Endless darkness completely enveloped the Quidditch field, and the little wizards silently watched the dementors floating above them, constantly thinking about terrible things in their minds.
They feel depressed, powerless, and terrified, as if the world is ending.
"Call God to protect you!"
Just when everyone was in despair, a slightly immature but extremely firm voice sounded from the Gryffindor stands.
Like a ray of light in the darkness, a silvery-white animal suddenly appears, bringing the only color and light to this dark black-and-white world.
The little wizards turned their heads in unison, and they saw a thin boy pointing his wand at more than a hundred ferocious dementors in the sky. The light from the tip of his wand built a solid city wall in front of the dementors, like The only dawn.
This picture is engraved in everyone's mind, and it has not been forgotten until many years later.
"It's Evan Mason, that's his patron saint."
I don't know who yelled, and everyone suddenly remembered that they had read an article on resisting dementors in the "Hogwarts Wizardry", and the "Patronus Charm" was the only spell that could resist dementors.
The little wizards hurriedly took out their wands, pointed at the sky and said the spell.
Like the dots of stars in the dark night, silvery-white lights lit up on the stands.
Soon, Ivan knew how many people were secretly practicing the Patronus Charm, and there were probably more than 600 silver-white lights on the entire stand.
The dense light mist emitted by everyone merged into one piece, dispelling the fear and cold in an instant.
Among them, quite a few people began to condense a complete Patronus at the tip of their wands.
Percy's Patronus rushed out of the haze first, it looked like a weasel, followed by a dozen or so strange Patronuses.
Ivan saw an otter also appear at the tip of Hermione's wand, it circled itself twice, and then flew towards the dementor.
Following these complete patron saints, white mist spewed upwards, and countless halos scattered in all directions.
Like a sharp arrow, the mist strikes the dementors at the will of the caster.
The dementors seem to have never encountered such a situation. Faced with so many patron saints and a large amount of light mist composed of happy emotions, they backed away in horror. It was the first time for the monsters who had brought despair and fear to others. Once they felt the taste of fear itself, they instinctively wanted to escape.
In the next second, a pleasant chirping sound came from the highest part of the castle.
This is the voice of Fox, which Ivan heard in the secret room last semester. He turned his head and saw a huge silver-white phoenix flapping its wings and flying out of the principal's office. It was Dumbledore's Patronus, a very rare and powerful magical creature Patronus.
With a huge white halo that was more dazzling than all Patronus, it quickly approached the Quidditch pitch. Under its light, those slow-moving dementors are turning into wisps of green smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely disappearing from this world.
Ordinary wizards' amulets can only drive away dementors at most, but Dumbledore's phoenix can really kill dementors.
It seems that these dementors broke into the castle, making the greatest White Wizard of the living really angry.
In the next second, along the trajectory of the phoenix, Ivan saw Harry falling from a high altitude, and he hurriedly ran towards the center of the Quidditch field.
Ron and Hermione froze for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
………………………………………………………….. . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
"It's a good thing the ground is so soft."
"I thought he was going to die, but he didn't even break his glasses."
Harry heard the men whispering, but could not understand what they were saying.
He didn't know where he was, or how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here.
All he knew was that he was in pain all over, as if he had been beaten.
"Thanks to Aiwen and his protector, we wake up from fear and despair!"
"Over a hundred dementors, the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."
Yeah, the scariest, scariest thing ever! Harry remembered, those black shadows in the hood, the horrible...
Also, with the coldness all over my body and the screams that kept ringing in my head, the man seemed to have said something at the end...
Harry opened his eyes suddenly. He was lying in the school hospital.
The members of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team, splashed with mud from head to toe, were circling around his bed. Ivan, Ron, and Hermione were also there, and they looked as if they had just climbed out of the swimming pool.
"Harry, Harry! What do you think?" Ron looked extremely pale.
"What happened?" Harry's memory flew back quickly, and he sat up suddenly, startling everyone in front of him.
"You fell! There must have been, then fifty feet?!" said Ron.
"We thought you were dead!" followed Aliya, who was standing aside, looking shaken.
Hermione let out a low screech at her words, her eyes congested with blood.
"But that match..." said Harry, "what happened? Can we play again?"
No one spoke, and the terrible truth sank like a stone in Harry's mind.
"We didn't... fail?"
"Digory caught the Snitch!" said Fred. "Just after you fell, he didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he was going to call off the fight." The game, I want to rematch it."
"But they won fair and aboveboard, and even Wood admits this." George continued.
"Where's Wood?" Harry looked around, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.
"Still in the rain!" said Fred. "We think he's going to drown himself."
Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with his hands.
"Well, Harry, you've always caught the Snitch before," said Fred.
"There's always going to be a miss," George said. "The game isn't over yet!"
"We lost a hundred points, didn't we? So, if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."
"Hufflepuff will lose at least two hundred points," said George, "but if they beat Ravenclaw . . . "
"No way, Ravenclaw is great. But if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff... "
"It all depends on the score. No matter who wins or loses, it's all about 100 points."
Harry lay on the hospital bed, listening to Fred and George's discussion, without saying a word.
They lost, all because of him, the first time he had lost a Quidditch match.
About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team to put Harry to rest.
"We'll see you later," Fred told Harry. "Don't blame yourself, Harry! You're still our best Seeker."
The team left, leaving trails of mud behind. Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking unhappy.
Ivan, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and stayed.