American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 600: Baobao: With my father by my side, happiness will continue

"Mr. Padraic!"

In the chaos, Hermione pulled Ron's clothes and came to Peter.

In the chaotic scene, the students in the stands fled to avoid the Dementors.

Although Baobao was a little nervous about these dark and faceless monsters, he still took out his "bang bang gun" and was ready to take action if these monsters rushed towards his father.

"I what should we do sir?"

Hermione, with a nervous look on her face, asked Peter.

The teachers in the stands, including Professor McGonagall, had already begun casting magic to drive away the Dementors.

Peter glanced at the nervous Hermione and looked up at the sky.

Loki, who caught the "Golden Snitch", had already avoided the attack of the Dementors and landed on the ground.

"don’t worry."

Peter bent down and touched Hermione's hair.

After confirming that Loki was safe, Peter condensed divine energy in his right hand and released it towards the dark clouds in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

The dazzling silver glow that emits white light all over the sky penetrates the dark clouds like sunlight.

It emitted a powerful, heart-pounding silver light, instantly illuminating the entire sky.

Professor McGonagall, Snape and others looked in the direction of the stands where Peter was in astonishment.

What we saw was Peter releasing silver energy without using his wand.

The energy emitting a powerful glow dispersed the clouds, and hundreds of Dementors wandering in the dark clouds moved and fled out of the stadium after being exposed to the divine energy released by Peter.

"This is.?!"

Looking at the silver glow released by Peter that illuminated the sky in the heavy rain, Hermione opened her mouth in shock.

What kind of magic is this?!

She swore that she had never seen or even heard of such powerful magic.

The entire sky was covered with a silver glow, and the Dementors screamed and fled.

The scene before her in the pouring rain left a deep impression on her.

"Harry should be fine, he didn't even break his glasses."

Harry slowly woke up and faintly heard a noisy sound.

He had no idea what these people were talking about, nor where he was or how he got here.
Now he just felt sore all over, as if he had been beaten by someone.

"I have to say, that was the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life. It was so dark and deep, like a creature from hell."

"Well!"

Harry opened his eyes.

I looked around and found myself lying on a hospital bed.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players, feet covered in dirt, were watching him from the edge of his bed.

Ron, Hermione and Mark were also there. They were all wet, as if they had just climbed out of a swimming pool.

"Harry! Great, you're finally awake!"

Fred saw Harry wake up and called out to him.

He looked a little dirty against the dirt. "How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Harry quickly recalled what had happened before.

Lightning in the sky, ferocious Dementors, the Golden Snitch and Loki.

"What happened?"

Harry sat up and asked, holding his aching forehead.

"You fell down."

Fred said to him, "You fell from a height of fifty feet. If it weren't for Mr. Padrick slowing down your fall and letting you land slowly on the ground, I'm afraid we wouldn't see you here."

"We thought you were dead."

Ron said in a trembling voice.

Harry removed his hand from his forehead.

Was it Mr. Patrick who saved him?

Soon Harry thought of something more serious.

"Did we lose the game?"

"Yes, Loki found the Snitch."

Hermione said to him, "When you fell just now, when he looked back and saw you falling, he wanted to call a timeout and wanted to play again. Of course, no one agreed. The fact is, they won, and they won fairly... Even Wood admitted it."

"Where's Wood?"

Harry asked towards Hermione, who just now realized that he was not here.

“This guy is still in the shower.”

Fred shrugged and said, "I think some people want to drown themselves."

Hearing that Loki had found the Golden Snitch, Harry hid his face in his knees with a heavy heart and grabbed his hair with both hands.

Seeing the other party blaming himself, Mark came over to comfort him, "Harry, this is not your fault. Loki's flying skills have always been great, and he is also proficient in some deceptive magic. It is normal for him to lose."

Hermione listened to what Mark said and couldn't help but complain in her heart: It would be better for you not to comfort me.

"Don't lose heart, Harry. There will surely come a time when you can't catch it."

Fred patted Harry on the shoulder and said to him, "Besides, it's not over yet. We're only a hundred points behind, right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, we'll play Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

Harry felt a little desperate when he heard this.

Ravenclaw is fine, Tom Riddle doesn't play Quidditch.

Slytherin has Raven, a powerful seeker!

"Hufflepuff will lose by at least 200 points." Bell from the team couldn't help but interrupt.

"But if we beat Ravenclaw..."

"Impossible, the Ravenclaw team is very strong, but if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff..."

Harry lay on the bed, listening quietly to the two people arguing.

He didn't say anything and was completely immersed in regret.

Is Loki so powerful?
He certainly could have caught the Snitch, but it seemed he was playing a trick on himself.

Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came in and told the team to leave.

"We'll come back to see you later, Harry."

Fred told him, "Don't blame yourself, Harry, you and Mark are still the best Seekers we've ever seen."

After the team members left, Madam Pomfrey muttered and closed the door unsatisfiedly.

The only people left in the room were Ron, Hermione, and Mark.

After Harry calmed down, he asked the three people, "Mr. Padraic, did he save me?"

"Yes."

There was still uncontrollable excitement in Hermione's voice.

"I have never seen such powerful magic. He used magic to slow down your falling speed. Then, Mr. Patrick released silver-white magic energy towards the Dementors with one hand. The sky was filled with silver light, dispelling all the darkness."

"The Dementors that came into contact with this silver magic fled the gymnasium... He alone drove away more than a hundred Dementors."

Listening to Hermione's description, Harry also showed an incredible expression on his face.

He looked at Mark beside the bed and said, "Thank you, Mark, thank you, father."

"It's okay, as long as you're okay. I'm sure dad won't just stand by and watch you die."

Although Mark is somewhat proud of his father's behavior, he will not show it.

Ron asked Mark curiously: "Mark, have you inherited your father's abilities?"

"No, I am the least talented in my family."

Mark said a little frustratedly: "Ron, my family is the same as yours. Dad has seven children. I have a younger sister, who is Baobao and Wei next to Dad today. I am the least talented among them."

"Well, I think you are not bad in talent."

Ron didn't expect to mention Mark's sad story, and hurried to comfort him.

"Um. Did anyone pick up my broom?"

Harry felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, so he changed the subject and asked everyone.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other immediately after hearing his words.

"this."

"what happened?"

Harry looked at the two of them with a puzzled look.

"Harry, you may not know this...your broom was blown away when you fell."

Hermione said finally hesitantly.

"What happens after that?"

"Then your broom hit the Whomping Willow."

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

The Whomping Willow is a large willow tree outside the school. It has a furious temper and anything that hits it will be beaten by its branches.

However, if you find a way to press the knot on the branch, the Whomping Willow will immediately become still.

"Then?"

Harry had already guessed the answer, but still asked with a hint of anticipation.

"Well, you know the Whomping Willow."

Ron stammered, "It doesn't like people touching it."

"Filch got it back before you woke up."

Hermione beside her whispered.

Slowly she produced a bag at her feet and emptied its contents.

A pile of broken wood fragments fell on the bed.

This is a testimony of one's own defeat.

Looking at the completely damaged broom, Harry's mood suddenly became heavy.

Padraic Farm.

night.

At dinner, Boom asked Peter curiously, "Dad, what is a Dementor?"

"A kind of dark magic creature, without a soul, but able to absorb the souls of others. Those who come into contact with them will gradually lose their happiness and hope, and eventually fall into despair."

Peter put down the food and said to Boom.

Boom Boom nodded and asked him, "How do we defeat them? I mean, kill these magical creatures completely like dad did."

"Dad didn't kill them."

Peter stroked Boom's hair, "Dementors cannot be killed physically. They can only be driven away temporarily and kept at a certain distance from people. Using the Patronus Charm is one of the few ways to help a person resist Dementors."

As he spoke, Peter took out a few chocolates from his other hand like a magic trick.

"Also, chocolate can improve your mood. Dementors can suck away hope and happiness from those around them. For those who have been affected by Dementors, chocolate is the best antidote. Try some chocolate."

Boom Boom happily took the chocolate and said to Peter, "My good mood will definitely not be sucked away by the Dementors, because as long as Dad is by my side, good mood will continue to come."

(End of this chapter)