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Elwyn saw Ron turn his head in a panic, as if he was avoiding his eyes.
"Something's not right. Is this guy hiding something from me?!" Elwyn looked at Ron thoughtfully.
Could it have something to do with Peter the Dwarf? But looking at Ron's expression, it didn't seem like it.
The next second, there was a roar of thunder in the air. Elwyn quickly turned his head and saw a forked lightning flash across the sky. He saw Harry flying past him quickly.
High up in the sky, Harry was so cold that his hands and feet were numb. He had to lower his body and lie on his broom, urging it to pass through the turbulent airflow and look for the Golden Snitch in all directions. He dodged to the right and saw Diggory sneaking under him. Diggory was flying in the opposite direction. Had he already seen the Golden Snitch?!
I can't go on like this. The situation is getting more and more dangerous.
Harry quickly turned around. He wanted to return to the center of the field, but at that moment, another bolt of lightning lit up the stands. Harry saw something that completely distracted him: the silhouette of the huge black dog covered in coarse fur. The silhouette was clearly reflected in the sky. It was sitting in the row of empty seats at the top of the Slytherin stands.
Harry's numb hands slipped on the broom, and his Nimbus 2000 fell a few feet.
He pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and glanced sideways at the bleachers. The dog had disappeared.
"Harry!" Wood's distressed voice came from Gryffindor's goal. "Harry, behind you!"
Harry panicked and looked around. Diggory kept falling toward the field. A small golden spot flashed between them in the drizzling air. In a panic, Harry leaned on his broom and spun toward the Golden Snitch.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Harry and Diggory, who were approaching the Golden Snitch. Diggory was closer than Harry, but Harry was faster. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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In the stands, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly grasped Elwyn's left arm tightly. She screamed in a frightened voice, "Look, look over there!"
Following her gaze, Elvin's heart skipped a beat. Behind Harry and Diggory, he saw a dark expanse of the distant sky.
Like ink dripping into water, more than a hundred Dementors were attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch field. They quickly approached with a terrible chill.
The Dementors seemed to have been invited to a feast. They wore tattered dark gray cloaks and floated in the air. Their rotten hands, oozing with pus, shook slowly outside their hoods. The air was filled with the smell of rotten meat.
Following the pattern of ice in the air, Elwyn saw something flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the Dementors above. It was their happy emotions.
The whole world turned black and white in an instant. There was a timid silence on the terraced stands around the track. Although the wind was still as strong as before, it had forgotten to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.
Elwyn saw Hermione shouting at him, but he could not hear anything.
He suddenly pulled out his wand and aimed it at the Dementors in the middle of the field.
"Call the guardian!" he shouted, but he could not hear his own voice.
His wand emitted a ray of silver light. It swayed in the wind and rain like a flame, bringing a moment of color to the black and white world ruled by the Dementors.
But it did not work. The ray of light dissipated in an instant and turned into faint green smoke.
"Damn it, there are too many Dementors!" Elwyn recited the spell again, his mind constantly recalling the things that made him happy.
The surprise he felt when he received the letter from the Hogwarts, the joy he felt when he learned his first spell, the happy times he spent with his friends. The light at the tip of Elwyn's wand was getting stronger and stronger, and a complete animal was gradually forming.
But there was always something missing. The dark fear brought by the Dementors pressed down on him from all directions.
Elwyn tightened his grip on his wand. He remembered the scene when he first released the complete Patronus on the train. At that time, he could not hold on any longer. It was Hermione who gave him hope again. He tried hard to remember that feeling.
Elwyn suddenly felt a trembling, weak body pressing closely against him. He turned around and saw Hermione looking at him nervously.
Yes, this was the feeling!
The next second, a dazzling silver-white animal emerged from Elwyn's wand.
The power of the Patronus came from the positive energy in one's heart. In addition to the happiness that people had always talked about, it also included hope, the desire to live, and protection.
When you expressed a strong desire to protect someone in the depths of your heart, then you would also release a complete physical Patronus.
The stronger one's determination to protect, the more powerful the guardian god that was released would be.
It was not a happy memory, but Elwyn's desire to protect Hermione that triggered the Patronus.
His Guardian Deity was a cat, but it was much more powerful and ferocious than an ordinary cat. Its body was covered in mysterious patterns, and it looked like a ferocious tiger.
Was 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 Elwyn knew that his Patronus looked exactly the same as Animagus. They were both black cats.
At this moment, because of the strong desire to protect Hermione in the depths of his heart, this Patronus looked extremely powerful.
The Patronus represented a person's hidden, unknown, but inevitable personality. It was the kind of mysterious self that would only end its dormancy and wake up when necessary. Elwyn's Patronus carried the aura of a king and his determination to protect Hermione. It fiercely pounced on the Dementors in the center of the field, knocking them away.
In the air, Harry quickly approached the Golden Snitch.
He was almost there. He was faster than Diggory, but time seemed to stand still around him.
Harry felt as if he had entered a black hole that he could never fly out of. He moved forward helplessly. The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower. His breath began to freeze, and the freezing rain drilled into his body, cutting his internal organs.
He heard the voice he had heard last time on the train. Someone was moaning inside his head. It was a woman's voice.
"Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please, don't move Harry!"
"Go away, you stupid woman, go away, now …"
"Don't move Harry, please don't. Take me there, kill me!"
Harry's mind was numb. What was going on? What was he doing? Why was he flying? He was getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch, but his attention was 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 move Harry! Please don't move … Have mercy … have mercy … "
The only answer she got was a sharp, cold laugh. The laugh was harsh against the woman's pleas.
Harry felt that he didn't know anything. He couldn't help the woman. He seemed to have slipped off the broom. Just when he thought he was going to fall, a silver-white animal suddenly flew up from below.
It was Elwyn's Patronus. Just like his Animagus, it was a black cat.
Harry's fuzzy consciousness returned to his mind. He saw many Dementors surrounding him. Their faces hidden under the bandanas were all facing him.
It was dark under the bandanas. There was nothing there.
No, Harry saw something inside. That was …
His eyes widened in horror. He wanted to pull out his wand, but he found that he had fallen off the broom. His Nimbus 2000 followed its original trajectory and flew in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
The cold rain fell rapidly, hitting Harry's pale face. He stretched out his right hand weakly, trying to grab the broom.
But it was useless. More Dementors were approaching. The light of Elwyn's Patronus was getting weaker and weaker. The woman's pleas and the harsh laughter reappeared in his mind. They were still talking about something. The man seemed to have said something terrifying.
Harry tried to recall the content of the sentence, but he couldn't remember anything.
He couldn't hold on any longer. His eyelids were getting heavier.
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