Vol 2 Chapter 225: Dementor

Harry flew very fast, but his light wheel 2000 was a little shaky in the wind. He squeezed as hard as he could, turned and rushed into the wind and rain.
Five minutes later, Harry was soaked and frozen, and it was difficult to see his teammates, let alone the little golden snitch.
He galloped across the court, passing vaguely red and yellow figures, not knowing what the game was going on. In the violent wind, he could not hear any comments.
The audience hides under a sea of ​​cloaks and umbrellas that are blown shapelessly by the wind. Harry was nearly hit by the flying broomstick twice. The rain made his vision blurred, and he couldn't see them colliding from the other side.
He doesn't know how long the game has been going on. It is getting harder and harder to keep the flying broomstick straight. The sky is getting darker, as if the night has decided to come early.
Harry nearly hit another player twice, and he didn't know if it was his teammate or the opponent's player.
Now everyone was soaking wet, and the rain was so dense that he couldn't see clearly... Madam Hooch's whistle blew along with the first lightning. Harry could only see Wood's outline in the dense rain curtain, and Wood was behaving to Harry to get him down to the ground. The team splashed water and fell into the mud.
"Are they going to end this?" Hermione asked. She had been staring at Harry. Even with the blessing of magic, Hermione's eyes couldn't catch Harry's trajectory. The weather was too bad. What's more, Harry's eyes were full of cold rain.
"How could it be..." Ron said, "They are only fifty points ahead, but the Golden Snitch has not been caught. If Harry doesn't catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, they may have to fight until the night, perhaps even more. late."
"We should go there," Hermione said, "I have a good idea."
"What?" Ron wondered.
"Waterproof and moisture-proof curse, this is very useful for Harry, the rain seriously hinders his vision." Fanlin said.
Several people ran past quickly, which surprised Harry very much.
"Give me your glasses, Harry!" Hermione said, she must be as fast as possible, it won't be good to be seen.
"what happened?"
"Don't talk so much nonsense, waterproof and moisture-proof curse, this is very helpful for you."
Hermione didn't wait for Harry to take off his glasses. She tapped Harry's temples with her magic wand, and the mist on Harry's glasses disappeared instantly, which made Harry's vision better.
"Of course, there is also a warm-up spell, we can only help you here!" Fanlin said, he added a warm-up spell to Harry, and used his wand to drain the water from Harry's clothes.
This made Harry feel very comfortable.
"If you don't catch the snitch sooner, I think we will stay here till night!" Fanlin said helplessly, "This is terrible."
"You said the same thing as Wood." Harry said.
The help of his friends cheered him up, and his spirit was much better.
"Come on!" Hermione whispered, and the three of them ran back secretly.
The game is still going to continue. Although the vision has become clear, the rain is heavy, and the comfort just disappeared soon. The clothes were wet again by the rain, which made Harry cold again.
He made up his mind again, urging his broomstick through the turbulent airflow, looking for the Golden Snitch in all directions.
In the process, he avoided a wandering ball and sneaked under Diggory. Diggory was running in the opposite direction... There was another thunder, followed by fork lightning. It's getting more and more dangerous.
Harry had to catch the golden snitch quickly-he turned around and wanted to return to the center of the court, but just then, another lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something completely distracting him: The silhouette of a huge black dog covered in shag, which was clearly reflected in the sky, it was sitting in a row of empty seats on the highest level of the stands.
Harry's numb hands slid on the flying broomstick, and his smooth wheel 2000 fell a few feet. He flicked the soaked tassels away from his eyes, then squinted to look at the stand. The dog is gone.
"Harry!" Wood's distressed cry came from Gryffindor's goal. "Harry, behind you!" Harry looked around in panic.
Diggory plunged into the court continuously, and a small golden patch flickered between them in the rainy air...Harry was panicked all over the broomstick, spinning towards the golden thief. "Come on!" he shouted at his smooth wheel. The rain hit his face, "Quick!"
However, something strange happened. There was a timid silence on the stairways around the runway; although the wind was still as strong as before, it had forgotten the roar, as if someone had turned off the wind, as if Harry was suddenly deaf-what happened Up? Then a familiar and terrible cold wave hit him again, inside his body, at this moment he just felt something moving on the court below... Before Harry could think, he moved his eyes away from the golden snitch. Look down.
At least a hundred dementors were standing under them, their faces hidden under the turban facing him. It seemed that frozen water had risen from his chest, cutting his internal organs.
The surrounding rain began to condense into icy ballast, and they fell to the ground extremely fast.
Harry must get out of here quickly. He is driving quickly through the clouds on his broomstick. He looks back from time to time. He wonders if the face under the dementor's turban is the pale face that he has seen before, like a viper.
However, this was obviously not something he should consider. Digory had turned upside down when Harry rushed into the sky. The sky was too dangerous, and being struck by lightning was not a good thing.
Unfortunately, just as Harry was avoiding the dementors, he cut through the clouds and caused a little arc, which made his whole body stiff.
A bolt of lightning swept over his end~EbookFREE.me~ which made him somewhat difficult to control.
He struggled to hold the broomstick, but before he could stabilize it, he just flew out of the clouds and collided head-on with his fear.
He saw the gray-black cloak of the dementor hanging weakly toward the ground, and his head up, which was a mouth.
But Harry felt that it was more like a hole, something unknown was passing, and his body completely lost his intuition as if it had died.
He immediately let go of his hand, and he felt a strong feeling of falling, and the howling wind passed his ears.
"Also... okay... the ground is soft..."
　　
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