Chapter 94

"I have an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, come on!"

Hermione came with a cloak on her head and a smile on her face.

Harry was stunned for a moment, handed her his glasses with a puzzled look, and the whole team looked at her in surprise.

In the strange sight of everyone, Hermione tapped Harry's glasses with her wand.

"Waterproof and moisture proof!"

"- all right!" she said, returning her glasses to Harry. "The water won't interfere with your glasses!"

Wood watched excitedly, as if eager to kiss her.

"Great!" he shouted hoarsely behind Hermione.

At this time, Hermione, who had retired successfully, had disappeared into the crowd.

"... all right, guys, do a good job!" wood turned around and shouted again at the players, as if he had rallied up just because of Hermione's little action.

Hermione's spell worked.

Harry was still numb with cold, and his body was still wet as never before, but he could at least see it.

He made up his mind again and urged his broom to fly in all directions through the turbulent air flow, carefully looking for the humble Golden Snitch.

In the process, he avoided a swimming ball and passed under Digory, who was flying in the opposite direction

There was another burst of thunder, followed by a forked lightning, and the situation seemed more and more dangerous.

Harry felt he had to catch the snitch as soon as possible - Marca scored another goal! Almost no one can stop him!

Harry turned around again and wanted to go back to the middle of the court.

But just then, another flash of lightning lit up the stand, and Harry inadvertently saw what distracted him most.

It was the silhouette of a huge black dog with thick fur. The silhouette was clearly reflected in the sky. It stayed in an empty seat on the top of the grandstand.

Since Harry saw the black dog before school began, the impression has been lingering in his mind. In the divination class, Professor Trelawney called it unknown in horror, which attracted some students to try to stay away from him.

And now, damn it, he sees it again!

Harry's frozen hands slipped on the broomstick and he couldn't help falling several feet. He brushed the tip of his wet hair away from his eyes and squinted at the stand.

But the dog is gone.

"Harry!" wood's cry came from Gryffindor's goal. "Harry, behind you!"

Harry looked around in panic, but found that Digory was constantly falling towards the court, and a small golden patch flew past in the rainy sky, flashing a golden light that could not be ignored between them.

Harry was so frightened that he fell on the broomstick. He whirled towards the Golden Snitch.

"Come on!" he yelled at his broom, and the rain slapped him on the cheek, but he ignored it. "Come on! Faster!"

But something strange happened at the scene.

There was a timid silence on the stepped stands around the stadium - although the wind was still as strong as before, it seemed to forget the roar, as if someone had pressed the volume switch to turn off the wind.

Harry felt as if he had suddenly become deaf.

What happened?

Then a familiar terrible cold current hit him again and raged in his body. At this time, he just felt something moving on the court below.

Before Harry could think more, he moved his eyes from the snitch to look down.

That's a Dementor! The number is appalling!

There were at least a hundred Dementors standing below, their faces hidden under their headscarves facing him!

Suddenly, Harry felt like cold water rising from his chest, cutting his internal organs. Then he heard a familiar and strange voice

Someone is moaning, moaning in his head... It's a woman... No, there seems to be something else.

"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 -- come to me and kill me --"

Harry's mind was numb and he felt a white fog in his mind - what was he doing? Why is he flying? He must help her... She's dying! She's going to be murdered!

But Harry just felt himself falling, falling in the cold fog.

"Don't touch Harry! Please don't touch him... Please... Have mercy! Have mercy -"

A shrill voice was laughing and the woman was screaming... But just then, a sudden force held his falling body!

"... call God's guard."

A calm voice sounded in Harry's ear. He felt his body surrounded by a soft and warm breath. At the same time, there seemed to be a sound of cheering and exclamation in the distance.

"That's... The audience... The voice of the audience in the stands! I'm still playing? Yes, playing!"

Harry woke up with a start. When he found that he was closing his eyes, he tried to open his eyelids as heavy as lead.

Suddenly, he saw a giant eagle emitting silver white light and fog for the first time!

The body of the giant eagle was bigger than a man, and its wings were flat, which gave him a sudden boost of spirit.

The giant eagle soared rapidly in front, and the silver white light fog filled and entangled around its body... Suddenly, as soon as its wings were closed, it quickly dived towards the Dementors floating on the ground with a magnificent momentum.

The light fog was elongated behind the giant eagle and pulled out a conspicuous silver white light band in the air, which seemed to have a reassuring beauty.

The silver white Giant Eagle suddenly rushed into the place where Dementors gathered. With one impact, nearly ten Dementors flew. For a time, the scene seemed a little chaotic.

This giant eagle seems to be the natural enemy of Dementors. It comes and goes naturally, as if it doesn't worry about the threat posed by those terrible Dementors. The Dementors, on the contrary, scattered and fled to the outside of the court before the giant eagle grabbed and tore its beak and pecked.

The giant eagle followed them for a while, which somehow dissipated in mid air.

Until now, Harry put away his stunned expression and looked around.

"... Marca?" he said in surprise.

At the moment, it was Marca around him. He held Harry's belt in one hand and a magic wand in the other. The whole person was hanging upside down on his lightwheel 2000, hanging on the handle of the broom by his two legs.

"Don't look," said Marca, frowning hard. "Do you have any strength? If you have, climb onto the broom! Come on, if you don't want to fall!"

The light wheel 2000 is slowly descending, but Maka doesn't seem to have much strength to control it, so it's up to Harry at the moment.

However

"Oh, I'm sorry -" Harry felt his hands and feet were soft and completely disobeyed.

"All right, all right!" Marca sighed. "Remember, you owe me once!"

He glanced at the corner under the viewing platform intentionally or unintentionally, and just saw the figure of a black dog turning around and running quickly towards the forbidden forest.

On the viewing platform, students, professors and even Dumbledore were looking at him - he even saw Dumbledore's smile in his pale blue pupils.

"At least everything is going according to plan -"

Marca murmured, then decisively released her leg bend and fell down with Harry in the scream of all the teachers and students.

"Float off!"

Under the effect of the floating spell, the falling speed slowed down immediately. When they were close to the ground, Marca and Harry fell to the ground almost like two leaves in the wind and rain.

Fortunately, at the moment when Maka chose to fall freely, they were not so high from the ground, otherwise Maka was really not sure that she could land without injury.

"Call -"

Maka lay on the muddy turf with her head up, letting the big rain drop hit her face and body, but she didn't even bother to move.

"It's really hard work."

At his feet, Harry fell face down into the mud and his ass turned to the sky, which was completely another treatment.

In order to prevent Harry from suffocating, Marca laboriously raised her legs and kicked at his ass, making him barely turn over and lie on his side on the lawn.

"Cough, cough, Hoo - Hoo -" Harry coughed a few times and then gasped heavily. "Oh... Thank you... I almost... Cough... I almost thought I was going to be suffocated by the mud."

Marca doesn't have time to talk to him. He's busy thinking about other things at the moment!

After a while, other students gathered around and took them to the school hospital.

"Oh! Snitch! Is the game over?" Harry seemed to have a sudden spirit. He struggled and shouted.

"What thief is flying? Lie down and don't make trouble for others, or I'll let them throw you down and let you find the snitch yourself." Maka said faintly.

"Well, I'm sorry..." Harry said immediately.

In fact, probably due to the influence of Dementors, Harry had no strength for a long time. When he was taken to the hospital bed, he soon passed out.

On the contrary, Marca, who did the most, still opened her eyes.

At first, many people talked about him. Later, they were all kicked out by Mrs. Pomfrey, the head nurse.

"He needs rest! They all need rest! Get out of here -"

Maka turned her head and looked out of the closed window. The storm continued fiercely, as if she didn't mean to stop at all.

"Then go to sleep for a while. I have to go to the Forbidden Forest in the evening..." Maka said, slowly closing her eyes.