The students weren't blind, and naturally noticed the approaching Dementor.
" Merlin, that's Dementor!?"
What are they going to do?
" Longbottom, Longbottom, what's wrong? He's fainted!"
" The Dementor are heading towards the stadium, watch out!"
Screams erupted one after another, and chaos instantly descended upon the stands.
Morris frowned and looked at Dumbledore. "Why did the Dementor get in?"
He did not believe that this was an action instructed by the other party.
Dumbledore stood up, the Elder Wand already in his hand.
"Let's talk about that topic again later."
He told Morris that his face was very tense and he looked extremely angry.
Clearly, he knew nothing about the Dementor invasion.
Morris didn't ask any more questions, leaned back, and prepared to watch the show.
Go forth, Professor Dumbledore!
Dumbledore said clearly, " Minerva, Filius, Pomona, you go and protect the students. Leave the rest to me. The rest of you, take refuge first."
The professors who were called out immediately dispersed and rushed to the various stands.
Morris wasn't in a hurry to leave. He leisurely gazed at the Dementor in the distance, feeling a little itchy inside.
He really wanted to secretly catch a few more so that the one in his box would have some company.
A group of Dementor is far more useful than a single one.
Unfortunately, he didn't bring his suitcase.
We can only wait and see if there's a chance.
Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly felt a tightness in his arm— Dumbledore had grabbed his forearm.
"Come with me," Dumbledore said. "Your Patronus might come in handy. Did you bring your wand?"
"Huh?" Morris was taken aback. "Am I going too?"
"Of course." Dumbledore glanced at him, then looked up at the Dementor about to flood the pitch. "We need to get them out of there as soon as possible."
Morris obediently stood up.
Although he felt that Dumbledore could handle it all by himself, since the other party had asked, he didn't mind stretching his muscles a bit.
Besides, he also wanted to see other people's Patronus up close and see how they differed from his own.
The two crossed the edge of the stands and entered the stadium.
The Dementor are hovering above the stadium.
The Hufflepuff team had all landed, stumbling and panting as they scrambled off their brooms.
Morris noticed that Cedric Diggory, who was acting as the Seeker, was holding a small, fluttering golden ball— the Golden Snitch.
It seems the outcome of the match is already decided.
For some reason, the Gryffindor players were still suspended in the air.
In the heavy rain, Morris squinted, trying to see what they were doing.
Hmm, I can't see it.
Even if he is a wizard, his eyesight is only at the level of an ordinary person.
Just then, a black dot suddenly plummeted from the sky.
A plane crashed!
Before he could react, Dumbledore had already waved his wand.
An invisible force steadily supported the falling figure and gently placed it on the grass.
Sure enough, it's Harry Potter.
It's reasonable that the main character is always the one who gets into trouble.
Harry lay there, pale-faced, eyes closed, unconscious.
Following them, the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team landed one after another, and everyone looked rather grim.
Losing the game and the Seeker getting injured—it's all bad news.
" Harry... is he still alive?" Wood asked Dumbledore, his voice trembling.
"It's nothing serious," Dumbledore shook his head, looking up at the sky. "However, these things need to be banished."
Morris crossed his arms, ready to observe the other's Patronus.
He had heard Snape mention that Dumbledore's Patronus was a phoenix, the only Magical Creatures in the Wizarding World to Patronus.
However, just when he thought Dumbledore was about to display his power, the man suddenly turned to him and said, "Get rid of them, Morris."
Morris paused for a moment, then pointed to himself.
"I?"
He glanced back at the Dementor still circling in the sky.
Is it reasonable to assign this task to a third-grade wizard?
Dumbledore nodded slightly. "You can do it."
So confident in him?
Forget it, forget it.
Morris sighed and raised his wand.
Let's just handle it simply then.
I'm just killing time anyway.
" Expecto Patronum."
He whispered the incantation.
Silver light burst forth from the tip of the wand, transforming into a rushing river that surged and churned in the air.
Immediately afterwards, silver ravens began to fly out from them.
One, two, five, ten, twenty...
Finally, hundreds of silver ravens filled the entire sky, completely dispelling the darkness.
The Dementor fled in panic, retreating hastily and quickly moving away from the Quidditch Pitch.
The entire room fell silent.
Whether they were faculty or students, everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.
"Easier than I imagined."
Morris muttered something to himself and waved his wand again.
The flock of silver ravens transformed into specks of silver light and vanished into the rain, as if they had never existed.
The sky was once again filled with dark clouds, and the rain was still falling, but the suffocating chill had completely disappeared.
Wood walked over, his gaze shifting between Morris and the sky, still reeling from the shock, even forgetting that he had just lost the game.
"Those white things... did you conjure them up?" he asked.
"Of course," Morris replied easily.
Unlike before, he can now use this level of Patronus Charm without overdrawing his magic power.
They hadn't even used their full strength yet.
"Well done, Morris!"
"Dumbledore, with undisguised approval," Dumbledore said.
Sometime later, he had already placed Harry on a floating stretcher.
"Now I'm taking Harry to the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore waved his Elder Wand, and the stretcher floated steadily beside him. " Morris, you come here too."
Morris nodded and quickly stepped forward.
Wood and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team followed suit.
They were undoubtedly very worried about Harry's condition.
In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was busy running around.
"That's terrible, those damned monsters." She said to the crowd gathered around Harry's bed, " The Dementor have a lot of effect on Potter. But don't worry, he'll wake up in a while... I'd better prepare some Potions and a chocolate bar."
Hearing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that you're alright.
Dumbledore forward, looked down at Harry, and said gently, "Thank you for looking after him, Madam Pomfrey."
"It's my duty," Madam Pomfrey said, turning to the students around her, her tone much gentler than usual. " Harry Potter will wake up soon. You can stay here a little longer, but don't disturb him. If anyone feels unwell, let me know immediately. The effects of Dementor are no joke."