Harry had a dream,
He dreamed that he was being protected in his parents' arms.
"Avada Kedavra— "
The blinding green light took the lives of James Potter and Lily, and left a scar on his forehead that would never heal.
"No, this is impossible—" The murderer who killed his parents was carried away by the wind like ashes.
Harry will never forget that ugly face.
It's him!
It's that person!
Voldemort!
The scars, like pain etched deep into his soul, could not quell Harry's overwhelming hatred.
One day, they will have a life-or-death duel.
So until then, you must live well.
Wake up, this is just a nightmare.
Finally, Harry opened his eyes.
This is a blurry white world.
It's the ceiling of the Hospital Wing!
He reached out, trying to feel for something.
"Harry?" A series of very familiar voices rang out.
Is this what you're looking for?
The glasses were gently placed on Harry's nose.
Ron, Vincent, Hermione, George, Fred...
One concerned face after another was reflected in Harry's emerald eyes.
He sat up with Ron's help. "Everyone's here."
I'm physically fine, just feeling a bit tired.
Hermione seemed to want to say something, but Vincent held her down and shook his head at her.
George and Fred came to the bedside one on each side, offering words of comfort and concern.
After Harry said "no problem" for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he suddenly realized something.
"By the way, how did the match go? Did we win?"
Vincent coughed lightly, and Hermione's expression softened slightly.
There was a hint of resentment in her eyes.
"Of course we won!" the twins said in unison as they recounted the events.
As Harry fainted and fell, Dumbledore had already activated the Slowing Charm he had been preparing for some time.
It landed smoothly without even splashing mud or water.
Slytherin was utterly defeated this time, and they accepted their defeat wholeheartedly.
Draco, unusually, didn't say anything sarcastic, but just silently watched Harry being taken to the Hospital Wing.
The army of Dementors was soon driven out of Hogwarts, along with the two unfortunate gatekeepers.
The Ministry of Magic staff had just left, and judging from Fudge's charcoal-black complexion, Dumbledore was putting considerable pressure on him.
Hogwarts is just a magic school, and it's one thing for Dementors to wander around every now and then, but this time they actually dared to send out the whole group.
If we don't increase the pressure on the Ministry of Magic to make them take it seriously, something even more terrible might happen one day.
Ron curled his lip. "Malfoy is a sore loser and a despicable scoundrel. He's probably plotting something again."
Harry was immediately displeased.
His breath smells terrible, like he hasn't brushed his teeth. I hope it's not so disgusting that I can't stand it.
Although the game was won, the price paid was not just that.
Ron brought over a flying broom that had been broken in two.
This is the broom Harry named "Gwendolyn," and it looks like it can't be repaired.
Vincent offered a few words of comfort, but couldn't stand the resentful look in her eyes, so he left first.
Hermione followed quietly behind him, but when they reached the stairwell, she suddenly stepped forward and blocked his way.
"You almost lost your lives today!"
Harry's injury was caused by the Dementors, Vincent's was caused by the Beta chipping from overuse.
The situation was quite dangerous; we were plummeting straight down and then suddenly stabilized, and this happened several times.
Hermione was so scared that she cried, and she ran over immediately after landing safely.
Even though I was so tired that I was swaying and about to collapse, I still stubbornly held on until now.
Vincent was speechless.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything at all.
"Never mind." Hermione stepped back, taking his arm.
"The appearance of the Dementors must have been an accident. If so much time had passed, I would definitely have investigated the cause."
It's a good thing that someone cares, especially since it's a girl.
Vincent obediently let her help him upstairs.
If you look closely, Hermione actually looks quite good when she's dressed up.
She no longer has that strong bookish air about her; she's just like an ordinary girl throwing a tantrum.
Ministry of Magic,
Fudge is overwhelmed with a mountain of complaints.
With such a big incident happening at Hogwarts today, he couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to.
Dumbledore could even fully resolve the issue, pressure from students, parents, and the wider community had already begun.
After opening who knows how many letters, it suddenly flew up and turned into a mouth.
"Fudge, you big idiot! You can't even handle this Dementors problem! You might as well just apologize and step down..."
It was a rant letter, and anonymously at that.
Being inexplicably scolded only made my already terrible mood worse.
Once the mouth in mid-air had burned away on its own, Fudge took a deep breath and continued opening the letters.
Outside the Minister's Office,
A group of high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic exchanged glances.
Umbridge volunteered to knock on the door.
"Come in."
His tone was extremely impatient, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
Umbridge gave him a confident look, reached out and opened the door to enter the office.
Fudge was writing a reply, not even looking up. "Just say what's on your mind."
With what she thought was a sweet smile on her face, she bowed obsequiously, "Minister, the Auror's investigation results are in."
He then handed over a scroll of parchment that had been magically encrypted.
Fudge sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the investigation results, not even glancing at her.
Based on the Auror's past experience, there are two main possibilities regarding today's events.
First, the Quidditch matches at Hogwarts are incredibly lively, and even a raging storm can't dampen their enthusiasm.
With such a sweet and appealing positive emotion, how could the Dementors possibly miss it?
Second, the evil Death Eaters Sirius Black Black has successfully infiltrated Hogwarts with the intention of harming the Chosen One Harry Potter.
Fudge's lips trembled slightly, and he casually closed the parchment. "I understand."
Umbridge bent down and rubbed his small hands together. "Minister, I think our ministry needs to make all the necessary preparations."
"Oh?" Fudge picked up his pen and continued writing his reply, "Tell me your thoughts."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Dementors are, after all, creatures of darkness, and you can't reason with them.
Since the escaped criminals may have already infiltrated Hogwarts, it makes sense to entrust the guard duties to the Ministry of Magic.
"Hmm?" Fudge was puzzled for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
With the Ministry of Magic taking the initiative to intervene, it's just the right time to shut up the parents and outsiders.
No matter how unwilling Dumbledore, he had no choice but to obediently agree.
Moreover, this is a good opportunity to legitimately intervene in Hogwarts.
If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how long we'll have to wait.
Upon seeing this, Umbridge immediately broke into a smile.
How could she not understand what her minister was thinking?
A crisis can also be an opportunity.
With Fudge's strong desire for control, he certainly wouldn't allow anything in the Wizarding World to exist beyond his control.