Chapter 274： Nature and the Wizard

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Chapter 274: Nature and Wizards

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the spectators on the field are holding their seats tightly. ??·They need to lie down and keep their center of gravity at all times to avoid being blown up and down.

Players on the field are facing a greater test. They are going forward with wind and waves and need to rise to high altitude in such natural disasters and storms. This is definitely not a simple task.

In the rumble of thunder, George vaguely heard the students around him cheering for a certain team. The howling gust of wind shattered and swallowed their voices as soon as their words fell.

Whether it is cheering or cheering, all the sounds are drowned in the roar of nature.

Even George couldn't hear the words around him in such a scene, everyone's ears were full of howling wind and roaring thunder.

The whole world suddenly lost its voice, leaving only a natural roar. The wizard's Quidditch match was like a silent pantomime, like the celebration and sacrifice of ancient humans against natural disasters.

George has thrown away his umbrella, and the wind and rain hit the players and dripped on his face. He stood upright in the wind, like a towering tree, hunting and hunting in the wind, blowing in the robe, new and new.

He stood still in the wind and rain, like a rock on the seashore, quietly appreciating the natural fury. ??·

The game has already begun, and neither the cheers of the audience nor the whistle of Madam Hooch can be passed from the wind. But all the wizards have been engrossed in the game.

The players rise into the sky, like fish swimming in the waves, flying in the wind and waves and flying towards the rainstorm.

This is a very different Quidditch game, unlike everyone else who has seen it, this is a real Quidditch game.

The wizard at this time was truly against nature. Their enemy is not the opponent of other teams, but from natural disasters, the overwhelming, pervasive malice.

The wizards in the high altitude placed their entire bodies on the flying broomsticks. They merged with the broomsticks, and they were closely connected, avoiding the roaring gust of wind.

Overwhelming storms, overwhelming malice, wizards really turned into fish, passing through waves after waves.

At this moment, nature really showed its anger. The storm is like an upright giant, waving its slap all over the sky, fanning one by one towards the wizards the size of black spots in the sky.

The wizards turned into petrels, turned into a black lightning, and shuttled between the giant's fingers. ?·

While facing nature, they fought against natural disasters. They shuttled between the fingers of the storm giant, and they faced their opponents in such a crack.

"This is the real Quidditch game, against nature, defeating natural disasters, and winning the game." George clenched his fists, his heart was fiery, and his words were crushed and engulfed by the wind and waves.

The world at this time is so weird, the whole world is like a silent pantomime, and like a celebration and sacrifice of ancient humans against natural disasters.

Nature is furious, the storm is howling, they are angry, they are afraid. They want to crush all those who dare to confront them. They are nature, they are natural disasters, and they are natural fears of living beings.

Humans are holding on, humans are resisting, they are silent, they are firm. They will fight back all the existence that oppresses and enslaves them. They are creatures, they are human beings, and they are the crystallization of spiritual wisdom.

Natural disasters will not give up, they are natural fears of living beings.

Human beings will not surrender, they are the crystallization of the wisdom of beings.

Storms and natural disasters dominate everything, and the wizards in the sky are so inconspicuous, like little black spots after another.

They are so conspicuous, the little black dots hanging high in the sky shine brighter than any stars. They shuttle like electricity, like one after another proud elves, facing the black stormy elves.

They are laughing, they are screaming, they are laughing at the dark clouds, laughing at the storms.

Their voices could not be heard, and their figures came and went one after another, black lightning after another, shuttled in the storm, shuttled in the wave, shuttled in the opponent's attack.

The score is anxious, the wind and rain are anxious, the audience is anxious.

Natural disasters are fighting, and they want to crush the rebelling wizards. The players are fighting, and they want to defeat their opponents. The audience is fighting. They want to replace the players with their bodies, and they want to summon the flying broomstick and rush to the arena.

Suddenly, something strange happened, a cold current passed through the fiery passion of the audience. From the soles of the feet, it penetrates into everyone's body and flows into everyone's blood.

George looked around, and more than a hundred dementors poured in from the Gryffindor stand. He also saw Harry standing high in the sky, like a suddenly frozen picture, standing in the air, shaking under the blow of the storm.

"Damn it!" George was furious, and the anger dispelled the cold, and he ran quickly, like a dash of lightning.

The wand slipped from his cuff and fell into his hand, holding the cold wand tightly, letting his anger be suppressed by reason. But he didn't slow down at all, he ran quickly towards the Gryffindor stand.

The fast running made George's vision blurry, but with the aid of Hawkeye, he could still see the open mouth of the Gryffindor student and his stunned expression.

He immediately swept towards Harry with his gaze. Harry was not on the broomstick. He lost his support. He was like a cold corpse, falling stiffly from the sky.

"Damn it." George was like a chariot, without any buffer, he stopped immediately, he didn't even breathe.

A silver light beam emanated from his wand and connected directly to Harry's body.

He took a heavy breath, and Harry's figure became like a fluttering feather, slowly falling toward the ground.

George turned his gaze and continued to walk towards the Gryffindor stands. He walked unhurriedly towards the hundreds of dementors.

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Harry just felt like a piece of floating ice floating on the endless black ocean. Infinite darkness and cold enveloped him, he thought he was dead, this is the world after death.

He still vaguely remembered that he fell from the light wheel 2000. He was 70 feet from the ground at that time, maybe a hundred feet, but whether it was seventy or a hundred feet, it was enough for him to fall to death. .

Not only would he fall to death, but he would also smash. Harry felt very sorry for his friend when he thought of this. He would rather choose a more handsome method of death. He absolutely didn't want to. His death would become a nightmare for his friends. He owed too much to his friends.