The Match That Even an Army of Dementors Could Not Stop
A torrential downpour followed by a howling gust of wind left both teams struggling to keep their flying brooms steady.
Vincent was no exception.
But anyone who gets selected for the school team, even a substitute, can handle this kind of minor situation perfectly.
After the minor incident, the competition proceeded as scheduled.
Despite the sudden drop in temperature, neither side could extinguish their determination to win.
Enraged, Flint flew toward the Quaffle like a train of trucks speeding through the air.
To be precise, it was a collision, a collision with his hard elbow.
Vincent slammed on the brakes.
Beta's performance was inferior to that of the Rascal Rabbit, but thanks to its superb control, it still managed to dodge the insidious elbow strike.
The dirty trick backfired, and the Quaffle that hit Draco whizzed past his face.
Harry, who was dangling behind him, quickly turned his head and narrowly dodged the attack.
"Flint! You're shameless!" George and Fred's shouts provoked a collective outcry from the girls.
This shows a complete lack of sportsmanship and has escalated to the level of a personal grudge.
Unfortunately, amidst the raging storm, referee Madam Hooch couldn't see what happened at all.
Flint gestured to his Beater, and a Bludger was immediately hit towards Vincent.
If they can't win by brute force, they resort to interference; this is Slytherin Quidditch Team's consistent tactic against Gryffindor scorer.
It can be easily handled with the Rascal Rabbit, but it's a bit more difficult with Beta.
Several times she narrowly avoided danger, making the boys secretly anxious.
They were afraid, terrified.
George and Fred gained altitude. "Vincent! We'll cover you!"
"No! You go protect Katie and Angelina!"
Slytherin has just scored 10 points. If Draco catches the Golden Snitch, they will lose the game.
Vincent turned to face the twins with an air of ease, "Don't worry! I can handle it!"
He single-handedly draws the firepower of half the team; you can't help but admire him.
Flint's plan backfired.
Gryffindor's formation was like an iron wall; with their small numbers, they had no way to break through.
But letting Vincent go will only make things worse; if you persevere, you'll always find an opportunity.
Draco suddenly stopped and stared coldly at the surrounded figure high in the sky.
He turned to Harry and grinned disdainfully. "Potter! Wayne's just putting on a brave face! Can't you see that?"
Of course they know.
Harry's resolute gaze showed no hesitation. "So we can't let him down!"
Draco turned away coldly, "A bunch of idiots!"
He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand at all.
Collective interests are sometimes far more important than individual interests.
Suddenly, a golden figure swept across the lawn below.
Draco slammed down on the broom handle, but Harry, behind him, was a step faster.
The two brooms were evenly matched; one was simply slower than the other.
The Golden Snitch seemed to sense the movement behind him and kept circling left and right on the lawn.
Harry was extremely frustrated at missing the opportunity.
If it could be faster, even faster would be great.
The tips of grass brushed against his trouser legs as he flew, almost touching the ground.
The teachers and students in the stands were all terrified for him.
At that speed, if you're not careful, even falling into the mud could result in multiple fractures.
Those images inexplicably appeared in their minds, like a persistent nightmare.
Draco, who was following behind Harry, slowed down and looked extremely pale.
The rain was bone-chillingly cold, so cold that he couldn't stop shivering.
It's only November, this shouldn't be happening.
In fact, it wasn't just him; the students in the stands had also begun to sense something was wrong.
It was a familiar, despairing atmosphere, as if it wanted to crush everything.
Hermione suddenly stood up abruptly and stared blankly at the dark clouds in the sky.
The little yellow umbrella slowly slipped from her hand.
Daphne quickly picked up the umbrella. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that..."
The doubts abruptly ceased.
That wasn't a dark cloud at all, but rather a dense mass of overlapping black figures.
The surrounding students also noticed something was wrong.
"Photo..." They were so frightened that they covered their mouths.
A light blue, translucent phoenix suddenly appeared and flew around the entire arena.
Dumbledore gripped the Elder Wand tightly, his sharp gaze fixed on the army of Dementors in the sky.
"Expecto Patronum!" The professors waved their wands, summoning their respective Patronus.
"Albus Dumbledore!" McGonagall's face was filled with lingering fear. "We must stop the match immediately!"
The competition was unaffected; they all seemed to be focused on the game.
Dumbledore's expression was serious. "Wait a minute."
McGonagall noticed that he was unusually angry, and the hand holding the wand stopped trembling.
The Ministry of Magic must provide the school with a reasonable explanation for what happened today.
On the other stand, Snape's face was grim, his eyes fixed on Harry was still chasing the Golden Snitch on the lawn.
Even Lupin summoned an incomplete Patronus in the form of a ball of light, but he had no intention of making a move at all.
Even the students recited the incantation one after another. Could it be that he really couldn't use the Patronus Charm?
The Dementors army of Dementors showed no sign of retreating; instead, they swooped down onto the arena.
They cannot be killed; even the strongest Patronus can only temporarily disperse them.
But with such a massive army of Dementors here, it's destined to be a difficult and protracted battle.
The team members on the field finally realized what was happening, but the army of Dementors coming down at them couldn't stop them.
Neither Gryffindor nor Slytherin retreated.
Draco stopped on the sidelines.
Vincent remained surrounded, and Harry did not give up the chase for the Golden Snitch.
He doesn't understand, and he may never understand.
It was just an ordinary intra-school competition; was it really worth them risking their lives like this?
"Perhaps they just haven't found Dementors?"
Yes, that must be it...
Draco muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly.
Do they really not know?
No, they know.
But the terrifying fear and despair did not break them; instead, they became the driving force that helped them win the game.
"Great chance!" Betty scores, making the score 160-10.
Even if we get the Golden Snitch, it's just a matter of splitting it equally.
While Draco was momentarily stunned, Angelina scored a goal.
If they don't do something soon, Slytherin will lose.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he were making a very important decision.
He loosened his clenched fist and gripped the broom handle tightly.
They increased their speed to the maximum, and soon Harry's figure became clearly visible.
"Potter! I won't lose to you!"
As they drew closer, and Harry could almost touch her back, he suddenly and rapidly increased his altitude.
The Golden Snitch shot into the sky like a cannonball, Draco gritted his teeth, raised his broom handle, and gave chase.
What's truly amazing is that the negative emotions that had been relentlessly eroding his heart and leaving him powerless to resist were gradually weakening.
But the place the Golden Snitch flew to was where those Dementors were coming down in front of him.
Draco unconsciously slowed down.
Facing fear and despair is not so easy, even though most of the Dementors have been driven away by the Patronus.
But Harry was still following closely behind the Golden Snitch.
Just as they were about to rush into the Dementors, all the teachers and students in the school stopped in their tracks.
The sound of rain was so quiet that it was completely inaudible, and everything around seemed to disappear.
Faster, faster.
I almost caught it.
With everyone's prayers, Harry successfully reached out and caught the Golden Snitch.
Unfortunately, he fell into the Dementors and disappeared without a trace.
A moment later, a figure fell down.
"Harry!"
Countless screams erupted.
The direct contact with the Dementors caused him to faint instantly.
"Awooo—" Accompanied by a shrill howl, a dark figure rushed into the arena from outside.
Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye; it seemed to be rushing in as if it were doing everything it could.
If someone were to look closely, they could vaguely make out that it was a medium-sized, black-haired animal.