Dementors Crash the Match, the Shattered Nimbus 2000

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

The thought of a friend or close relative turning into Werewolf is chilling.

Perhaps Neville's approach was correct; in that situation, escaping might have been the best option.

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

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile. "Well... my personal idea is to cripple them so that the Werewolf are no longer a threat."

"I heard that, that's the standard answer."

"Professor..." Hermione hesitated, "We might not be able to defeat the Werewolf."

"Then you'll have to think carefully about the differences between you and others," Snape said matter-of-factly. "Submit a paper to me next Monday, two rolls of parchment, about Werewolf, focusing on how to identify and kill Werewolf ..."

"But there's Quidditch in the sky," Harry couldn't help but interject.

Today is Monday, and he has to train extra hard. Tomorrow is Saturday, and he will officially participate in the competition. This means he only has one day to do his homework.

Besides Snape's two rolls of parchment, there were other assignments for his classes that he could never finish unless he could molt.

Snape suddenly leaned close to Harry and said coldly, "Then I suggest you take extra care of yourself, Potter. Even with missing an arm or a leg, you still have to write chapters."

Now turn to page 394. The Werewolf is called Wolf, a name derived from the Anglo-Saxon words "Wolf" and "Wolf"...

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

Aaron silently packed up the equipment. Snape, "Professor, you can be really boring sometimes, you know?"

"Oh? You think I shouldn't teach them how to deal with Werewolf?"

"No, this is still very necessary."

"There's a ticking time bomb in the school, so it's only natural that the teaching building should know how to defuse it," Aaron said with a wry smile. "What I'm trying to say is that asking someone who doesn't want to answer questions to answer them is a bit unreasonable."

"That's a teacher's prerogative. You can also choose not to answer." Snape calmly shook his head. "Just say 'I don't know' like Miss Granger did."

Aaron:...

On the first day, the weather was worse than expected.

The wind howled, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

Such weather would feel oppressive even indoors, but the Quidditch Pitch was packed with people, with the entire school enjoying the game in this exciting and tense environment.

Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

The red and yellow figures appeared particularly blurry in the rain. The wind and rain had a significant impact on each player, making the Flying Broomstick even more difficult to control than usual.

Aaron hid under a large umbrella, while Abei hugged a scoop and waved his paws excitedly.

"Watching the game in this environment is quite a unique experience!" Aaron exclaimed. "It's so exciting, it's like Hell mode!"

"Luckily, my hand was injured, otherwise Slytherin would be out of the game right now," Draco said with a smug grin. "Look at Potter, he's wearing glasses, I doubt he can even see his own teammates clearly."

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait and see. Hermione has cast a spell on his glasses so that the rain can't obstruct his vision."

"That's alright," Draco said dismissively. "He's soaked to the bone now; you don't see that kind of scene every day."

Gryffindor is currently in the lead, and unless they catch the Golden Snitch, the match probably won't end until tonight.

Click!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and struck Angelina's broom Gryffindor suitor.

Flames erupted at the end of the broom. She clung tightly to the broom handle, trying to make an emergency landing, but she still crashed uncontrollably into the platform.

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

He then immediately adjusted his direction and flew into the sky.

One of Hufflepuff's members was about to catch the Golden Snitch when, unfortunately, a bolt of lightning struck him through the Golden Snitch.

Gryffindor House Team Hufflepuff House Team and Gryffindor had one player leave the field, bringing the total number of players to 2.

Harry stared blankly for a few seconds as the yellow figure fell to the ground beside him, somewhat at a loss.

At that moment, the outline of a black dog vaguely appeared in the clouds, illuminated by the lightning, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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

He flew higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch.

Gradually, he felt a bone-chilling cold. A figure in black robes flew towards him, and as it approached, a layer of frost formed on the Nimbus 2000.

Dementor!

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand why the Dementor were here, but recalling the Grim from before, he knew he had to get out of the air immediately.

He had only flown for a few seconds when he tragically found himself surrounded. Last week, only a few Dementor occupied this area. He managed to dodge one, two, three, but when the fourth Dementor brushed past him, it opened its disgusting mouth and made a hissing sound.

A familiar sense of dread washed over him, and Harry painfully closed his glasses. His hands involuntarily loosened, and he plummeted from the sky. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw himself being murdered.

On the platform, the crowd spotted the Dementor, but in the blink of an eye, before they could react, they saw a red figure in freefall.

"This is fucking extreme sports!"

"It was absolutely the right decision not to join the Quidditch team." Aaron gasped, then drew his Wand and aimed it at the rapidly falling Harry Potter.

A flash of white light appeared on Harry, and his descent slowed down slightly.

"What did you do?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's nothing. I just cast a Shield Charm on him and changed his accelerated motion to a constant speed," Aaron said simply. "That's all I could do for him. I'm sure the others won't ignore it."

As he spoke, he looked toward the High Table.

If a third-year student like him could act in time, there's no reason why these professors wouldn't be able to react in time.

Dumbledore stood up. He didn't use his Wand, but instead recited a Arresto Momentum spell on Harry to ensure his safety.

He then cast Patronus Charm on the sky, repelling all the Dementor.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. He was confident he could handle hundreds of Dementor, but he couldn't do it as effortlessly as Dumbledore, as if he had cast a simple Levitation Charm with almost no effort.

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something as well, looking at him from several meters away and giving him a kind smile.

Aaron hadn't felt cold at first, but that smile made him shiver involuntarily.

The Quidditch Match did not stop because of this accident, but Gryffindor was missing their most crucial Seeker, and the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

Hufflepuff won the match, and Cedric caught the Golden Snitch, but he didn't think he had won. Instead, he asked for a rematch, but Wood refused.

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

"Come on!" Draco shrugged helplessly. "To be honest, it's already a miracle that Slytherin has managed to go two years without breaking the rules."

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed softly. "I'll go see Harry Potter."

"I'm going too," Draco said excitedly.

"No, you can't go." Aaron immediately stopped him. "Going now would be like rubbing salt into a wound, and it would drive him crazy."

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded with some regret. "Then please pass on a message to him: don't forget your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."

"Are you a devil?" Aaron rolled his eyes, then picked up Abei and rushed to the School Hospital.

When he arrived, Harry was already awake, and the Weasley, Hermione, Neville, and other Gryffindor gathered around his bedside.

"Looks like you're lucky, you didn't lose an arm or a leg," Aaron said slowly.

"Is this supposed to be a consolation?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Gryffindor House Team lost to Hufflepuff."

"You should be grateful you didn't get hurt falling from that height, why are you even thinking about winning or losing!" Aaron said, pulling a bag of chocolates from Abei's pocket. "You might need this."

"Thanks." Harry tore open the wrapper and ate a piece, feeling a slight return of strength. "Wood must be very unhappy!"

"Yes." Fred said with a regretful look, "He had high hopes for this game, but he won't complain. Nobody could have imagined that Dementor would suddenly enter the school."

"Dumbledore furious and chased them away after rescuing you," Hermione said.

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

"There's something else you should know." Ron hesitated before opening the cloth bag he was holding, revealing the wreckage of a broomstick clearly in front of Harry.

Click!

Whether it was my imagination or not, it seemed like everyone around the hospital bed could hear the sound of a heart breaking.

"This thing... it probably can't be repaired!" Aaron said with a smirk. Repair Charm aren't a panacea. If it were an ordinary thing, it would be fine, but Flying Broomstick is a magical item, and in this state, it can probably only be used as firewood.

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

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

However, the wreckage was still there, and Professor Flitwick retrieved it quite carefully.

Harry stared at the dozen or so pieces of wood and twigs, feeling his heart clench and his eyes gradually lose their color.

His favorite game is Quidditch, and this Flying Broomstick has been with him for two years. It is his most treasured possession and his best friend.

"This look is very similar to that of a friend of mine. He looks like this when he's feeling lost. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be 'life is meaningless'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron earned a sea of disapproving looks from everyone.

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

"Really?" Harry grabbed Aaron's hands urgently, a glimmer of light appearing in his blank eyes.

"Hehe!" Aaron forced a smile and pulled his hand away. "I can only restore it to its original state, but it will only look fine. It's impossible for it to take off again."

In other words, it can only stay with you as a toy model from now on.

Harry Potter:???