Ivan saw Ron turn his head in a panic, as if avoiding his gaze.
"Something's wrong, is this guy hiding something from me?!" Ivan looked at Ron thoughtfully.
Could it have something to do with Peter Pettigrew, but looking at Ron's expression, it doesn't seem to be the same, this expression looks like...
The next second, there was a roar of thunder in the air, and Ivan turned his head hastily, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the sky, and he saw Harry flying quickly in front of his eyes.
High in the air, Harry's hands and feet were numb from the cold, so he had to bend down on his broomstick and urge the broom through the turbulent airflow, looking for the Snitch in all directions. He avoided a Bludger to the right, he saw Diggory sneaking past him, Digory was flying in the opposite direction, had he seen the Snitch already? !
It can't go on like this, the situation is getting more and more dangerous.
Harry turned quickly, trying to get back to center field, but just then another bolt of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw what completely distracted him: the huge, shaggy The silhouette of the black dog, which was clearly reflected in the sky, was in the empty row of seats at the top of the Slytherin stand.
Harry's numb hands slipped on the broomstick, and his Nimbus 2000 dropped a few feet.
He brushed the wet hair out of his eyes and squinted at the stands again. The dog was gone.
"Harry!" Wood's distressed shout came from the Gryffindor goal, "Harry, behind you!"
Harry looked around in panic, Diggory fell towards the field continuously, a small golden spot flashed between them in the rainy air, Harry threw himself on the broomstick in panic, twirling and rushing towards the ground. Golden Snitch.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Harry and Diggory who were approaching the Snitch. Diggory was closer than Harry, but Harry was faster than him.
In the stands, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly held Ivan's left arm tightly, and she screamed in a terrified voice, "Look, look there!".
Following her gaze, Ivan's heart skipped a beat, and he saw behind Harry and Digory, a deep black stretch across the distant sky.
Like ink dripping in the water and spreading outward, more than a hundred dementors were attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch pitch, and they rushed quickly with a terrible cold current.
The dementors seemed to be invited to a feast, they were wearing dark gray tattered cloaks, floating in the air, a pair of rotten hands with pus seeping outwards slowly shaking outside the hood, the air was filled with rotten The smell of rotting meat.
Following the lines formed by the ice in the air, Aiwen saw something flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the dementors above, which was their happy mood.
The whole world turned black and white in an instant, and there was a timid silence in the terraces around the runway. The wind, although still as strong as before, forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.
Ivan saw Hermione yelling at himself, but he couldn't hear anything.
He jerked his wand out and aimed it at the dementor in the center of the arena.
"Call God to protect you!" He shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
A ray of silvery light emanated from his wand, flickering in the wind and rain like a flame, bringing a moment of color to this black-and-white world ruled by spirits and spirits.
But no, this ray of light dissipated instantly and turned into a faint blue smoke.
"Damn it, there are too many dementors!" Ivan chanted the spell again, thinking about things that made him happy.
The moment of surprise when he received a letter from Hogwarts, the joy when he learned his first spell, the happy time he spent with his friends, the light at the tip of Aven's wand grew stronger and stronger, and a complete animal was Gradually condense.
But it was a little short of that, the black terror of the dementors pressing down from all sides.
Ivan tightened the wand in his hand. He remembered the scene when he released the complete Patronus on the train for the first time. At that time, he couldn't hold on anymore. It was Hermione who gave him hope again. Feel.
Ivan suddenly felt a trembling and weak body close to him. He turned his head and saw Hermione looking at him nervously.
That's right, that's how it feels!
In the next second, a dazzling silver-white animal emerged from Ivan's wand.
The power of the patron saint spell comes from the positive power of the heart. In addition to the happy emotions that people have always said, it also includes hope, the desire to live, and the protection itself.
When you show a strong desire to protect someone deep in your heart, then you will also send out a complete physical guardian spirit.
How strong is the determination to protect, and how strong is the released Patronus.
It's not happy memories, but Aiwen's heart of guardianship to Hermione inspired this spell.
His patron saint is a cat, but it is much stronger and more ferocious than ordinary cats. It is dotted with silver light all over and has intricate stripes, just like a fierce tiger.
Is it a cat or a tiger
All the little wizards in the stands exclaimed. They seemed to have never seen such a strange and rare creature.
But Aiwen knew that his patron saint had exactly the same image as Animagus, both of which were black cats.
Because of the strong desire to protect Hermione deep in his heart at this moment, this patron saint looks extremely powerful.
The patron saint represents a person's hidden, unknown, but inevitable character. It is the mysterious self that will end its dormancy and wake up only at a necessary moment. Aiwen's patron saint, with the aura of a king and his determination to protect Hermione, fiercely rushed towards the dementors in the center of the field, knocking them away.
In mid-air, Harry quickly approached the Snitch.
He was only a little short, he was faster than Digory, but time seemed to stand still all around him.
Harry felt as if he had entered a black hole from which he would never fly out. He was moving forward helplessly in it, the temperature around him was getting colder and colder, his breath began to freeze, and the freezing rainwater drilled into his body, cutting him internal organs.
He heard the same voice he had heard the last time on the train, someone moaning, moaning inside his head, a woman's voice.
"Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please, don't touch Harry!"
"Go away, you stupid woman, go away, now..."
"Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me, you kill me!"
Harry's mind was numb, what's going on, what is he doing, why is he flying, he is getting closer and closer to the golden snitch, but his attention is focused on the woman in his mind.
He had to help her, she was going to die, she was going to be murdered!
"Don't touch Harry! Please don't move... mercifully... mercifully..."
Her only answer was a sharp, cruel laugh, which was extremely harsh amidst the woman's pleadings.
Harry felt like he didn't know anything, he couldn't help the woman, he seemed to have slipped off the broomstick, just when he thought he was going to fall like this, a silver-white animal suddenly flew over from below .
This is Ivan's patron saint, exactly the same as his Animagus, both are black cats.
A blur of consciousness returned to Harry's mind, and he saw many dementors surrounding him, their faces hidden under their hoods, all facing him.
It was pitch black under the hood, and there was nothing.
No, Harry saw something inside, and it was...
His eyes widened suddenly, full of panic, he wanted to pull out his wand, but he found that he had fallen off the broomstick, and his Nimbus 2000 flew towards the Forbidden Forest along the original track past.
The icy rain fell rapidly, hitting Harry's pale face hard, and he stretched out his right hand weakly, trying to grab the broomstick.
But it's useless, more dementors are approaching here, the light of Aiwen's patron saint is getting weaker and weaker, and the woman's pleading and harsh laughter reappeared in their minds, and they are still talking What, that man seemed to say something very scary.
Harry tried to recall the words, but couldn't remember anything.
He couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
In the next second, his eyes darkened and he passed out.