Chapter 238 Dementors in the Storm (Modified)

The first Quidditch match is approaching and the weather is getting worse, but the Ravenclaws who are eager to win the championship are not afraid at all, as if nothing can stop their desire for victory.

In the last practice before the first game of the Quidditch season, Roger Davies told everyone the bad news, "The team we will play against in the first game has become Slytherin."

"Why?" the players asked in unison.

"The captain of Slytherin, the repeater Flint, reasoned that their Seeker's arm was still injured and he couldn't fight Gryffindor." Roger said through gritted teeth angrily. The reason is obvious. Don't want to race in this weather, think it will reduce their chances of winning..."

"But we've been practicing tactics against Hufflepuffs for a long time." Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red, and it's not known whether it was because of exercise or out of anger.

The storm raged all day, and as Cho Zhang spoke, they could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.

"Since this is the case, we should use all our strength to let the Slytherins realize that we are more terrifying than the storm! Their little tricks are ineffective against us!" Allen said solemnly.

For the current Slytherins, they are obviously very proud of their actions, they disrupted the battle plans of several other colleges.

On the morning of the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff fight, the wind was howling and the rain was falling harder than ever. The corridors and auditorium were too dark, and more torches and lanterns were lit. The Slytherins all grinned.

The most proud one is Draco Malfoy. "Oh, if only my arms would feel better!" he sighed as the wind beat against the windows.

"How shameless!" Penello was not the only one cursing as she stirred the bowl of pumpkin porridge bitterly.

Quidditch matches don't get canceled because of something as trivial as a lightning storm.

When the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players were on the field, what they brought to the audience in the stands was a heroic feeling of seeing death as home.

This is definitely a difficult duel, and the cold rain seems to be pouring and pouring. In the howling wind, the audience in the stands couldn't hear the commentary at all, and couldn't see the game clearly.

And the players who shuttled around the field felt even worse. They were frozen stiff, and it became harder and harder to hold on to the broom.

Gryffindor's captain Wood called a timeout, and Allen sincerely hoped that no matter who it was, it would be best to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the game.

The team members who played again rode brooms through the storm, looking around for the Snitch. Gryffindor's momentum seems to be more vigorous, and it is indeed a tenacious team.

There was a thunderclap, followed by a zigzag of lightning. The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Allen focused his attention on the Gryffindor stands: the outline of a big black dog with shaggy hair, which was clearly set against the sky, stayed in the top row of empty seats superior.

"Damn it!" Allen couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Didn't I ask Maggie to tell him not to come! This reckless man!"

"They found the Snitch!" Michael said excitedly.

However, a strange thing happened. There was an eerie silence in the stadium. Although the wind was still so fierce, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

Then, a terrifyingly familiar chill hit Allen and invaded his body.

Allen moved his gaze from the sky to the ground. There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, and all the hidden faces were raised, looking for Blake in the stands. They didn't even let go of the little wizard flying in the air, and looked at it carefully.

There was a piercing scream from the stands, and Harry fell straight from the sky.

Professor Dumbledore stood up in the stands, and he waved his wand, and Harry slowed down suddenly when he landed.

Then he turned his wand on the dementors and shot silver things at them.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the stand, Allen also pulled out his wand without hesitation, stood up, "Call God to protect you!" A phoenix spewed out from the top of his wand, circling and flying towards the group of dementors.

This is the best chance for actual combat. The little wizards of Ravenclaw pulled out their wands one after another, desperately thinking about their happiest things.

Of course, the courage of the little wizards is commendable, but the actual effect is extremely limited. Most of the little Ravenclaw wizards who participated in the training camp had only a silver cloud of air appearing on the top of their wands, which was shapeless.

Only Penello and the patron saints of a few senior students—led by Penello's fox dexterously, flew out of the stands and rushed towards the large group of dementors.

The professors also drew their wands and issued their Patronuses.

The two phoenixes took the lead, followed by various patron saints of animals. The dementors left the stadium immediately and disappeared without a trace.

"Is he dead?" Michael asked fearfully.

"No, he didn't even break his glasses." Allen replied in a deep voice.

"And the ground is soft, but fortunately the rain is heavy." Penello added.

Professor Dumbledore rushed to the field, directed Harry to fly onto a stretcher with his wand, and strode towards the castle. Harry's stretcher, floating, followed.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, clutching the Snitch, looked a bit dazed - then Cedric asked Mrs Hooch for a rematch, but Gryffindor Captain Oliver Wood, however, thought Hufflepuff had won fair and square, and Gryffindor had lost.

When all the little wizards left the stands, Wood was still kneeling in the muddy water, looking extremely sad - he was about to graduate, and in fact many students would not participate in Quidditch in this year because of their exams.

"Alan, we must not follow in the footsteps of Gryffindor!" Roger patted Alan on the shoulder, looked at Wood in the rain, and said heavily.

Harry was admitted to the school hospital, and Alan was not worried about his safety at all. But if he didn't visit him, it would be ruthless. After all, he and Harry had no direct conflicts, and they were still good friends in theory.

So, Allen took some candies bought in Hogsmeade and headed to the school hospital.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to come to see us as a pure blood." Ron sat on Harry's bedside and said strangely.

Hermione pursed her lips, pulled Ron with embarrassment and whispered, "Wake up Ron! Don't let Malfoy's words affect you! The wand you are using now is made by Alan!"

"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery." Allen ignored Ron, who was flushed because of Hermione's words, and gave Harry the candy he had wrapped.

"Thank you, Alan." Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just took the candy - Harry actually wanted to tell Alan how he felt at this moment. He felt that he had really encountered "ominous", and the dementors also brought him great trouble.

Harry couldn't talk to Hermione and Ron about these troubles, because he knew that Ron would panic, Hermione would snort-and the former Alan would help him solve the problem, but now Harry found himself saying no Out of his mouth, the words stuck in his heart, making Harry feel even heavier.

Since when did he become so estranged from Allen? Fleger, a good friend from the Muggle school, seems to have almost disappeared from his side, and Neville and Neville are getting closer...