"Oh my god, what is that!" The crowd in the auditorium began to agitate. They saw some creatures that were absolutely impossible and should not appear in the arena. They should have been rejected by the big iron gate of Hogwarts. The evil creatures outside are floating above the stadium, densely packed black cloaks cover the sky and the sun, blocking the already faint light, and the dilapidated and withered palms are even more disgusting and frightening. Many students just saw these creatures for a moment, I felt cold all over my body, as if all the joy and joy had been sucked away, my legs were weak, and I might faint at any moment.
Malfoy silently watched from the sidelines. Pansy was able to protect himself. He was not worried. Moreover, the most powerful white wizard rushed to the court quickly. He just waved his wand with his wrist, and Ha Use a gentle force to lift it up, as if there is an invisible layer of cotton underneath.
The school doctor's team followed almost immediately and sent the stretcher up, thanks to Ron. Since the last accident, Hogwarts has specially trained for such accidents. The first batch of first aid members came to use so quickly.
Afterwards, Dumbledore waved his wand and chanted spells, his long silver beard fluttered with the wind, and he looked even more majestic under the intermittent thunder and lightning. This is also a portrayal of his anger. Looking back, even It was the battle with the Death Eaters, and he always seemed calm and never lost his composure.
But now, the monsters threaten his students.
The audience only saw the extremely dark sky light up for a moment, and the dazzling light blinded everyone for a few seconds.
A phantom suddenly appeared in the sky. The huge silver-white patron saint exuded a dazzling light, which was particularly eye-catching under the dark sky. This was Dumbledore's patron saint, a silver-white phoenix all over. The students had never seen Dumbledore so angry. Even the pranks on various festivals and the school rules violated by the students would never make him smile a little bit of displeasure on his face.
Hundreds of dementors have nothing to hide in front of Dumbledore's patron saint. The patron saint of ordinary people can only drive away this group of hateful creatures, but Dumbledore is different. His name is a symbol of strength. After encountering the silver-white flames spewed out by the phoenix, the ghosts could only accept the only result—death.
Spots of silvery-white flames floated over the court. After encountering the body of the dementor, they suddenly shone with a silvery brilliance, and then spread out. Afterwards, the dementor that was contaminated with sparks seemed to have added a combustion accelerant. Like a petrol barrel, it burned into a huge silvery white fireball with a bang, and then exploded, just like setting off a gorgeous firework. Dementors exploded with the scenes of fireworks, Disappeared, as if it had never appeared in this world, without leaving any traces.
The fearless dementors panicked. It was the first time they encountered someone who could threaten their own lives. The rabbit died and the fox was sad. They saw their own people burning in the air and then died. They often bring people fear and darkness. For the first time in my life, I tasted the so-called fear and timidity.
They fled in all directions, panicking, their black robes rattling in the strong wind and rain. Occasionally, a few fish that slipped through the net and rushed towards the auditorium were also scattered by the silver light from the tip of Lupin's staff.
Within a few minutes, all the dementors were back where they belonged, their guts gone. No, it was all the surviving dementors. There were not many dementors that filled the stadium just now.
If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price.
The farce ended sooner than everyone expected.
"What a lovely kitten, a very good Patronus." Dumbledore's gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Pansy, and his gentle and kind eyes fixed on the tip of Pansy's staff, on which floated a silver white cat , dressed in smooth fur, stared straight at him with psychic eyes, bared his teeth suddenly, and raised his tail in protest.
Up to now, his furious expression just now has completely disappeared, as if his face has always been so calm before, only those who have experienced it personally will know how his behavior just set off a turbulent wave.
"It's just what others taught me." Pansy was a little at a loss, looking around, not daring to look directly into Dumbledore's eyes.
Although most Slytherin students don't like Dumbledore very much, they still feel a little overwhelmed after being praised. It is really unusual to compare his status.
"Oh, you caught the golden snitch, very good." Dumbledore smiled at this moment, and twirled his silver beard.
This made her even more embarrassed, and buried her small head, which was looking around, into her chest, afraid of being seen by others.
This riot also allowed the Slytherin students to truly see Dumbledore's strength intuitively. Except for some students who advocate pure blood, there are still some students who value strength. No matter how the outside world renders Dumbledore's great achievements and The invincible magic attainments in the world are not as good as seeing them with your own eyes.
They now agree that this annoying old man is much more pleasing to the eye.
"It's a good thing none of you were hurt except Harry." Then he glanced around with his blue eyes, and smiled reassuringly again.
"Professor..." Angelina of the Gryffindor team wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Wood reaching out to stop him. His expression was a little dazed, but at this moment he tried desperately to concentrate.
"I know what you want to say now, but losing is losing. Do you want them to look down on us even more? Gryffindor students can't afford to lose." Wood's voice was a little trance, even if he said that, But anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.
At this moment, all the players in Gryffindor fell silent. They knew that Wood was suffering more than any of them now.
"The game is over now." Dumbledore looked at the audience. After casting the magic, his thick voice echoed throughout the stadium at this moment, giving all the teachers and students present a sense of peace of mind, watching the students After they all left the arena in an orderly manner, he dragged his large gray robe and walked towards his office step by step.
He only knew one thing now, and he needed to have a good talk with Fudge. (To be continued.)