Chapter 238： Dementors in the wind and rain (modified)

The first Quidditch game was drawing nearer and the weather was getting worse.

But the Ravenclaws, eager to win the championship, were not afraid at all, as if nothing could stop their desire for victory.

In the last training before the first game of the Quidditch season, Roger Davis told everyone that the bad news, "Our first team to play against has become Slytherin."

"Why?" The players asked in unison.

"Flint's reason is that the player's arm is still injured and he can't play against Gryffindor." Roger gritted his teeth angrily. "The reason for this is obvious. I don't want to be in this way. Weather competitions, think this will reduce their chances of winning ... "

"But our tactics against Hufflepuff have been trained for a long time." Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red, I don't know whether it was because of the anger after the exercise.

After raging for a whole day, when Qiu Zhang spoke, they could still hear the thunder of thunder in the distance.

"Since that is the case, we should show our full strength, let the Slytherins realize that we are more terrifying than the storm!" Allen said in a deep voice.

For the current Slytherin, they are obviously very proud of their behavior-they disrupted the battle plans of several other academies.

In the morning when Gryffindor played against Hufflepuff, the wind screamed, and the rain fell harder than ever.

The hallway and auditorium were too dim, and there were more torches and lanterns.

The Slytherin players all showed gloating expressions, and Malfoy was the most proud.

"Ah, I hope my arm feels better!" He sighed, and the wind slammed against the window.

"It's shameless!" Penello stirred the pumpkin porridge in the bowl bitterly.

She is not the only one who curses.

Quidditch games will not be cancelled due to trivial things like lightning storms.

When Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players were on the court, they brought the audience to the stands with a sense of majesty.

This is definitely a difficult matchup, the cold rain is like splashing and falling.

In the gust of wind, the audience in the stands could not clearly hear the explanations and the games.

The players who shuttle on the field feel even worse.

They were frozen so stiff that it became harder and harder to hold the broom.

Gryffindor captain Wood called a timeout, and Allen sincerely hopes that no matter who it is, it is best to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game.

The players who were on the field again drove the broom through the storm and looked around for thieves.

Gryffindor looks more powerful. This is indeed a tenacious team.

A thunderbolt exploded, followed by a zigzag lightning.

The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Another lightning illuminates the stand, and Allen's attention is focused on the Gryffindor stand: the outline of a **** dog with a shaggy hair is clearly set against the sky, staying in the empty seat at the top on.

"Damn!" Allen couldn't help but whispered.

"They found the Golden Snitch!" Michael said excitedly.

However, a strange thing appeared.

A strange silence passed across the stadium.

Although the wind was still so violent, he forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

Then, a terribly familiar chill struck Allen and invaded him.

Allen moved his gaze from the sky to the ground. At least one hundred dementors stood underneath. All the hidden faces were raised, looking for Black's trace on the stands.

They didn't even miss the little wizard flying in the air and looked carefully.

There was a harsh scream from the stands, and Harry fell straight down from the sky.

Professor Dumbledore rushed to the court, waving his wand, and Harry's speed slowed down when he landed.

Then he turned his wand to the dementors and shot silver at them.

Allen pulled out his wand without hesitation and stood up.

"Excuse the guard!" A phoenix spewed from the top of his wand, hovering and flying towards the group of dementors.

This is the best opportunity for actual combat. Ravenclaw's little wizards have drawn their magic wands and desperately thought about their happiest things.

The wizards are commendable, but the actual effect is extremely limited.

Most of the wands of the Ravenclaw little wizards who had participated in the training were just a silver air mass, which was not in shape.

Only Penello, the patron saint of the fox, deftly flew off the stands and rushed towards the large group of dementors.

The professors also pulled out their wands and issued their own patron saint.

Two phoenixes took the lead, and various animal guardians followed, and the dementors immediately left the stadium, disappearing without a trace.

"Is he dead?" Michael asked in horror.

"No, he didn't even break his glasses." Allen replied in a deep voice.

"And the ground is soft ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Fortunately it's raining heavily," Penello added.

Professor Dumbledore directed Harry with a wand and flew to a stretcher, then strode toward the castle.

Harry's stretcher floated and followed.

Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff clutched the golden thief in his hand, looking a little at a loss.

Cedric and Mrs. Huo Qi applied for a rematch, but Wood thought Hufflepuff had won the game and Gryffindor lost.

When all the little wizards left the stands, Wood still knelt in the mud and looked extremely sad.

"Allen, we must not follow Gryffindor's footsteps!" Roger patted Allen's shoulders, looking at Wood in the rain, with a heavy tone.

Harry was admitted to the school hospital, and Allen was not worried about his safety at all.

But if you don't go to visit, it will be cold and ruthless.

So, Allen brought some candy purchased in Hogsmeade and went to the school hospital.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to come to see Harry." Ron said strangely, sitting on Harry's bedside.

Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Ron disapprovingly.

"Harry, I wish you a quick recovery." Allen ignored Ron's strange appearance and gave Harry his packed candy.

"Thank you, Allen." Harry blinked and took the candy.

Harry actually wanted to tell Alan how he felt at this moment.

He felt that he really encountered "ominous". There was also the Dementor, which also brought him great troubles.

Harry's troubles could not be confided to Hermione and Ron, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would sneer.

Allen was the best person to talk to, but Harry couldn't say it. These words choked on him, making Harry feel more heavy.

Since when did he become so estranged from Allen?