The first match of Quidditch was approaching, and the weather was getting worse.
However, Ravenclaw were not afraid at all. It was as if nothing could stop their desire for victory.
In the last training session before the first match of the Quidditch season, Roger Davis had bad news. Davis told everyone a piece of bad news. "Our first opponent has become Slythrin."
"Why?" His teammates asked in unison.
"Flynt's reason is that their ball handler's arm is still injured, so he can't play against Gryffindor." Roger gritted his teeth angrily. "Their reason for doing so is obvious. They don't want to play in this weather. They think it will reduce their chances of winning … "
"But we've been practicing our tactics against Hufflepuff for a long time." Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red. It was unclear whether it was because of the exercise or because of anger.
The storm had been raging all day. As Qiu Zhang spoke, they could still hear the rumbling of thunder in the distance.
"If that's the case, we should show our full strength and let Slytherin know that we're more terrifying than the storm!" Allen said in a deep voice.
Slytherin was obviously very proud of their actions. They had disrupted the battle plans of the other academies.
On the morning of Gryffindor's match against Hufflepuff, the wind was howling and the rain was heavier than ever.
The corridors and auditorium were too dark, so more torches and lanterns were lit.
Slythrin's members all had expressions of schadenfreude, and Malfoy was the most pleased with himself.
"Sigh, I wish my arm felt better!" He sighed. The wind outside hit the windows.
"How shameless!" Penello stirred the pumpkin porridge in her bowl angrily.
She was not the only one cursing.
Quidditch's match would not be canceled because of a small matter like the lightning storm.
When the members of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff entered the arena, they gave the spectators a sense of heroism as though they were facing death with equanimity.
This was definitely going to be a difficult battle. The ice-cold rain was pouring and pouring.
Amidst the howling wind, the audience in the stands could not hear the commentator at all, nor could they see the match clearly.
The players shuttling back and forth on the field felt even worse.
They were frozen stiff, and it was getting harder and harder to hold on to the brooms.
Gryffindor's captain, Wood, called for a timeout. Allen sincerely hoped that no matter who it was, they would catch the golden snitch as soon as possible and end this game.
The team members who were on the field again rode their brooms through the storm, looking around for the Cat Burglar.
Gryffindor's aura seemed to grow stronger. This was indeed a tenacious team.
A thunderclap exploded, followed by a zigzag of lightning.
The situation was becoming more and more dangerous.
Another flash of lightning lit up the stands. Allen focused his attention on Gryffindor's stand. The silhouette of a big black dog with unkempt fur was very clear against the sky. It was sitting in the empty row at the top.
"Damn it!" Allen couldn't help but curse.
"They found the Golden Snitch!" Michael said excitedly.
However, a strange thing happened.
A strange silence swept through the whole stadium.
Although the wind was still strong, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.
Then, a familiar and terrible chill attacked Allen, invading his body.
Allen shifted his gaze from the sky to the ground. There were at least a hundred Dementors standing below. Those hidden faces were all raised, looking for Blake's traces in the stands.
They didn't even let go of the little wizard flying in the air, carefully sizing him up.
Suddenly, there was a shrill scream from the stands, and Harry fell straight from the sky.
Professor Dumbledore rushed to the field and waved his magic wand. Harry's landing speed suddenly slowed down.
Then he turned his magic wand towards the Dementors, shooting silver things at them.
Allen didn't hesitate to pull out his magic wand and stood up.
"Summon Guardian!" A phoenix spurted out from the top of his magic wand, circling and flying towards the group of Dementors.
This was the best opportunity for actual combat. The little wizards of Ravenclaw all pulled out their magic wands, desperately thinking about their happiest things.
The little wizards' courage was commendable, but the actual effect was extremely limited.
Most of the little wizards of Ravenclaw who had participated in the training only had a cloud of silver air at the top of their magic wands.
Only Penello's Guardian, the fox, flew down from the stands nimbly and rushed towards the large group of Dementors.
The professors also pulled out their magic wands and released their Guardians.
The two phoenixes took the lead, and all kinds of animal Guardians followed closely behind. The Dementors immediately left the stadium and disappeared without a trace.
"Is he dead?" Michael asked in fear.
"No, his glasses are not even broken," Allen replied in a low voice.
"And the ground is soft. Fortunately, it's raining heavily," Penello added.
Professor Dumbledore used his magic wand to command Harry to fly onto a stretcher, and then strode towards the castle.
Harry's stretcher floated and followed closely behind.
Hufflepuff's Cedric? Digory was holding the Golden Snitch in his hand, looking a little lost.
Cedric and Mrs. Huo Qi applied for a rematch, but Wood thought that Hufflepuff won fair and square, and Gryffindor lost.
When all the little wizards left the stands, Wood was still kneeling in the mud, looking extremely sad.
"Allen, we must not follow in Gryffindor's footsteps!" Roger patted Allen's shoulder, looked at Wood in the rain, and said in a heavy tone.
Harry was in the school hospital, and Allen was not worried about his safety at all.
But if he did not visit him, it would be too cold and heartless.
So, Allen brought some candies he bought in Hogsmeade and went to the school hospital.
"Allen, I didn't expect you to come to see Harry," Ron sat on Harry's bed and said in a strange voice.
Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Ron with disapproval.
"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery," Allen ignored Ron's strange look and gave the candies he had packaged to Harry.
"Thank you, Allen." Harry blinked and took the candies.
Harry actually wanted to tell Allen how he felt at this time.
He felt that he had really encountered an "ominous" situation. Also, the Dementors had brought him a lot of trouble.
Harry couldn't talk to Hermione and Ron about these troubles because he knew that Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff.
Allen was the best person to talk to, but Harry couldn't say it. These words were stuck in his heart, making Harry feel even heavier.
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