slytherin wizard who was scared by the dementors in the stand, hehe...forget it , they are self-reliant Slytherins!I don't envy someone being carried away by the princess at all!not at all! !

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A shrill voice was laughing and a woman was screaming, Harry didn't know who it was.

He woke up in a bed in the hospital wing, aching as if he'd been beaten, surrounded by his teammates in their Gryffindor robes, spattered from head to toe. Mud, and Ron and Hermione were there, drenched, their hair limp on their heads and clinging to their necks.

"Harry! What do you think?!" Fred leaned over and asked.

The memory came back, and Harry remembered that it was a bolt of lightning... he was chasing the snitch, with Malfoy... and... the dementor... Harry felt cold all over again thinking of that disgusting image , he's not sure, but they don't seem to have anything under their cloaks, except... except for a rotting mouth...

Harry shivered, he decided not to think about the horrible image, "What happened?"

"You fell, like... fifty feet?" Fred said.

Then the team members talked to him and described what happened: he and Malfoy were chasing the golden snitch, when a large group of dementors suddenly broke into the field, Harry suddenly fell from the broom at high speed, and Principal Dumbledore was angry Terrific, first gave him a magic spell to make his landing a little lighter, and then issued a phoenix patron saint, and together with Camille-senpai's Thunderbird patron saint, drove away the group of dementors, after that, he They were sent to the medical wing - they lost this crucial game for Gryffindor.

"Malfoy caught the Snitch," George said, "just after you fell. He didn't realize what happened before he caught the Snitch, but he didn't see you around. It took him a while to find you fell to the ground...but...they won fair and aboveboard" the faces of the Gryffindors present had a strange look of eating slugs - although all of them admitted that Slytherin It's rare to be aboveboard in this competition, but it's always a bit weird to describe their sinister and cunning old rivals like this.

In the end, Pomfrey *blocked keyword* kicked out a group of people who were twittering to comfort him, saying that they still had hope, and Harry was finally alone. Although I am sorry for the friends who cared about him, but Harry Sometimes I really want to be alone.

He stared blankly at his broom that was placed on the small table at the end of his bed. Now there are only a dozen pieces of broken wood left there. It can no longer fly. It is his fault... Losing the ball is also his Wrong...he didn't notice the special influence of dementors on him in the first place, he didn't face up to this weakness, he didn't find a way to overcome it, he avoided this problem, and now he paid the price.

So, what about the black dog?He never told Ron and Hermione that he saw 'unknown' twice...