Chapter 309: Dementors Invade, Broken Nimbus 2000

"I... I don't know?" Hermione's face flushed. This was the first time she said she didn't know in class, but she really didn't know what to do.

It's chilling to think about a friend or a loved one turning into a werewolf.

Perhaps Neville's method is right. In that case, running away may be the best choice.

"It seems that the know-it-all doesn't know everything." Snape said sarcastically, "Gaius, you answer."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled far-fetchedly, "Well... my personal idea is to cripple the werewolf so that it has no threat."

"I heard it, this is the standard answer."

"Professor..." Hermione hesitated, "We may not be able to beat the werewolf."

"Then you have to think carefully about the gap between you and others." Snape said as a matter of course, "Submit a paper to me next Monday, two rolls of parchment, the content is werewolves, focusing on how to identify and kill werewolves..."

"But there is Quidditch tomorrow." Harry couldn't help but interrupted.

Today is Friday, and he has to train overtime. Tomorrow is Saturday, and he has to participate in the competition. This means that he has only one day to do his homework.

In addition to Snape's two rolls of parchment, there are other homeworks. Unless he can split himself, it is impossible to finish them.

Snape suddenly put his face close to Harry and said coldly: "Then I suggest you take extra care of Mr. Potter. You still have to write articles even if you lose your arms and legs.

Now turn the book to page 394. The werewolf is called Wolf, which is composed of two Anglo-Saxon words, Wolf and Ulf..."

After class, everyone else left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Aaron was speechless as Snape packed up his equipment. "Professor, you are really boring sometimes, you know?"

"Oh? Do you think I shouldn't teach them how to deal with werewolves?"

"No, this is still necessary.

There is a time bomb in the school, and it is natural to teach students how to defuse the bomb." Aaron smiled bitterly, "What I want to say is that you are asking me, a person who doesn't want to answer questions, to answer questions a little too much."

"This is the teacher's privilege, you can also choose not to answer." Snape shook his head calmly, "As long as you say 'I don't know' like Miss Granger."

Aaron:......

The next day, the weather was worse than expected.

The wind was howling, thunder was rolling, and heavy rain was pouring down.

In such weather, hiding indoors would feel depressing, but the Quidditch stadium was crowded with people, and all the teachers and students in the school were enjoying the game in such an exciting and tense environment.

Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.

The red and yellow figures were particularly blurred in the rain curtain. The wind and rain had a great impact on each player, and the flying broom was more difficult to control than usual.

Aaron hid under a big umbrella, while Abe held a fruit plate and waved his paws happily.

"It's really a different experience to watch the game in this environment!" Aaron said with emotion, "It's so exciting, it's just hell mode."

"Fortunately my hand was injured, otherwise it would be Slytherin who would end up on the field now." Draco laughed gloatingly, "Look at Potter, he's wearing glasses, I doubt if he can see his teammates clearly."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Hermione cast a spell on his glasses, and the rain can't hinder his vision."

"That doesn't matter." Draco didn't care, "He's already a drowned chicken, this scene is not something you can see at any time.

Gryffindor is leading now, but as long as the Snitch is not caught, the game will probably not end until the evening."

Crack!

Suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the sky and hit the broom of Angelina, the Gryffindor pursuer.

The tail of the broom was on fire, and she held the broom handle tightly, trying to make an emergency landing, but still crashed into the platform uncontrollably.

At the critical moment, Harry rode Nimbus 2000 and knocked her into the crowd, barely saving her life.

After that, he immediately adjusted the direction and flew high into the sky.

A Hufflepuff team member was about to catch the Golden Snitch, but unfortunately, the weather was not good. A lightning bolt fell and hit him through the Snitch.

One person from the Hufflepuff team and the Gryffindor team retired, and the number of people was equal again.

Watching the yellow figure falling to the ground beside him, Harry was stunned for a few seconds, a little at a loss.

At this time, the outline of a black dog appeared vaguely in the clouds, illuminated by the lightning, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Harry's heart skipped a beat and chased after the Snitch.

He flew higher and higher, and he was getting closer and closer to the Snitch.

But gradually he felt the biting cold, and a black-robed figure flew towards him, and as it approached, a layer of frost formed on the Nimbus 2000.

Dementors!

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand why the Dementors appeared here, but thinking of the "ominous" thing that had appeared before, he knew he had to leave the sky immediately.

But he had only flown for a few seconds when he found himself surrounded. Hundreds of Dementors occupied this area. He luckily escaped one, two, and three, but the fourth Dementor opened its disgusting mouth and made a wheezing sound when it passed by him.

The familiar fear came over him, and Harry closed his glasses painfully. His hands unconsciously loosened and he fell from the sky. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the process of his parents being killed.

The people on the platform discovered the Dementors, but it happened in a flash. Before they could react, they saw a red figure doing free fall.

"This is an extreme sport!

I was absolutely right not to join the Quidditch team." Aaron took a breath, then drew out his wand and aimed it at the rapidly falling Harry Potter.

A white light flashed on Harry, and his fall slowed down a bit.

"What did you do?" Draco asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just added a protective spell to him, and by the way, turned his accelerated motion into uniform motion." Aaron said simply, "I can only do this for him, I believe others will not turn a blind eye to it!"

As he said that, he looked at the teacher's seat.

He, a third-year student, could act in time, so there was no reason for these professors not to react.

Dumbledore stood up. He did not use his wand, but just recited a shock-absorbing and speed-stopping spell to Harry to ensure his safety.

Then he released the Patronus Charm to the sky and repelled all the Dementors.

Aaron raised his eyebrows. He was confident that he could deal with hundreds of Dementors, but he couldn't do it as calmly as Dumbledore, as if he had cast a simple levitation spell, with almost no consumption.

Dumbledore seemed to have discovered something, looking at him from a distance of dozens of meters and giving him a kind smile.

Aaron didn't feel cold at first, but this smile made him shiver uncontrollably.

The Quidditch game did not stop because of this accident, but Gryffindor lacked the most critical seeker, and the result was no suspense.

Hufflepuff won the game, and Cedric caught the Golden Snitch, but he didn't think he won. Instead, he asked for another fair rematch, but was rejected by Wood.

"I suddenly admire this senior." Aaron said with a smile, "Flint and the others should really learn from him."

"Forget it!" Draco shrugged helplessly, "To be honest, it's a miracle that Slytherin can persist for two years without breaking the rules."

"Alas!" Aaron sighed slightly, "I'll go see Harry Potter."

"I'll go too." Draco said excitedly.

"No, you can't go." Aaron stopped him immediately, "You going at this time is like rubbing salt in the wound, it will make him crazy."

Draco hesitated for a moment, nodded with some regret, "Then please tell him a message for me, don't forget the homework of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Are you a devil?" Aaron rolled his eyes, then picked up Abe and rushed to the school hospital.

When he arrived, Harry had already woken up, and the Weasley brothers and sisters, Hermione, Neville and other Gryffindors were surrounding his bed.

"It seems that you are lucky, you didn't lose any arms or legs." Aaron said slowly.

"Is this consolation?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Gryffindor lost, lost to Hufflepuff."

"You should be thankful that you didn't get hurt after falling from such a high place. What's the point of thinking about winning or losing!" Aaron said as he took out a bag of chocolate from Abe's pocket. "You might need this."

"Thanks." Harry tore open the wrapper and ate a piece, barely feeling his physical strength restored a little. "Wood must be very unhappy!"

"Yes." Fred said with regret, "He has high hopes for this game, but he won't complain about anything. No one can expect that Dementors will suddenly enter the school."

"Dumbledore was furious and drove them away after saving you." Hermione said.

"You really should learn the Patronus Charm." Aaron reminded, "It's urgent!"

"There's something else you should know." Ron hesitated to open the cloth bag in his arms, and the remains of the broom were clearly presented in front of Harry.

Kacha!

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the other people around the bed seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak.

"This thing... probably can't be repaired!" Aaron said with a wry smile. The repair spell is not omnipotent. If it is an ordinary thing, it's okay, but the flying broom is a magical item, and it's so rotten that it can only be burned as firewood.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Ron looked at Harry with an embarrassed look, "When you fell, it was blown to the Whomping Willow by the wind.

You know, that tree doesn't like the feeling of being hit.

But the wreckage is here. Professor Flitwick was very careful when he took it back."

Harry looked at a dozen pieces of broken wood and twigs, and felt his heart twitching, and his eyes gradually lost color.

His favorite thing is Quidditch, and this flying broom has been with him for two years. It is his most cherished thing and his best friend.

"This look is very similar to a friend of mine. He is also like this when he is confused. To describe it in one word, it is hopeless."

After the voice fell, Aaron successfully received everyone's white eyes.

"Well... there's no need to be so pessimistic. I might be able to fix it."

"Really?" Harry eagerly grabbed Aaron's hands, a glimmer of light blooming in his wooden eyes.

"Hehe!" Aaron smiled far-fetchedly and pulled his hand out with force. "I can only restore it to its original state, but it only looks fine. It's impossible to take off again.

In other words, it can only be with you as a toy model in the future."

Harry Potter: ???