Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 211 The Abnormal Patron Saint

Harry had never played a Quidditch match in such dangerous weather.

The surrounding area was gloomy, and the icy rain brought by the strong wind fell on his cheeks like stones, and there were trembling explosions from time to time in the dark sky. It didn't exist, and Harry felt like a flat boat clinging to the boiling tide under a typhoon, which might capsize at any time.

At this moment, a Bludger flew over his head, Harry tightly covered his hands that were about to freeze from the wooden handle, and hurriedly pulled up his broomstick to avoid the incoming Bludger.

"Sorry, Harry!"

A few tens of feet away, the voice should be Fred or George's voice,

"The weather was so bad I didn't see clearly!"

The Weasley brothers apologised, but Harry had no time to reply, because right in front of him, Hufflepuff's captain, Cedric Diggory, roared through the rain,

"It's really not easy, isn't it!"

Cedric Harry smiled friendly, until the person flew past Harry and flew back, the voice came over,
"If the two of us don't fail to catch the Snitch, this match might last until midnight!"

"Wood agrees with you!"

Harry yelled back, but Cedric was too far away to hear him.

Poor visibility combined with howling wind and rain made the game a poor one to watch.

The extremely dim sky dyed the robes of the little wizards of the two teams of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gray. Most of the little wizards crowded together in the stands couldn't tell which one was making the move in the sky. The little wizards of the academy, however, this did not prevent them from cheering and shouting at the top of their lungs, and this is exactly the charm of the sport of Quidditch.

Affected by this cheerful atmosphere, in the center of the stands, Dumbledore, who was rarely out of the country, was always smiling. He didn't mind being drenched in the rain with the little wizards, and gave up more space under the umbrellas to those who kept making nervous calls. Professor McGonagall.

"Harry!"

Suddenly, at the Gryffindor goal, the flailing Wood attracted the attention of the audience. Under his reminder, everyone saw a golden flash somewhere between Harry and Cedric.

The enthusiastic atmosphere was completely burned at this moment, and the sudden burst of shouts even caused the slanting rain to shift.

In the short time that followed, many things happened simultaneously.

With only one hand left to maintain his balance, Neville was knocked off the wand in his pocket by Hermione who stood up suddenly, and Professor McGonagall, who was too nervous, fished out Dumbledore's right hand. , at the top of the stands, a big black dog curled up behind the wooden pillars under the ceiling suddenly stood up, it seemed to want to escape, but the fear that was almost bound in the soul made its limbs tremble, an uneasy Be careful to fall from the high platform into the already watery mud.

The pain from the internal organs caused him to get rid of the stiffness a little bit, and it stepped forward without hesitation to escape, but before that, it saw a small black stick floating not far from him.
The world fell into dead silence, a ball of deep black ink passed from the big iron gate of the school gate at an astonishing speed, soaking the world with rainwater as a medium, and the chill of rotting body and bone was spread wantonly in silence.

Time seemed to stand still, and in the blink of an eye, the joyful expressions on the faces of the little wizards who seemed to be under the group petrification spell froze. Looking at Harry's body that fell powerlessly from mid-air, Ron and Hermione looked desperate.

Dumbledore's blue pupils showed cold anger. The priority of driving the dementors and saving Potter lingered in his mind for a moment, and he made a decision in an instant. He shook his right hand and wanted to pop his sleeve The wand in his hand, but when he did so, he found that his arm was pinched by Professor McGonagall and he couldn't move it.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. When there was no time left, he stretched out his left hand and pointed his slender index finger at Harry. Harry quickly slowed down his fall.

And when he was about to take back his right hand again to drive away the dementors who were trying to get close to Harry, on the third floor of the castle, a surge of magic power like magma made Dumbledore's body stop, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

The roar of Amosta blasting the window of his office was the only sound in this voiceless world.

The sudden burst of magic power made the rain curtain shake, and a white light like a wave crest exploded from the window sash of the office door. After expanding, it rolled and hit, and the countless raindrops frozen in mid-air were instantly emptied, and the world was completely unknown!
Staring at the dozens of dementors lingering in mid-air, Amosta's expression was calm, but his eyes were like cold electricity. He lifted his robe, stepped directly from the blown window, and instantly passed by in the form of a shadow. A distance of one mile, standing on the tall ring of the Quidditch pitch!
Click!

A blue-purple lightning pierced through the void and smashed towards the muddy ground. In the stormy world, the dazzling thunder light reflected Amosta's stern profile. This scene will be unforgettable for all the teachers and students present situation!

"What does Professor Blaine want to do?!"

The little wizards of the Hufflepuff team were still floating in the air with blank faces, while the Weasley brothers of the Gryffindor team had already rushed down to check Harry's condition. Min and Ron also stopped in their tracks. They looked up at the cue standing on top of the thunder. Against the background of the thunder, Professor Brian was like a god. He was inexplicably shocked and at the same time couldn't restrain the confusion in his heart.

"Put them back where they belong, Amostar."

In the stands, Dumbledore's old voice with the same cold expression was amplified by magic, and it was extremely loud.

Amosta nodded slightly, he raised his head, and stared coldly at the dozens of dementors above his head who were clinging to the pile like black gods of death. The torrents rushed out like a rushing river, and in an instant, in the gloomy world, a bright moon rose slowly!
pat-
"What the hell"

Staring at the silver creature that filled the sky, its huge body was like a winding mountain range, and surrounded the entire Quidditch field, Fred softened his hands and threw the broom directly into the mud. language,

"what."

puff--
Hermione's weak legs could no longer support her body. She knelt in the mud, her body trembling with fear. Ron beside her wanted to help her, but he couldn't help her with the same trembling legs. Make a bending motion.

call!
The giant snake flapped its white wings and sprinkled billions of strands of silver mist on the ground, saving the little wizards from the influence of the dementors, but it didn't make the atmosphere happy again.

After the patron saint of Amosta appeared, the Quidditch field fell into a more complete depression. Every little wizard who stared at the shadow that covered the sky felt the oppression from the soul when he looked directly at the god. The feeling brought everyone to the brink of collapse!

"how"

Snape in the stands said in a raving voice,

"Getting So Big"

"Have you met the Patronus of Amostar, Severus?"

Dumbledore, who also felt the slightest sense of oppression, withdrew his solemn gaze and asked solemnly.

Snape's lips twitched, under the pressure of Dumbledore's gaze, he hesitated,
"I gave him some guidance, when Amostar was learning the Patronus Charm, but...the creature's size looked normal at that time."

"What the hell is this, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall covered his heart and said weakly, "Patron Saint, is this the Patron Saint?"

"It's the Teng Snake, Professor, a magical creature from the East that has been extinct for a long time!"

Hagrid resolved the doubts of everyone present with a trembling voice.

On the cue, Amosta, who released such an amazing patron saint, also frowned. . .



(End of this chapter)