Chapter 64 Soul-Stirring Dance

On November 7, Saturday morning, Sherin woke up early from his bed in the dormitory. He planned to watch today's Quidditch game in person. Although he was not interested in Quidditch, he knew that there would be a good show in Quidditch today.

The thunder outside continued, and the violent wind hit the outer wall of the castle, and of course the windows were not immune. When Sherin came to the corridor on the first floor, he immediately found the roaring wind and rain outside, which were obviously bigger than yesterday!

Sherin walked leisurely to the auditorium, ready to enjoy his breakfast. After a while, Daphne, Astoria, and Meredith also appeared in the auditorium wearing thick raincoats. The three girls looked at Sherin in light clothes and showed puzzled expressions at the same time.

Soon their doubts were answered. After breakfast, the four of them walked out of the castle together. Outside the castle, the weather was windy and rainy, but in order to watch the game, all the teachers and students of the school came out in droves as usual. They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch field, sat on the wet stands, and lowered their heads to resist the strong wind.

In contrast to their haste, Sherin and the three girls walked slowly and leisurely towards the field. As the heavy rain fell around them, it was like being blocked by an invisible barrier and slid away from him.

Astoria, who didn't know why, just felt that it was amazing and looked at Sherin with admiration. Meredith knew it was amazing and murmured in astonishment: "Covering the whole body with the Water and Fire Invulnerability Spell, and there are four people..." Even Meredith, who was used to it, was still amazed at Sherin's rapid improvement. She had worked so hard, why did she feel that the gap was getting bigger and bigger?

Five minutes after the game started, all the players were soaked from inside to outside. The weather was very cold, and many people were frozen. It was difficult to see other teammates, not to mention the long and flying Bludgers. Everyone was flying around the court, and only vague red and yellow figures could be seen, and it was not clear what was going on in the game.

In the strong wind, the audience hid under cloaks and umbrellas that had been blown apart by the wind, and the cheers could only be heard vaguely. Many players were almost knocked off their brooms by the Bludgers, and the heavy rain made it almost impossible for everyone to open their eyes - they could not see the ball coming from the opposite side.

Just after Gryffindor led by 50 points, Harry and Cedric suddenly found the Golden Snitch at the same time. The two of them spun and rushed in the direction of the Golden Snitch. Cedric was closer than Harry, but Harry relied on his light body and the performance of the Seven Stars Sweep to be faster than Cedric.

At this moment, something strange happened on the scene. A kind of timid silence appeared on the stepped stands around the stadium - although the wind was still as strong as before, it seemed to have forgotten to whistle, as if someone had turned off the volume switch and turned off the wind.

Like ink dripping into water and spreading outward, a deep black color was stretching across the distant sky. More than a hundred Dementors were attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch field, and they quickly attacked with a terrible cold current.

The Dementors seemed to be invited to a feast. They were wearing dark gray tattered cloaks and floating in the air. Pairs of rotten hands that were oozing with pus slowly shook outside the hoods, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten meat. Following the lines formed by the icicles in the air, Sherin saw something invisible flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the Dementors above. It was the happy mood of the little wizards watching the game.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Xie Lin's eyes. He stood up suddenly, drew out his wand and pointed it at the Dementors in the center of the field, and shouted angrily: "Expedimentum!"

All of a sudden, everyone on the field exclaimed, and they saw a giant dragon emitting silver-white light mist at the first time!

The dragon's body was larger than a human, even larger than the half-giant Hagrid. A pair of bat-like, broad and majestic wings were spread horizontally, flapping with a beautiful amplitude, and the dragon head full of agility was raised high, making a proud roar that resounded through the sky!

The dragon soared rapidly, and the silver-white light mist surrounded and entangled around its body. It pounced on the Dementors floating on the ground with a magnificent momentum.

In mid-air, Harry quickly approached the Golden Snitch. He was just a little bit away. He was faster than Cedric, but the time around him seemed to have suddenly stopped completely. Harry felt as if he had entered a black hole from which he would never be able to fly out. He moved forward helplessly. The temperature around him was getting lower and lower. His breath began to freeze. The frozen rain penetrated his body and cut his internal organs.

He heard the voice he had heard on the train last time. Someone was moaning. It was a woman's voice inside his head. She seemed to be begging someone to let Harry go.

Then Harry felt dizzy and slid off the broom. Just when he thought he was going to fall, a silver-white dragon suddenly flew over from below, caught the fainted Harry, and put him on the grass.

The young wizards in the audience were in depression, powerlessness, fear and other negative emotions because of the effects of more than a hundred Dementors, but suddenly saw a silver-white dragon suddenly appear, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing the only color and light to this black and white dim world.

The young wizards all turned their heads and saw an unforgettable scene - a boy with a still-immature appearance pointed his wand at more than a hundred hideous Dementors in the sky.

Compared with the overwhelming Dementors in the sky, his lonely figure seemed so small - but it was precisely such an insignificant figure that gave people a feeling of being as majestic as a mountain and standing still. In the darkness, his eyes that seemed to be shining were full of determination. His wand was still raised high, constantly emitting white light mist upwards, and firmly pressed against the path of the Dementors.

Everyone could feel his determination to move forward, which suddenly gave the desperate young wizard a glimmer of hope in his heart, and even the influence of the Dementors was weakened a lot - this picture was engraved in everyone's mind, and it was not forgotten even many years later.

"Look! It's Xielin! That's his Patronus!"

"Oh my God! How did he do it? There are so many Dementors here, isn't he afraid?"

"How can we leave him alone..."

"Xielin, hold on! We're here to help you!"

As if Xielin's leadership gave them courage, one after another little wizards stood up bravely, raised their wands, and chanted the Patronus spell. Like stars in the dark night, one after another silver-white light spots lit up on the stands. At least more than forty light spots appeared on the stands, and many of them began to condense into complete physical Patronus with their wands.

Draco's patronus is a Komodo dragon; Pansy's patronus is a fox; Daphne's patronus is a cobra; Meredith's patronus is a lynx; Astoria's patronus is a peacock; Hermione's patronus is an otter; Luna's patronus is a hare; Murray's patronus is a swan; Penelope's patronus is a white-tailed harrier; Following these nine physical patronuses, white light mist gushed upwards, and countless halos scattered.

The silver-white dragon suddenly rushed into the place where the Dementors gathered, and knocked away more than ten Dementors with just one impact. Then it flapped its wings vigorously, swung its long dragon tail, and slapped Dementors one by one with its four claws. The dragon seemed to be the natural enemy of Dementors. It came and went freely, as if it was not worried about the threat brought by those terrifying Dementors. The Dementors were beaten and scattered.

The patronuses followed the dragon and formed a second wave of attack on the Dementors, pushing the Dementors' line back at least ten feet. Behind the patronuses was the white light mist released by the other little wizards. Their happy emotions were not enough to form a physical patronus, but a large amount of white mist slowly gathered together to form a magic barrier, like a solid wall, instantly dispelling fear and coldness.

The next second, a pleasant chirping sound came from the highest point of the castle. A huge silver-white phoenix flapped its wings and flew out of the principal's office. It was Dumbledore's patronus!

Xie Lin sneered in his heart. Our great principal always likes to be so late and chooses to appear on the stage with the glory of salvation at the last minute. This time he may have miscalculated!

When the silver-white phoenix finally arrived at the stadium, all the Dementors had been driven to the edge of the stadium. The phoenix seemed unwilling to not have the opportunity to perform, and chased the fleeing Dementors fiercely, giving them the last wave of impact, and then circled in the air for two circles in a somewhat awkward manner, and finally disappeared.

Harry suddenly opened his eyes, and he was lying in the school hospital.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players were splashed with mud from head to toe, and were surrounding his bed, and Ron and Hermione were also there.

"Diggory caught the Golden Snitch!" said Fred, "Just after you fell, he didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he planned to interrupt the game and wanted to play a rematch."

"But they won fairly and honestly, and even Wood admitted this." George followed.

Harry lay on the bed, listening to Fred and George's discussion, he didn't say a word.

They lost, all because of him, and it was the first time he lost in a Quidditch game. About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team members to let Harry rest. The team left and Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and stayed.

“I think I see a lot of Dementors?” Harry whispered.

"It was more than a hundred Dementors, Harry!" Hermione said in a trembling voice, "I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. All I could think of were terrible things. Thanks to Sherin and his Patronus, everyone woke up..."

"Okay, Hermione!" Seeing Hermione's look, Ron's anger suddenly jumped up for some reason, and he shouted, "Sherin's Patronus is useless. It was Dumbledore who drove away the Dementors. The reason why the Dementors left was because they saw Dumbledore coming from afar, and they were afraid of his Patronus! To me, this is simply a conspiracy of Slytherin. That Malfoy kid definitely has no good intentions. Think about it, if it weren't for his Patronus, Diggory might have fainted. If that were the case, Gryffindor would not have lost."

"What are you talking about, Ron!" Hermione said in surprise, "If it weren't for Sherin's Patronus to catch Harry, Harry would have been injured from falling from such a height!"

Seeing Hermione's look, Ron became more and more irritated. He had an inexplicable anger in his heart that wanted to be released. He was on the Quidditch field at the time, and he also tried to recite the spell of the Patronus Charm. He only let the wand emit a little light, and then it immediately dissipated. Seeing Hermione successfully release the Patronus, he somehow felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was burned by an emotion called jealousy.

He said loudly: "Hermione, he is a Slytherin! And a Malfoy! His father is a Death Eater! Don't forget that most Death Eaters or dark wizards graduated from Slytherin. Since you went to that damn exchange meeting, you seem to have been brainwashed by them, always saying good things about Malfoy!"

"Okay, can you two let me be quiet for a while!" Harry whispered.

Ron's voice lowered, and there was an awkward silence in the room.

Harry didn't understand what was going on with Ron and Hermione. They didn't care about their own physical condition, but were discussing whether Sherin's Patronus Charm worked. Although he and Sherin had no friendship, he also knew that it was Sherin's patronus that saved him from falling and getting seriously injured. He didn't want to say bad things about Sherin behind his back.

"Never mind the Dementors. Has anyone got my Crossbow?"

"Well, it was blown away when you fell. Then it hit, hit the Whomping Willow." Hermione said hesitantly, "Professor Flitwick just got it back before you woke up." She reached for the schoolbag at her feet and turned it upside down. A dozen pieces of wood and broom tail fragments fell on the bed. This was the wreckage of Harry's flying broom.

Harry's trio fell into silence.

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