Chapter 120 Hermione Is Terrified (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 120 Hermione is terrified (fourth update ~ please subscribe ~)

Crookshanks retracted his paws, squatted on the Sorting Hat, and howled obediently.

"Do me a favor." Harry waved his wand, and the parchment on the table twisted and changed into a palm-sized black dog. "If you meet a black dog, a black dog like Scabbers, let me know."

Crookshanks meowed twice.

"Well, just like last time, find the last two pounds of rations." Harry nodded in response.

Crookshanks meowed a few more times.

"I don't have time during this period. Hermione is right. I have to find out the environment of the Forbidden Forest and find the way before the heavy snow falls." Harry rubbed its head, "So you have about a month."

Crookshanks stepped on the Sorting Hat and meowed loudly a few times.

"No, the hat can't be given to you." Harry refused decisively.

Crookshanks was aggrieved.

"The hat is not mine." Harry explained patiently, "and there are a lot of my things in it, and sometimes I need to use it."

"How about this, I'll lend it to you for fun on Saturday night at most, how about that?"

Crookshanks reluctantly agreed, picked up the Sorting Hat and jumped off the table.

"You are not allowed to take it out of the common room. If you want to go with Hedwig and the others, call them over." Harry made a patch, causing Crookshanks to stiffen and jump back onto the table, meowing reluctantly and crawling out of the common room.

Hermione and Ron were stunned.

"When did you learn cat language?" Hermione found it incredible.

Harry shook his head: "Cat language? I don't know."

"But you..." Hermione pointed at Harry and then at the entrance of the common room. It was a little difficult to continue. Her ears and cheeks were a little red.

How could he speak cat language?

I held Crookshanks and whispered a lot!

Harry explained: "Its meaning is easy to understand, and I can guess it."

"Really don't know cat language?" Hermione was suspicious.

Harry nodded sincerely: "Really."

Hermione didn't quite believe it and was a little worried, but since Harry had said so, she didn't ask any more questions.

November came and Harry was even busier.

Daily detention, make-up classes, more arduous Quidditch training, and every weekend in the Forbidden Forest, drawing new maps and exploring routes.

Occasionally, he would meet the Weasley brothers in the Forbidden Forest.

They were indeed very measured.

In the Forbidden Forest, they never crossed the line, only active at the edge and shallow layer, picking up some materials and herbs, and never doing anything dangerous.

Even if a pint of Acromanthus venom was as high as 100 Galleons, they were now in the fifth grade and had the ability to deal with one, or even no more than ten Acromanthus alone.

They never provoked those things.

Harry explored deeper and deeper in the Forbidden Forest.

Thousands of years had passed, and things had changed.

The former forest had become a swamp.

The former residence of the Thestrals was now occupied by Acromanthus.

The former residence of the fairies was built by the trolls.

The route planned on the map was not feasible at all. If the little wizard rushed in rashly, if he was lucky enough not to fall into the swamp and be eaten by the swamp diggers, he would also become a meal for the giant spiders.

In a month, Harry barely explored a relatively safe road.

I don’t know how many dark magic creatures became materials in his pocket.

The Sorting Hat said bluntly that it could not eat any more, so let it go, it was full and about to overflow.

The first battle of the Quidditch Cup finally started.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

The weather today was a bit bad. It started to rain in the morning, and in the morning, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, as if all the rain for the whole year would fall.

The wind was also very strong.

The stands of the Quidditch stadium were blown all over the place.

But in such extremely bad weather, Quidditch was still not suspended. Professor McGonagall took action and used the Transfiguration Spell to stabilize all the stands.

There was no way to deal with heavy rain.

The young wizards wore raincoats and insisted on watching the game to the end - even though the rain was heavy and fog was coming out, they could only see the head of the person in front of them at most.

Hermione stood in front of the lounge and watched the players change into their uniforms and come out.

"Didn't you take any protection?" Hermione was a little surprised, at least they should be given a raincoat.

Fred answered seriously: "We don't need that kind of thing!"

"That's right!"

"This kind of bad weather can't affect us!"

The other Quidditch players echoed loudly, as if their roar could dispel the wind and rain.

Hermione raised her wand and waved it at Harry, preparing to recite a spell.

Harry pressed her hand: "I don't think we can use spells."

Wood walked over with a stern face: "Yes, no spells or magic props can be used in Quidditch games."

"Wizards' sports are not allowed to use magic." Hermione muttered, she didn't quite understand this sport.

Wood raised his fist high: "This is a challenge!"

"This is chivalry!"

"Lions, let's go in groups and tear apart that mean, mean, cunning, insidious..."

He got a little stuck here, trying to come up with more adjectives.

"No fangs." Fred added.

George followed up with a sentence: "Thin, short and small."

The boys laughed.

Angelina giggled, Hermione stared, a little puzzled.

"Yes, Fred is right." Wood continued to raise his fist, "Let me tear those short, thin and small non-venomous snakes apart!"

George also raised his fist and bumped it together, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Short, thin and small is what I said, I am George."

Wood was stunned: "Oh, okay, for what George said."

They walked out of the locker room aggressively.

Slytherin and Gryffindor greeted each other politely-when Wood and Flint shook hands, they only put in enough effort to crush each other's hands, and did not fight immediately.

With a whistle from Professor Hooch.

The players of the two teams took off.

The Slytherins seemed to focus on the defensive counterattack tactics today. They did not rush to attack at the beginning, and even two beaters and two chasers directly gave up the attack and surrounded Harry.

Slytherins still have money.

Their brooms are all Nimbus 2001. Although their flying skills are not as good as Harry's, they are dirty enough.

If you want to be thrown away, just pull the robes and brooms.

If it's not good enough, just hit hard.

Try every possible means to stop Harry from finding the Golden Snitch.

Just five minutes into the game, Gryffindor was already 30 to 10 - all of these 30 points came from Professor Hooch's whistle. Slytherin shifted its focus to Harry. Even with more people than the opponent, Gryffindor still couldn't gain a clear advantage in the situation.

The two new chasers were not very experienced, and this extreme weather was even more of a challenge for them.

The wind and rain were getting stronger.

Harry had found the Golden Snitch, a small, flashing golden dot, flying near the sewer of the stadium. It seemed a little afraid of the rain and was thinking of ways to avoid this weather.

Harry dived and was pulled by the Slytherin players again.

"Potter, don't even think about it!" A chaser yelled.

Another one also shouted loudly: "Draco, the Golden Snitch is here!"

But it was useless.

The wind and rain were too loud, and Malfoy was on the other side and couldn't hear his shouting.

Harry wanted to punch each of these people in the face. They were as sticky as maltose, with many tricks, and he couldn't get rid of them.

Just when he was thinking of a way.

Suddenly——

Everything was quiet, even the sound of wind and rain disappeared.

A more violent chill came from under the stadium.

This familiar feeling...

Harry looked down.

It was a Dementor.

And there was more than one, it seemed that all the Dementors deployed near Hogwarts gathered here, densely packed, more than a hundred.

They were silent.

But they were full of greed.

The little wizards sitting at the bottom of the Quidditch stadium lifted their hoods one by one, sucking the emotions of the air, and their faces trembled and turned pale.

Harry immediately took out his wand and pointed it at them.

"Expecto Patronus!"

The huge lion pounced on the group of things angrily, slapping them one by one, and knocked them back. The fear of the patronus made them instinctively take a step back.

But the desire for huge emotions made them come over again.

Harry looked at the stands.

The old man stood up, as angry as he was when he faced Voldemort in the second grade, raised his wand high, and recited the spell clearly.

This was the first time Harry saw Dumbledore cast a spell so formally.

The power of emotions surged.

Then came the magic.

Magnificent, huge, and overwhelming, a huge silver phoenix surged out of his wand, swept into the pile of Dementors, and with a flap of its wings, dozens of Dementors flew backwards.

Harry's lion was encouraged and fought harder.

More than a hundred Dementors were driven away almost instantly.

Harry stared thoughtfully at the slowly dissipating phoenix, then looked at Dumbledore, thinking about what he felt at that moment.

The players who were still flying on the court, their minds and bodies were still frozen at that moment.

The sound of wind and rain gradually came back.

Harry retracted his wand, took the opportunity to shake off the Slytherin people, and caught the golden snitch hiding in the stands in just one minute.

Professor Hooch blew the whistle.

This was like a whistle to wake up all the little wizards watching the game.

They burst into screams at this time.

Fear and panic.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and began to organize the students to evacuate. Dumbledore walked out of Hogwarts Castle with a cold face.

He didn't keep his promise!

Let the Dementors in.

Harry landed, sighed, and just walked to the door of the lounge.

Hermione and Ron were pale and trembling. This was their first contact with Dementors-the time on the train, they didn't see it, and the Dementors were driven away by Harry before they could reach the back of the car.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked tremblingly with concern.

Harry waved his wand and chanted a spell to dry her and Ron's clothes, and also dried his own clothes: "Let's take a look at yourselves. I should be the one asking you this."

The fourth update is completed!

I'm a bit stuck today, I'm going to sort out my thoughts now, boo boo, I love you guys so much!

Thanks to a certain person for his reward today~~

Thanks to the lost sword for his reward~