Chapter 208 The Silver Tornado Cloud Pillar on the Quidditch Pitch

The sky was still frighteningly dark, but the originally pouring rain suddenly stagnated in the air.

The howling wind also stopped, the roaring thunder disappeared, the whole world was suppressed, and uncontrollable anger rose.

Harry's thin body was unconscious and fell rapidly from the sky. Above him, there seemed to be another figure riding a broom trying to catch up, but it couldn't keep up with the speed of his fall.

But under this gloomy sky, Harry was not discovered by the little wizards in the audience until he was about to fall to the ground.

"Look at the sky! That's... that's Harry Potter!" someone exclaimed.

"Cedric following Potter? Which one of them caught the Golden Snitch?"

"Their speed is too fast. Is there something wrong?"

"..."

Everyone still couldn't figure out what happened, and they were talking about it in their respective positions.

"Why didn't you see any movement from Harry...wait, where is his broom?" Ron frowned and looked up at the sky when he heard the discussion around him, and then his eyes widened in horror.

"Harry didn't slow down at all!" Hermione shouted anxiously, "Don't you feel this cold breath all over your body? The dementors must have come again. Harry fainted after seeing the dementors last time. Get over it!"

She stood up and pointed her wand at the sky.

However, it was too dark and Harry's figure was too small. Hermione, who was only a third-year wizard, had no ability to accurately cast the spell on Harry and could only watch him fall rapidly. .

At this moment, an old and deep voice came from the highest stand——

"Arresto momentum——"

This voice seemed to have a soothing power, and the panicked little wizards immediately calmed down and completely relaxed.

They recognized it as Dumbledore's voice.

Harry's fall immediately slowed down, and the anxious Cedric finally caught up with him, loosening his grip on the broom and supporting Harry.

Fred and George finally reacted and hurriedly flew to Harry's side. Together with Cedric, they supported him and landed on the still muddy ground.

"Cedric, what just happened?" Fred asked impatiently, "Why did Harry suddenly fall from the sky? Where is his broom?"

"We just encountered dementors...countless dementors, they were wandering in the air, densely packed." Cedric said thoughtfully, "Then Harry fainted and fell off the broom. Come down."

"How did the Dementors enter the Quidditch pitch?" George waved his fist angrily and said angrily, "They almost killed Harry!"

At this time, Wood also flew over with three chasers and landed on the ground.

"How is Harry?" Wood asked.

"He's fine, Captain Wood...but I'm afraid today's game won't go on." Cedric sighed and said softly.

Wood looked at Harry worriedly, originally planning to carry him on his back and take him to the school infirmary.

Immediately, Wood's sharp eyes saw a ray of golden light shining in Cedric's hand holding Harry's back.

"That's..." He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes shrank, "Digory, you caught the Golden Snitch?!"

"What?" Both the Wesla twins were startled and looked at Cedric's clenched right hand in shock.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Cedric had no choice but to open his palms.

In his palm lay a metal ball as big as a walnut, with a pair of shiny little wings that were constantly flapping on the bright golden ball.

"Actually, if it weren't for the Dementors, Harry would have a great chance of getting the Golden Snitch." Cedric said, "I can't win this game. I suggest we rematch. Let's find a day with better weather. Seriously, it’s really a competition.”

"No need," Wood said. His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "A real Quidditch player will not make excuses because of external factors. What is yours is your victory, and there is no need for a rematch."

After saying this, Wood gasped heavily, as if he had exhausted all his strength after saying this.

"but……"

Cedric wanted to refute, but the referee, Ms. Hooch, had already brought another witch who was older than her to the Quidditch pitch and got in between them.

"Ms. Hooch, Cedric caught the Golden Snitch, the game is over!" Wood suddenly shouted.

Ms. Huo Qi glanced at Wood in surprise, took the golden snitch from Cedric's hand, and recognized the result of the game.

"Dududu——"

She blew the whistle, announcing the final victory for the Hufflepuff team.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also hurriedly trotted onto the court with an extremely anxious look on her face, not caring at all that the muddy lawn had splashed a lot of mud on the hem of her decent wizard robe.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, is there anything wrong with Potter's health?" she hurriedly asked the witch who followed Ms. Hooch here.

"It's nothing serious." Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse in a white wizard robe, quickly checked Harry's body, then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "It should just be a convulsion under the influence of dementors, but the specific details are now There's no way to tell yet, I'm going to take him to the campus infirmary for a careful examination now."

She waved her wand, controlled a stretcher, took Harry from the hands of Cedric and others, and floated towards Hogwarts Castle.

"That's good," Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at the sky with an unsightly expression, "It's really annoying, why would the dementors appear here? This is definitely a transgression and offense!"

"When I was passing by the stand just now, I seemed to see Dumbledore looking very angry," Ms. Hooch held her broom and sighed softly, "How will he handle this?"

"It's true that I haven't seen Albus so angry for a long time." Professor McGonagall nodded, and then said hesitantly, "But this time, it seems that someone took care of it for him first..."

As if to confirm Professor McGonagall's words, in the gloomy high-rise sky, a dazzling silver light suddenly occupied the entire sky, like a silver moon lighting up among the heavy dark clouds!

The sky that originally seemed to be at rest suddenly changed, and the thick clouds slowly rotated with the silver moon as the center.

As time goes by, the rotation speed becomes faster and faster, and the height of the center of the cloud layer becomes lower and lower, gradually forming an hourglass-like shape, as if a tornado suddenly blew up above the cumulus clouds. !

All the little wizards present opened their mouths and looked at this scene in the sky with great shock.

Not only the little wizards, but also the experienced professors did not hesitate to give in. They all opened their eyes like uninformed children and stared blankly at the violently rotating cloud pillars.

Their eyesight is much better than that of the little wizards, and they can see not only the rotating cloud pillars and the silver moon in the sky, but also countless rotten and dark creatures struggling desperately beside the cloud pillars, trying to escape the hurricane.

Those dark creatures were all wearing rotten cloaks, and they were blown and rustled in the fierce wind, as if they were about to be completely torn off... Who would have thought that they were the ones who were arrogant and arrogant just a few minutes ago. Dementors?

The cloud column rotated faster and faster, and the wind became stronger and stronger. One after another silver bats seemed to be born out of thin air in the silver light, flying around the wind.

Whenever a bat comes into contact with the body of a dementor, the dementor that was about to escape the range of the tornado seems to have lost all its strength. It is instantly deprived of its mobility and no longer has the ability to struggle.

Just like that, all the Dementors high in the sky were sucked into the violent tornado.

Then, all the rotating cumulus clouds converged with the flow of the wind whirlpool, and they were all submerged into the silver moon.

The moon also gradually shrank, and was finally held in the palm of a slender hand.

The moonlight passed, the dark clouds dissipated, the sky turned into a long-lost blue, and the ground was filled with warm sunshine.

The figure suspended in the sky frowned, took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant.

The wizards present stared blankly at the golden light in the sky, feeling a temperature they had not felt for many days.

If it weren't for the fact that the lawn was still muddy, they might have thought they were just dreaming.

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The next day, people from the Ministry of Magic hurriedly arrived at the Vice-Principal's office at Hogwarts through the Floo network.

Professor McGonagall received them in her office. Of course, she did not look at the culprits who had caused Harry to nearly fall to his death and her house not to win the Quidditch match at all.

Dumbledore and Dracula were sitting in the principal's office on the eighth floor, chatting all the time, waiting for the arrival of officials from the Ministry of Magic.

"How is Potter?" Dracula habitually picked up the sorting hat and asked casually while turning the hat.

"Thanks to you, Harry woke up not long after Bobby sent him to the school infirmary." Dumbledore smiled, "His friends all went to the school infirmary to visit him."

"Harry's health is actually fine. It's just that Bobby insists that he stay there until the weekend, so I have to help him ask for a leave of absence from Professor Dracula," he said.

"A week's leave? I understand." Dracula thought for a moment and nodded, "But I heard that he was not in a good mood because he lost the game? It was quite cool when their captain refused to rematch. Free and easy.”

"There are reasons for this, but not all." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Harry's broomstick hit the Whomping Willow and was torn apart by the angry willow. It probably cannot be repaired."

"Professor Dracula, you know, the broomstick is to the Quidditch players what the wand is to the wizard, it is their best friend. So Harry losing his broom is like losing a good friend, of course it will Be sad for a while..."

"I don't understand." Dracula chuckled and threw the Sorting Hat back on its stool and took out his wand. "If you didn't insist on me preparing this wand, I wouldn't even bother to use it."

"Of course you are special, Professor Dracula. It would be great if you can roughly understand what I mean." Dumbledore said helplessly, "In short, there is nothing serious about Harry. Now we should actually consider how to deal with the Ministry of Magic." got angry."

"Oh?" Dracula looked at Dumbledore and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Why do you deal with their attacks instead of us?"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes at first, and then there was a hint of teasing.

"Could it be that...you are not going to let me hand over those dementors this time?"

"They entered Hogwarts territory without my consent. Of course they have to pay some price." Dumbledore's voice turned cold. "Although Hogwarts is just a magic school, it does not represent us." I will let others knead me."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore and Dracula looked at each other and nodded to each other.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore raised his hand and the door opened automatically.

Professor McGonagall walked in with several wizards in formal attire.

"Albus, the people are here," Professor McGonagall said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva." Dumbledore's expression turned gentle again, "I would also like to trouble you to tell Remus to let him take the place of Professor Dracula for two classes. This should be done temporarily. There’s no way to solve it in a while.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, then glanced coldly at several officials from the Ministry of Magic, turned and left the principal's office, closing the door behind him.

After Professor McGonagall left, the principal's office fell into silence for a short time.

Dracula looked with interest at Dumbledore, who was drinking tea leisurely, and several Ministry of Magic officials who seemed a little awkward in their movements. He found it very interesting.

No matter what status people are in, no matter how pretentious they are, when they really face Dumbledore, the great wizard who is as big as the ceiling in the magical world, they will involuntarily show some timidity.

"Well, Principal Dumbledore, we are here mainly to solve the problem of employees of the Ministry of Magic being arbitrarily captured by your school. This is against the rules..."

The leading Ministry of Magic official in a pinstriped suit couldn't help it any longer and broke the quiet atmosphere in the office.

"Is that what you think, Minister Fudge?" Dumbledore put the tea cup back on the table, glanced at him, and said calmly, "I have to say, our views on this matter are somewhat different from yours. "

"Please tell me." Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Then he seemed to feel that his performance was a little inferior, so he forced himself to straighten his waist again, and his protruding belly almost broke the buttons in the front of his clothes.

"Okay, let me tell you my opinion." Dumbledore said coldly.

"I only know that a large number of dementors broke into the Quidditch field where a match was being played yesterday, attacked a Quidditch player, and almost caused the player's life to be in danger!"

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