The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 117 In that game, the people in the audience were scheming
"Albus, don't you really plan to do something? If those dementors really appear on the field, it will be a disaster for the little wizards of Hogwarts."

Moody said, holding the crutches with both hands, putting his whole body on the crutches, standing in front of the principal's office, talking to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, nothing to do, Moody. This is our best chance of getting the dementors out of the school, and Sirius and Dewey are no more dangerous than the dementors.

We all know what a dementor is like.

If the dementor had gone mad, he would have killed many, many students.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic has no way to restrain the dementors now, and the problem of dementors can only be solved by ourselves.

It's better to let the problem be exposed under our noses and deal with it under the control of the situation than to completely out of our control, isn't it, Moody. "

Moody was also persuaded by Albus Dumbledore.That's what he thought, otherwise, he would have thought of a way to expel those disgusting dementors.

"It won't hurt Harry Potter, will it?"

Moody asked one more question.

Moody still cared about Harry Potter.Of course, there are some reasons why Harry "defeated" Voldemort, and some reasons are because of the incense.

Moody had known James and Lily, two spirited and lovable young men, when they were still alive.James and Lily were less than 30 years old when they died. They were extremely young, not many years after graduation, joined the Order of the Phoenix, and fought against Death Eaters and Voldemort with him.

At the best age, he fell into the youthful years.

They are all dead.

Only Moody is alive.

Sometimes Moody would think, those comrades have been dead for a long time, but he is still alive, why?
Why is he alive?

Why is he alive?

Moody couldn't forget those wizards who dared to fight by his side, and he couldn't forget the faces of those who died beside him.

Every day he closed his eyes, the ghosts of those people appeared beside him, surrounded him, and questioned him.

Moody had never been afraid of the souls of these comrades.He can hear someone talking to him in his ear every day. When he raises his head, he can see faces appearing one after another on the surrounding walls and in the surrounding air. These faces talk to him, Whispering.

He couldn't hear what these people were saying at all.

Moody couldn't tell more and more whether those who spoke in front of him were real or fake.

He was taking potions, to curb the situation.

It's a pity that the effects of those potions are getting weaker and weaker.

Some powerful potions have strong side effects. Moody is planning to stop taking these potions to prevent himself from making a wrong judgment one day because of the intake of potions.

After taking a sip of the wine in the flagon, he turned and left. After he left, Snape quietly came to the headmaster's office. He never appeared with Mad-Eye Moody.

Mad-Eye Moody has always regretted not throwing him into Azkaban that year, and wants to make up for his small loss in the past.

To be honest, Snape felt a little creepy when he saw Mad-Eye Moody.

It's the feeling of a thief meeting a policeman.

Occupational suppression.

Snape came to see Dumbledore when Mad-Eye Moody left.

"You're investigating the dementors through Moody. Something's wrong with the dementors?"

Snape asked straight to the point, Dumbledore came to Phoenix, looked at the phoenix moaning, he said casually: "Yes, Severus, the dementors should be out of control. "

"Tomorrow's game, isn't it? You plan to detonate this incident, don't you?"

Snape went on to say that everyone is smart, and they can detect a lot of clues from the clues.

After a little investigation, Snape understood what Dumbledore was thinking.

"Yes, Severus, yes."

Dumbledore said in a low voice, and Snape's tone became obviously not kind.

"Are you going to use those students as bait?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, he turned his head and said: "With all due respect, Severus, when did you pay so much attention to these Hogwarts students?
If it was Minerva talking to me like that, I would think it was normal.But Severus, I know, you don't care about these students. "

"Harry Potter!"

Severus spat out Harry Potter's name coldly.

He said with a serious face: "I don't need to care about the rest of the students, but Harry Potter, he is a Quidditch Seeker, and he needs to fly around on a broomstick!

What if on the day of his competition, a dementor appeared and he was affected?
What if he falls off his broomstick?
Dumbledore, can you guarantee his safety?Tell him to survive well? "

Snape was here for Harry Potter, and the rest, to be honest, he didn't really care too much.

Dumbledore nodded and agreed: "It's okay, Severus, I can assure you, Harry Potter, nothing will happen."

"you promise."

Snape muttered to himself, and he looked at Dumbledore, who looked away.

"You'd better, this time, you didn't lie to me."

said Snape.

He turned and left angrily, and Dumbledore was the only one left in the room.

Dumbledore looked at his phoenix and said softly: "I never lie, Fox.

Yeah? "

It's just that what he said last was so light, so light that even he himself didn't hear it.

Dumbledore looked at the Pensieve in a daze, as if he saw that night, the woman surnamed Gaunt sold her family's treasures at a low price, lay on the muddy ground, and died there.

The wind and rain, the heartbreak and grief.

She died in the street in obscurity, in a place where no one knew her, no relatives, no friends.

She is also a Squib.

A dead, Squib.

……

Hogwarts, Tower, Malfoy.

There was blood on the corner of Malfoy's mouth, and he looked like he had been beaten.

The person who beat him had a strong hand.

The fact is also the same. Not long ago, he had a conflict with Flint. Flint, Gore, and Crabbe beat him up together.

But the three of them didn't fare much better.

For the first time, Malfoy felt the charm of fighting. He raised his wand fearlessly, and bravely cast spells at them. He even wanted to try the "excitement" taught to him by Professor Lupine. Unfortunately, Unfortunately, he is not very proficient in this spell.

Gore just frowned, and the fat man felt a slight pain in his heart.

Just a sting, nothing else.

This is not a good thing.

It was here that he broke the rhythm of the duel and was caught and beaten.

There was no light in this room, but it didn't matter, Malfoy stood in the dark, and the lightning that pierced the sky from time to time illuminated his face.

He doesn't need a light either.

He likes the dark.

Under the lightning, a pale, resolute face loomed.

He looked at the dementors in the distance, looked at the Quidditch pitch in the wind and rain, and continued to straighten his arms. He drew out his wand and began to mechanically practice "Excitement".

There is no teacher, no trainee, he will come by himself.

Over and over again!
until learned.

There was no anger or hatred in his heart. For some reason, at this moment, his heart was extraordinarily peaceful.

Like a lake.

Not a breath of breeze.

Not the slightest ripple.

……

seven hours.

Harry didn't sleep well, he was always having nightmares, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about. When he woke up, he only remembered the green light, the woman's scream, It looked like something exploded.

He opened his eyes, and without his glasses, he couldn't see anything.

The sound of wind and rain outside was still loud, he put on his glasses rubbing his hands, and glanced out the window.

It was pouring rain.

The sky is full of dark clouds.

The weather is still terrible.

Listening to the sound of the wind hitting the castle wall, Harry lost sleepiness. It was five o'clock in the morning. He got dressed and went downstairs with his Nimbus 2000. He went to have breakfast without waking Ron up. up.

He didn't cheer up a little until there was food in his stomach.

"Although there is no Professor Lupin," he patted his face and said to himself, "I can do it beautifully!"

Wood sat beside him, frowning, he didn't eat anything, and kept standing beside Potter, telling him the tactics.

Harry didn't listen to any tactics.

Hogwarts is coming, and McNeil has come from afar, and it is said that he has brought news to the beaters who are "recovering" at Hogwarts.

He looked normal—looking at it closely, it was kind of dull.

They came to the auditorium, Harry and others entered.

Hermione came to Harry and cast a spell on his glasses so that he could see clearly in the storm.

"Come on, Harry, you're the best."

Hermione spoke loudly to make sure her voice could reach Harry's ears through the wind and rain.Harry nodded, and Digory came over and patted Harry on the shoulder. He looked very kind and greeted everyone.

Everything is in order.

Dumbledore stood on the high platform, watching all this.

Inside his sleeve was the Elder Wand.

This posture is his fighting posture. Under this posture, he can ensure that he draws out his wand and casts magic in the first time.

Snape stood beside him, and he also put his wand where he could draw it out at any time, and in another pocket of his clothes, it was full of potions.

The same is true for Moody, he didn't shy away from others, and directly took the wand in his hand.

Their dignified atmosphere caused Flitwick, McGonagall and others around them to look sideways.

The students were cheering, and the players started to play. Although the temperature here was very low, the field quickly became hot and became a sea of ​​joy.

'It's time to start. '

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the arena, he set his gaze in the distance, beside the dementors that were floating over silently.

Moody and Snape also grabbed their wands tightly.

They also keep an eye on those evil dark magic creatures.

Dementors are approaching.

Danger is coming.

Harry was on his broomstick, looking for the Snitch, when he heard someone yelling beside him, pointing behind him.

He turned his head and saw Digory lowered his body, leaned over on the broomstick, and was driving forward rapidly. In front of him was a little golden snitch.

Harry hastily turned the "head of the car", but when he turned the head of the car, a black object suddenly crossed the corner of his eye.

He was distracted.

He glanced over there, a big dog, a scary big dog called ominous by the wizard, seemed to be watching him from the empty seat in the distance.

"Harry!"

Just when he lost his mind, someone called his name beside him, and the batter blew the Bludger and yelled loudly at him. Only then did Harry regain his composure, and he looked over there again. It was found that the big black dog disappeared without knowing when.

Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

Harry knew he had no time to think about anything else.

He also lowered his figure and rushed towards the golden snitch.

His speed is very fast, Digory has the upper hand, and he has stamina.

10 minutes into the game, they had already spotted the Golden Snitch!
Two people, start chasing the golden snitch!

Closer, closer, closer!
Diggory leads!He had the first-mover advantage, but the Gryffindor batsman smacked the Bludger alongside Diggory, forcing Diggory to sideways out of the way for a Bludger attack, buying Harry time, Harry accelerated again!
Cheers Gryffindor!

Harry's full attention!

He took his hands off the broomstick, his fingertips almost touching the Snitch.

But at this moment, suddenly, a deadly cold enveloped Harry's body.

Harry had felt it before, on the train, but it had never been so real as it was.

His eyes darkened.

In his mind, that burst of green light had never been so real. In his ears, he vaguely heard a woman's voice.

"No, don't do this, please, please."

"Don't hurt my child."

"Harry Potter."

"No!"

Amidst the ear-piercing screams, a green light broke through the darkness, Harry lay down powerlessly, and fell into the deep darkness!
(End of this chapter)