Chapter 17： Desperate Flurry

On November 7th, Saturday morning, Schelling woke up early from the bed in the dormitory. He planned to be there to watch today’s Quidditch game in person. Although he was not interested in Quidditch, he knew that today’s Quidditch would have one. A good show was released.

The thunder outside is still continuous, the fierce wind hit the outer wall of the castle, and of course the windows are not immune. When Schelling came to the corridor on the first floor, he immediately noticed the constant roaring wind and heavy rain outside. They were obviously bigger than yesterday!

Xie Lin leisurely walked to the auditorium, ready to enjoy his breakfast. After a while, Daphne, Astoria, and Meredith also appeared in the auditorium wearing thick raincoats. The three women looked at Xie. Lin Yi was dressed lightly, with a puzzled expression at the same time.

Soon their doubts were answered. After breakfast, the four of them walked out of the castle together. The weather outside the castle was squally windy and heavy rain, but in order to watch the game, the teachers and students of the school came out as usual and they walked across the lawn. Run to the Quidditch stadium, sit in the wet stands, keep his head down to resist the wind.

Contrary to their rush, Schelling and the three girls walked towards the court very leisurely. As soon as the violent rain fell around them, it was like being blocked by an invisible barrier, sliding from him. opened.

Astoria, who didn’t know why, only felt very powerful. She looked at Schelling with an admiring look, while Meredith knew how powerful it was, and murmured dumbfounded: "It covers the whole body with no curse with water or fire, and there are four people. ......" Even Meredith, who is accustomed to seeing him, still feels incredible about Schelling's rapid improvement. He has worked so hard, why does it feel that the gap is getting bigger and bigger?

Five minutes after the start of the game, all the players were soaked from the inside out. The weather is very cold, many people are freezing, and it is difficult to see other teammates, not to mention the long and random flying ball. Everyone was flying around on the court, only to see the vague red and yellow figures, without knowing the situation of the game.

Under the strong wind, the audience hides under the cloak and the umbrella that has been blown apart by the wind. The cheers and cheers are only faintly audible. Many players were almost hit by the flying broomstick with a walking ball. The heavy rain made everyone almost unable to open their eyes, and they couldn't see the ball hitting from the opposite side.

Just after Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, Harry and Cedric suddenly spotted the Snitch at the same time. The two of them slew in the direction of the Snitch. Cedric was closer to Harry than Harry, but Harry relied on it. Lightweight body shape and performance speed sweeping seven stars faster than Cedric.

At this moment, something strange happened on the scene. There was a kind of silence caused by timidity in the stepped stands around the stadium-although the wind was still as strong as before, it seemed to have forgotten the howling, as if someone had pressed the volume switch to turn off the sound of the wind.

Like ink dripping in the water and spreading outward, a dark black lay across the distant sky. More than a hundred dementors were attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch court. They came quickly with a terrifying cold current.

The dementors seem to have been invited to a feast. They wore dark gray shabby cloaks and wandered in the air. A pair of rotting hands with pus infiltrated from both directions slowly trembling outside the hood, and the air was filled with rottenness. The smell of spoiled meat. Following the lines formed by the ice in the air, Xie Lin saw something invisible flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the dementors above. It was the happy mood of the little wizards who were watching the game.

Xie Lin flashed a bright light under his eyes, stood up abruptly, drew out his wand and pointed it at the dementor in the center of the field, shouting angrily: "Holy guard!"

Suddenly, everyone on the field uttered an exclamation, and they saw a dragon emitting a silvery-white mist for the first time!

The body of that giant dragon is larger than that of a human, and even bigger than Hagrid of the half-blood giant. A pair of large and majestic wings resembling bat wings spread out horizontally, with a beautiful range. Fanning, the agile dragon head rises high, making a roar that resounds through the sky!

The giant dragon was flying fast, and the silver-white light mist surrounded and entangled its body, and rushed towards the dementors floating on the ground with a magnificent aura.

In mid-air, Harry quickly approached the Golden Snitch. He was only a little closer, he was faster than Cedric, but the time around him suddenly seemed completely still. Harry felt like he had entered a black hole that would never fly out. He moved forward helplessly inside. The temperature around him was getting lower and lower, his breathing started to freeze, and the freezing rain penetrated into his body, cutting him. Viscera.

He heard the voice the last time he heard it on the train. Someone was groaning. Moaning inside his head was the voice of a woman. She seemed to be begging someone to let Harry go.

Then Harry was dizzy and slid off the broomstick. Just when he thought he would fall like this, a silver-white dragon suddenly flew from below and caught Harry who had fainted. And put him on the grass.

The little wizards in the audience were falling into depression, powerlessness, fear and other negative emotions due to the effects of more than one hundred dementors, but suddenly saw a silver-white dragon suddenly appear, like a ray of light in the dark, giving This black and white dim world brings the only color and light.

The little wizards turned their heads together, and what they saw was an unforgettable picture-a boy with a still green appearance pointed his wand at more than one hundred hideous dementors in the sky.

Compared to the dementors in the sky, his lonely figure seems so small-but it is such a trivial figure that gives people a feeling of towering and standing still, in the dark, he seems to be shining brightly. His eyes were filled with determination, his wand was still held high, and white mist was constantly erupting upwards, slamming against the path of the dementor.

Everyone could feel his unrelenting determination, which made the little wizard who fell into despair suddenly give birth to a glimmer of hope, and even the influence of the dementor was reduced a lot-this picture was engraved in everyone's mind In, it has not been forgotten until many years later.

"Look! It's Schelling! That's his patron saint!"

"Oh my God! How did he do it? There are so many dementors here, isn't he scared?"

"We, how can we leave him alone..."

"Xie Lin, hold on! Let's help you!"

As if because Schelling's leadership gave them courage, the little wizards stood up bravely one after another, they raised their wands and recited the curse of the patron saint. Like the stars in the dark night, one by one silver-white light spots lit up on the stands. At least forty light spots appeared on the stands. Many of them started to condense the complete physical patron saint with their wands.

Draco’s patron saint is a Komodo dragon; Pansy’s patron saint is a fox; Daphne’s patron saint is a cobra; Meredith’s patron saint is a lynx; Astoria Hermione’s patron saint is a peacock; Hermione’s patron saint is an otter; Luna’s patron saint is a hare; Murray’s patron saint is a swan; Penello’s patron saint is a white-tailed harrier; Following the patron saints of these nine entities, the white mist gushes upwards, and countless halos are scattered.

The silver-white dragon suddenly rushed into the place where the dementors were crowded, and hit more than ten dementors in just one impact, and then it vigorously waved its wings, its long dragon tail, and four sharp claws. Shoot one dementor after another. The dragon seems to be the natural enemy of the dementors, coming and going freely, as if not worrying about the threats posed by those terrifying dementors, the dementors were beaten up and down.

The patron saints followed behind the dragon and formed a second wave of impact on the dementors, pushing the dementors' line at least ten feet back. Behind the patron saints is the white mist released by the other little wizards. Their happy mood is not enough to form a physical patron saint, but after a large amount of white mist slowly gathers together, a magical barrier is formed, as if A strong city wall dispelled the fear and cold in an instant.

In the next second, a sweet chirping sound came from the highest point of the castle. A huge silver-white phoenix flew out of the principal's office with its wings flapped. It was Dumbledore's patron saint!

Xie Lin sneered from the bottom of his heart. Our great principal always likes to be so late. He chooses to come on stage with the glory of salvation at the last minute. This time he is probably going to miscalculate!

When the silver-white Phoenix finally arrived on the court, all the dementors had been driven to the edge of the court. Phoenix seemed unwilling to have no chance of performance. He violently caught up with the fleeing dementors and gave them the last one. The impact of the wave, and then awkwardly hovering in the sky for two times, finally dissipated.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly. He was lying in the school hospital.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players were splashed with mud from head to toe, and they were wrapping around his bed, Ron and Hermione were there.

"Digory caught the Golden Snitch!" Fred said, "Just after you fell, he didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he planned to interrupt the game. I want to play a game again."

"But they won fair and upright victory, even Wood admits this." George continued.

Harry was lying on the hospital bed, listening to Fred and George's discussion, he said nothing.

They lost, all because of him. It was the first time he lost in a Quidditch match. About ten minutes later, Ms. Pomfrey came over and told the team members to let Harry rest. The team was gone, and Ms. Pomfrey closed the door behind them. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and stayed.

"I seem to see a lot of dementors?" Harry whispered.

"It's more than a hundred dementors, Harry!" Hermione said in a trembling voice. "I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. I was thinking of terrible things in my head, thanks to Schelling. With his patron saint, everyone wakes up..."

"Okay, Hermione!" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Ron's anger suddenly rushed up somehow, and he shouted, "Schelling's patron saint is useless at all, it was Dumbledore who drove it away. The dementors left because they saw Dumbledore coming from a distance, and they were afraid of his patron saint! To me, this is simply a Slytherin conspiracy, the Malfoy kid There is absolutely no good intentions, think about it, if it weren't for his patron saint, Diggory would have fainted. If that were the case, Gryffindor would not lose."

"What are you talking about, Ron!" Hermione said in surprise. "If it weren't for Schelling's patron saint to catch Harry Harry would not know how much he would suffer from falling from such a height. What's wrong!"

Seeing Hermione's appearance, Ron grew more irritable. There was an inexplicable anger in his heart that wanted to emanate. He was at the Quidditch Stadium, and he also tried to recite the patron saint spell. He only let the wand shine a little light, and it disappeared immediately. Seeing Hermione successfully released the patron saint, he somehow felt hot and very uncomfortable in his heart, as if burned by an emotion called jealousy.

He said loudly, "Hermione, he's a Slytherin! Or Malfoy! His father is a Death Eater! Don't forget, most Death Eaters or Dark Wizards graduated from Slytherin. Ever since After you went to that **** exchange meeting, you seemed to have been brainwashed by them, always saying good things about Malfoy!"

"Okay, can you two quiet me for a while!" Harry whispered.

Ron's voice lowered, and there was an embarrassing silence in the room.

Harry didn't understand what was going on with Ron and Hermione. They didn't care about their physical condition, instead they were discussing whether Schelling's patron saint curse worked. Although he did not have friendship with Xie Lin, he also knew that Xie Lin's patron saint saved him this time so that he would not be seriously injured. He didn't want to speak ill of Xie Lin behind his back.

"Leave the dementors alone, has anyone got my Sweeping Seven Stars?"

"Well, when you fell, it was blown away. Then it hit and hit the beating willow." Hermione said hesitantly, "Professor Flivy just put Take it back." She reached for the schoolbag at her feet, and poured the bottom of the schoolbag upside down. A dozen pieces of wood and fragments of the broom tail fell on the bed. This was the remains of Harry's flying broomstick.

Harry's trio fell silent.