Chapter 93: The patron saint of the little wizards

The endless darkness completely enveloped the Quidditch venue, and the little wizards silently watched the dementors floating above them, constantly thinking about terrible things in their minds.
They feel depressed, powerless, and fearful, as if the end of the world is the same.
"Call the gods guard!"
Just when everyone was in despair, a slightly tender but incomparable voice rang from the Gryffindor stand.
Like a glimmer of light in the darkness, a silver-white animal suddenly appeared, bringing a unique color and light to this dark white dark world.
The little wizards turned their heads together. They saw a thin boy with a wand against more than a hundred dementors in the sky. The light of the tip of his wand built a solid wall in front of the dementors, like in the dark. The only dawn.
This picture is imprinted on everyone's mind and has not been forgotten for many years.
"It's Avon Mason, that's his patron."
I don't know who shouted. Everyone suddenly remembered that I saw the article against the dementors in the Hogwarts Magic. The "Guardian Curse" is the only spell that can fight the dementors.
The little wizards hurriedly took out their wands and read the spell against the sky.
Like the stars in the night, a silvery white light illuminates in the stands.
Soon, Ai Wen knew how many people were secretly practicing the patron saint, and the whole stands probably lit up more than six hundred silvery lights.
The dense fog of light that everyone sent out was broken into pieces, dispelling fear and cold moments.
In this, many people's wand tips began to condense the complete patron saint.
Percy’s patron saint first rushed out of the fog, which seemed to be a weasel, followed by a dozen of various strange patrons behind it.
Evan saw a lee at the tip of Hermione's wand. It turned around for two laps and flew to the dementors.
Following these complete patron saints, white haze rushed upwards, and countless halos scattered.
Like a support arrow, the light and fog attack the dementors according to the will of the caster.
The Dementors never seem to have encountered this kind of situation. Faced with so many patron saints and a large number of hazes composed of happy emotions, they retreat in horror, originally to the monsters that bring despair and fear to others. Once I felt the taste of fear itself, they instinctively wanted to escape.
In the next second, a sweet scream came from the top of the castle.
This is the voice of Fox, who once heard it in the secret room of the last semester. He looked back and saw a huge silver-white phoenix flying out of the principal's office with wings. It was the patron saint of Dumbledore, a very rare and powerful magical creature patron.
It is quickly approaching the Quidditch pitch with a huge white glow that is dazzling than all the patrons. Under its glory, the dementors who are slow to escape are turning into a smoky smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely disappearing from the world.
The general wizard's bodyguard can only drive the dementors at most, but Dumbledore's phoenix can actually kill the dementors.
It seems that these dementors broke into the castle, making the greatest white wizard in the world really angry.
The next second, along the trajectory of the Phoenix flight, Avon saw that Harry was falling from the sky, and he hurried to the center of the Quidditch venue.
Ron and Hermione snorted and hurriedly followed.
.................................................. ............................
"Fortunately, the ground is so soft."
"I thought he would die, but he didn't even have broken glasses."
Harry heard the whispers of these people, but couldn't understand what they were saying.
He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know how he came here, or what he was doing before he came here.
All he knew was that he was hurt all over himself, as if he had been beaten.
"Fortunately, Avon and his protector, let us wake up from fear and despair!"
"One hundred dementors, this is the most terrible thing I have ever seen in my life."
Yeah, the most terrible, the most terrible thing! Harry remembered, the black shadow of the headscarf, the horrible thing under the headscarf...
Also, the coldness of the body and the screams that keep screaming in my head, what did the man say at the end...
Harry suddenly opened his eyes and he was lying in the school hospital.
The Gryffindor team's Quidditch team was splashed with mud from head to toe and was wrapping around his bed. Ivan, Ron, and Hermione are also watching them, as if they had just climbed up from the pool.
"Harry, Harry! What do you think?" Ron's face looked particularly pale.
"What happened?" Harry's memory flew back quickly. He suddenly sat up and scared a few people in front of him.
"You fell down! It must be, then fifty feet?!" said Ron.
"We thought you were dead!" said Alicia, who stood by, and she looked trembled.
When she heard her, Hermione gave a short, shrill sound, her eyes filled with blood.
"But that game..." said Harry. "What happened? Can we play again?"
No one spoke, and the terrible fact sank into Harry's heart like a stone.
"We didn't... fail?"
"Digori caught the golden snitch!" Fred said. "After you fell, he didn't understand what was going on. When he looked back and saw you fall to the ground, he planned to interrupt this. The game, I want to play again."
"But they won the fair, winning the game, and even Wood admitted this." George followed.
"Where is Wood?" Harry looked around and suddenly noticed that Wood was not there.
"It's still in the rain!" said Fred. "We think he is going to drown himself."
Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with both hands.
"Well, Harry, you used to catch the Golden Snitch," Fred said.
"There will always be a miss," George said. "The game is not over yet!"
"We lost a hundred percent, right? So, if Hufflepuff lost to Ravenclaw, we defeated Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."
"Hufflepuff has to lose at least two percent," George said. "But if they beat Ravenclaw..."
"No way, Ravenclaw is great. But if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff..."
"It depends on the points. No matter who wins or loses, it is a hundred percent."
Harry was lying in the hospital bed, listening to Fred and George's discussion, he did not say a word.
They lost, all because of him. He was the first to lose in the Quidditch match.
About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team members to let Harry rest.
"We will come back to you later." Fred told Harry. "Don't blame yourself, Harry! You are still our best find player."
The team left and left behind a mud. Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them and looked unhappy.
Ai Wen, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and stayed.