Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 184 The God of Fire Leads the Way! (12000 words)
Harry was still a little hesitant. If he asked Pappy this question... wasn't it a little inappropriate?
After all, Papi is just a girl. Can she understand this complicated relationship?
Seeing Harry hesitate, Pappy came closer.

She sniffed and rubbed Harry's clothes, and banged her head twice: "Oh, if you have anything you are embarrassed to say, just tell me directly--"

"Ahem." Harry also raised his head and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he whispered to Pappy, "Um, Pappy, I have a friend..."

"Oh, you have a friend." Pappy nodded rapidly.

"Well, my friend, the situation is a little complicated." Harry organized his words, trying to make his words less flawed: "Several girls gave up everything for him, so now he is struggling in his heart, and he is wondering which one is better."

Pappy looked up at Harry suspiciously.

Several girls gave up everything for him...

"Are you the friend you are talking about?" Pappy asked suspiciously.

"No, how could that be?" Harry quickly shook his hands to deny it.

Pappy leaned back, squinted his eyes, looked Harry up and down, and said, "I think so... So, what do you think? Which one do you think he likes, your... oh, your friend?"

"I do not know either."

Harry felt something was wrong after he finished speaking, and quickly added: "Oh, my friend doesn't know either."

As he spoke, Harry rested his hands on his cheeks, thinking absentmindedly about which one was better.

"Okay." Pappy shook his head and said, "So do you like Vivi more or Cassandra more?"

"It's all good, Vivi..."

Halfway through his speech, Harry realized something was wrong.

When he looked up, he found a cunning gleam in Pappy's eyes.

"Hehe, you finally admitted it, right?" Pappy shook his head and said, "It seems there is only one truth! The friend you were talking about is you, so admit it!"

"Okay, okay." Harry raised his hands and said, "I admit it... What do you think, what should I do?"

Pappy lowered his head and rubbed Harry's face with his head: "What do you think?"

"The problem is, no matter which one I choose, it will hurt the other person... Just think about it, if I choose Vivi, Cassandra will definitely be very sad." Harry lay next to Pabbie, with his hands behind his head. "Cassandra even gave up everything for me and came to a hundred years later... She only has one year to live, and she needs the energy from my Philosopher's Stone to live safely..."

"So you want to choose her?" Pabbie asked with twinkling eyes.

"Choose her?" Harry thought for a moment and shook his head. "The same goes for Vivi. I have no doubt that if I make this choice, what will happen to Vivi... Oh my god, it's a bit scary. I don't dare to think about it anymore."

Pappy chewed on the corner of Harry's clothes and said again: "Actually, you have another choice..."

"What is it?" Harry asked interestedly.

"Middle of the road," said Pappy.

"The middle route?" Harry turned his head and said, "Choose someone else? Oh, you mean I don't choose either of them, but someone else? Do you think I can withstand their anger at that time?"

Pabbie thought about it and felt that Harry was right.

But that wasn't what she meant.

"No, I mean..." Pappy raised his head: "Don't do multiple-choice questions."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at Pappy, only to find that the inexplicable meaning in Pappy's eyes was even more obvious.

"Shouldn't you..."

Harry thought of a possibility, a possibility he had thought of before and considered shameful.

He raised a finger, slightly shocked: "You didn't mean...?"

Pabbie nodded firmly.

"You really are..." Harry covered his mouth and looked up at the sky.

Oh my god, all of them...

He found it exciting just by thinking about it - but it was indeed the most appropriate choice.

They both gave up everything for him, and giving up either one of them would cause them immeasurable harm.

Then the problem is coming...

Both Vivi and Cassandra are extremely proud girls.

Harry felt that he still had a long way to go before the two of them could put aside their differences and develop together.

"This is a really good idea, Pappy." Harry reached out and pulled Pappy over, and gave her a hard smack on the forehead: "It's really great--"

"Really?" Pappy wagged his tail happily. "I think that's great too. This way no one will get hurt..."

"No, I think I might be the one who gets hurt in the end." Harry said firmly: "Just think about it, if they knew what I'm thinking now..."

Pabbie thought about it and shuddered subconsciously.

Oh my god, the anger of these two people...

"I think you should learn a few more defensive spells, or healing spells." Pabbie said to Harry seriously, "At least this way, you won't be beaten to death by them in one go."

Harry thought about Pappy's description for just a second, then sat up.

Oh my god, that's horrible.

It looks like this road will take quite some time.

"Come on, Harry." Pappy said to him, "You shouldn't doubt yourself. Listen to me. You can do it."

"Really?" Harry still felt a little guilty.

"Oh my God, Harry." Pappy sighed, "You should understand one thing. The women who are willing to give up everything and come to find you a hundred years later must love you to the core... So what you need to do most now is to face the facts! You are not the penniless little Muggle wizard who just entered the school a hundred years ago. Now you are a pure-blood wizard, and you are also the savior of the wizarding world! Of course you are worthy of both of them!"

"Yeah." Harry nodded repeatedly. He was confused as to what was going on, but after being enlightened by the sober bystander, he immediately found his true heart.

Harry is a greedy boy, that's fine, it's just instinct to want it all.

What's more, what Papi said makes sense. If he chooses one of them and gives up the other, he would be a scumbag no matter what he does - rather than letting one of them get hurt, it is better for him to bear it all by himself.

Harry was miserable, he could only get beaten up by the two women, but what did he get in return?

He recalled the scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised when he was in first grade.

Perhaps at that time, he had already thought about this kind of thing - no, not just thought about it, but it was his inner desire.

Vivi, who was eager to knit a sweater, and Cassandra, who was standing behind her mother.

"Thank you, Pappy!" Harry patted Pappy's head and said, "I know what I'm going to do now -"

"You know nothing!" Pappy butted his head against Harry and said, "I think what you need to do most now is to quickly improve your strength, at least to be able to defeat the two of them together!"

"Okay." Harry said seriously. He also felt that he should practice the spell well - at least like Pappy said, to be able to defeat the combination of Cassandra and Vivi.

Otherwise, he would be beaten to his knees by these two women and dragged back...

After Harry left, Pabbie lay on his side on the grass by the Black Lake, lying there straight like a salted fish.

There was no movement for a long time.

When Harry turned his head to look over there, he happened to see Pappy lying on the grass.

"Pappy!" he shouted.

Hearing Harry's call, Pabbie raised his head lazily.

"I thought you..."

Harry felt that this was not auspicious, so he shouted again: "Okay, lie down -"

Pappy lay back down on the grass, still muttering to himself.

Ugh……

When will I be able to regain my human form?

In her unicorn form, she ultimately cannot have the right to freely pursue love.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the end of September.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course has become a favorite course for most students. Even Slytherins love this course very much.

Of course, there are also some characters who are not so sociable, such as our beloved Professor Severus Snape, who has a deep grudge against Lupin.

The story of the Boggart turning into Snape and Neville dressing it in his grandmother's clothes spread quickly around the school.

Snape didn't seem to find this funny. When he mentioned Professor Lupin's name, a threatening light flashed in his eyes - it was as if he wanted to catch Lupin and throw him into a crucible to make potion.

Of course, in addition to Lupin, there were also people who suffered direct fatal blows from Snape, such as Neville, the person primarily responsible for the cross-dressing incident. He was severely deducted 50 or 60 points by Snape in the Potions class because of his weak spot - and it seemed that he had no intention of stopping.

"It seems that the old Bat was never able to come to terms with his female-dressed Boggart after all."

This was how Ron commented to Neville in the dormitory. He had learned his lesson now and tried not to criticize Snape in public. If he had to say a few words, he would do so in the dormitory - he didn't think Snape would come to the dormitory to deduct his points.

Neville was not unhappy about being targeted by Snape. On the contrary, he seemed to have become a celebrity in Gryffindor.

It was a great feat to make Snape embarrass himself by wearing women's clothes. Even Percy, the head boy union president, did not criticize Neville for the first time.

As the president of the student union, Percy would not approve of Neville's behavior, but not criticizing him was already the greatest affirmation.

There was also a small incident during this period - Cassandra Malfoy, a sixth-year student, refused to attend the Divination class because Professor Sybill Trelawney openly said in the classroom that she had no talent for Divination and would be more suitable to find something else to do.

After Cassandra left the Divination classroom, Professor Trelawney was still asking the students - did I say anything?

On September 30th, when the third graders went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they were surprised to find that Professor Lupin, who was always punctual, did not show up in the classroom today.

Just when everyone was curious, suddenly, the door of the classroom was opened with a bang, and Professor Snape walked into the classroom with big strides, his robes puffed out.

As he walked, he flicked his wand and closed the shutters tightly.

When he reached the edge of the podium, Professor Snape turned around quickly and without any hesitation.

"Turn to page 394—" he drawled.

"Professor, where did Professor Lupin go?" Harry asked curiously.

Seeing that the person asking the question was Harry, Snape did not deduct points for the fact that he received a basilisk slough last Christmas. Instead, he slowly replied, "He said that he was too sick to attend class today, so he asked me to take his place in a class. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Pott?"

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked again.

Professor Snape showed an impatient look, and his black eyes shone.

"There is no danger to life. You can rest assured, Mr. Pott."

He said this with a 'I hope so' look on his face.

"But he didn't leave me his teaching schedule, so I can only teach you according to my own ideas." Snape paused here, "I declare again, turn to page 394!"

After saying that, he waved his wand and turned the book of Ron, who was standing in a daze, to page 394.

Ron was startled and he clearly made a move to jump up on the stool.

He lowered his head and looked at the book, then exclaimed in surprise: "Werewolf?"

"But, sir, we've already learned about Boggarts, Red Caps, Cabba and Grindylows," said Hermione quickly, puzzled. "We were just about to start -"

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I didn't ask you, I just commented on Professor Lupin's lack of organization in teaching... You are easy to satisfy, and Lupin hardly makes any high demands on you - I think the first year should be able to deal with red hats and grindylows, so today we are going to discuss -"

As he said this, Snape smiled with a toothache-like smile and looked at Neville with a targeted, threatening look.

Neville shuddered, knowing that Snape had his eyes on him.

"Discuss how to deal with werewolves." Professor Snape said, "This is what you should learn most at this stage, isn't it?"

All the students in the classroom put on masks of pain. Even the Slytherin students would not like Professor Snape's class.

Although Professor Snape would not deduct points from Slytherin, his venom was always impartial, like now.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Snape suddenly roared, "If you had been paying attention, you would have heard me just now telling you to turn to page 394!"

Draco was frightened and quickly flipped through the textbook until he came to the page that Professor Snape mentioned.

"So... who of you can tell me the definition of a werewolf, and how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?" Snape said again.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one wanted to answer Snape's question - not even Hermione.

She had long known about Snape's unfair treatment. Even if she was attacked equally by Snape, Hermione was unwilling to bear Snape's venom alone, as it would drive her crazy.

Who would have thought that now that no one answered, Professor Snape became even more unhappy.

"Mr. Longbottom!" He suddenly called out, "Tell me what you want to say!"

Neville stood up tremblingly and said tremblingly: "I...I'm sorry, Professor, I...I don't know!"

Professor Snape took a deep breath.

He nodded and growled, "Okay, okay, okay... I never thought I would encounter a third-year student who couldn't identify a werewolf. I'm going to make a note of this and tell Professor Dumbledore how behind the times you are in teaching and how incompetent Lupin is - Longbottom! Gryffindor will lose ten points because of you!"

Now everyone has confirmed that Professor Snape definitely has a big grudge against Professor Lupin.

Maybe it was because of the cross-dressing incident in the previous classes?
But no one intended to stand up for Neville. After all, Neville was the main person responsible for Professor Snape's cross-dressing incident, because he was the one who read out the word "funny".

But only Harry noticed that something was wrong. If it was just this, Snape probably wouldn't have been so ruthless... Maybe there was some other hidden secret between them?
He raised his hand, ready to answer Professor Snape's question.

"Potter." Snape grinned. He seemed happy to see Harry raise his hand to answer the question - no, just this question. "You answer it."

"A werewolf, sometimes referred to as a lycanthrope, is a human who is able to transform into a wolf when the full moon rises. This condition is caused by a lycanthropy infection. Although a werewolf is able to appear in wolf form, they are still different from ordinary wolves."

"Werewolves cannot choose whether to transform or not, and will forget their identity after transformation, and will even find the right opportunity to kill their best friends. Despite this, they can still recall everything they experienced during the entire transformation process after turning back into human form."

At this point, Harry continued to talk about the differences: "Compared to ordinary wolves, werewolves in animal form have shorter muzzles and smaller pupils, and look closer to humans - in addition, the hair on the werewolf's tail will be tufted, and it will attack humans unconsciously."

"When they are not transformed, they look like ordinary people, but they will appear older and paler as the full moon approaches."

Hearing this, Professor Snape began to applaud Harry.

No one expected that Snape would actually applaud Harry - he clearly wanted to tear Harry's face apart.

"That's very well said, Pott."

Professor Snape said this in a sarcastic tone, with the corners of his lips almost curled up to form the brand logo of Nike, a sports brand in the Muggle world.

"I am very pleased that you have made such great progress in your studies, but I also want to remind you that you'd better keep your eyes open - maybe the werewolf is among you."

"Why do you say that, Professor?" Harry asked curiously.

Snape seemed to be very patient about this matter. He explained to Harry leisurely, "I just hope you can be extremely careful in dealing with everything. If you want to make progress in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you not only need to have a keen insight, but also a suspicion of everything. "

"I see!" Harry stood up again, drew out his wand and pointed it at Snape: "For example, I should have suspected now...that you are a werewolf!"

Snape's face suddenly fell.

"Gryffindor will be deducted ten points for your rude remarks! Pott!"

He almost growled.

"You made me doubt everything, Professor." Harry looked at Snape with difficulty: "I really doubt it, and you are unhappy again..."

"Another ten points deducted from Gryffindor!" Snape said coldly, "Because Mr. Pott talked back to the professor in class!"

Harry shut his mouth wisely. He could no longer control his hands and wanted to use some spell on Snape, such as hanging him up to wash his mouth.

When the get out of class was over, everyone was still enthusiastically discussing what had just happened in class.

"Oh my god, this old... professor." Ron swallowed the word "bat" and said, "Why is he targeting Professor Lupin? Is it because of the Boggart incident?"

"He's such a petty person," Hermione said in a daze. "Oh my God, even if he was angry, he shouldn't have attacked Professor Lupin in that regard, right? I mean - he said Professor Lupin was incompetent and even wanted him to lose his job... But I saw that Professor Lupin's living conditions must not be very good. His clothes were patched and even the hem of his robe was a little curled."

"Who says it's not?" Ron shrugged. "But if I were you, I would go back to the common room and talk about it - you forget that I have a special physique. As long as I say something bad about that old... professor, he will appear behind me."

"Very self-aware, Weasley."

Snape's voice came from behind him.

Ron turned his head tremblingly and met Snape's dark eyes.

"Since this is not in class, I won't give you extra points." Snape sneered, and he looked at Hermione again: "Silly girl - if everything is as simple as you see on the surface, maybe you should be in the seventh grade as soon as you enter school, right? Miss Know-it-all?"

After saying this, Professor Snape fluttered his robes and left quickly in a very impressive manner.

"I think you're right, Ron." Hermione said with lingering fear: "God, not being deducted points is really...unexpected."

"And mine," said Ron, nodding his head.

October 2nd was a sunny weekend, and Vivi seemed to want to enjoy the vacation, so she returned to school from the Muggle world.

She found Harry and called him out, planning to sit by the Black Lake while the weather was nice and sunny.

When they were halfway there, they saw Cassandra walking in from outside the auditorium.

"Hey, Cassandra." Harry took the initiative to greet her, "Would you like to sit with us by the Black Lake?"

"No, I'd better not disturb your world of two." Cassandra snorted.

Just as they were about to leave, Harry took the initiative to say to him, "Let's go. I remember the last time I replenished my life energy was at the beginning of last month. It should be time to replenish energy now, right?"

Cassandra, who was a little reluctant at first, walked down the stairs Harry dug out for her, nodded and said, "Well, if you insist - with this magic-depleted thieving cat?"

"Saves time," Harry said simply.

"You are really... greedy." Cassandra snorted coldly, raised her chin and said, "Let's go, you two lead the way!"

Just as Vivi was about to say something, she heard Harry whisper, "Vivi..."

"Okay." Vivi nodded and accepted Harry's request.

She understood that Harry didn't want her and Cassandra to quarrel, so as not to drive the other away.

Of course, Vivi had no objection. After all, Cassandra and Harry were childhood sweethearts, and Harry was the little golden pig that Cassandra had personally trained.

I can't force Harry not to extend Cassandra's life, right? What if Harry gets mad at me for it?
The three of them walked to the shore of Black Lake, two in front and one behind. Harry sat on the grass first, followed by Vivi. She hugged Harry's arm and leaned against his right side with satisfaction.

"Cassandra." Harry reached out and patted his left side. "What are you still standing there for?"

"Ah……"

Cassandra looked at Harry with disdain, but still sat down obediently. She had expected the thieving cat to make some sarcastic remarks, but she never expected that she would say nothing.

"I can't believe Grindelwald would allow me to touch her little boyfriend." She continued to speak unforgivingly.

"Yeah, we can't just watch some people die, right?" Vivi said with a smile, agreeing with Cassandra's word 'little boyfriend'.

"Ahem, don't get me wrong, Cassandra." Harry tried to explain palely, and balanced himself a little: "Weiwei and I are not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship..."

After saying this, Harry felt a little cold.

"Oh, is it?"

Cassandra's tone suddenly became cheerful because she noticed Vivi's unhappiness.

She reached out and grasped Harry's arm.

An eerie silence fell between the three of them. No one spoke, and they all stared ahead with wide eyes.

"Lie down for a while."

Harry fell back onto the grass, the sweet smell of earth filling his nostrils.

Cassandra was caught off guard by his sudden attack and fell to the ground.

"Look." Harry suddenly pointed at a white cloud in the sky and said, "Does that cloud look like... Hogwarts Castle?"

He admitted that he was just making small talk, because the cloud didn't look like a castle at all, it looked like nothing at all.

"Yeah." Weiwei responded with a nasal tone, and it was obvious that she was not looking at Yun seriously.

Cassandra didn't respond, her brain was a little offline.

However, all this was seen by a big black dog not far away.

Tears as big as beans flowed from his eyes. He stuck his head on the ground, humming and constantly dislodging the soil.

Fork! Prongs! Lily!

I'm sorry for you guys!!!
Harry him!
Harry has more than one Slytherin woman! He has two!!!

I'm sorry, Prongs!
I shouldn't evade my responsibility in Azkaban! I should accompany Harry to grow up!
This way, he won't be deceived by these bad women!

Thinking of this, Sirius decided to do something.

He suddenly jumped out and roared madly at the three figures.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

Even if you don't understand dog language, anyone who hears the sound will know that he is cursing very dirty.

Vivi and Cassandra suddenly woke up, and when they turned around, they saw a big black dog as strong as a bear cub growling at them.

"Is there something wrong with this dog?" Vivi was confused. Last time, it was this black dog that ruined everything.

However, when she pulled the wand out of her arms, the dog woofed and turned around and ran away, not giving her any chance to cast the spell.

Don’t let me see you next time, Vivi thought viciously in her heart.

With the black dog causing trouble, they no longer had the heart to stay by the Black Lake.

Cassandra let go of Harry's hand, spread her hands and said, "Let's go back. I still have some homework to do."

"Is it the homework for the Divination class?" Weiwei said deliberately: "Oh, I heard that Professor Trelawney said that some people's souls are dry and they have no talent for divination at all..."

Hearing this, a small vein popped up on Cassandra's forehead.

This was really one of her pains, because a hundred years ago, the prophet Cassandra Trelawney had made this assertion to her, and she even soaked a letter with tears because of it.

It should be said that this is her dark history.

"Oh, it's better than some people who have the talent for divination but can't see what happens to their friends." Cassandra retorted: "Sometimes I really doubt whether she did it on purpose, otherwise why would she hide this part?"

The two women stared at each other without giving in, and crackling sparks flashed again.

"I also think we should go back!" Harry quickly came to the rescue, "Let's have dinner together tonight, in the Great Hall..."

"With Grindelwald?" Cassandra said with a half-smile, "Forget it - I have other things to do today, so let's do it another day."

After saying that, Cassandra leisurely left the Black Lake.

After Cassandra left, Vivi looked at her back suspiciously, then at Harry.

Something is wrong, very wrong!
"Why do I feel like you don't have any good intentions?" Vivi asked Harry with narrowed eyes.

"How is that possible!" Harry looked towards the castle and didn't even look at Vivi.

He was still thinking to himself, it's time to practice Occlumency!
In fact, he had wanted to practice it a hundred years ago, but Cassandra and Vivi always found excuses not to teach him, and Omnis and Sebastian didn't know the spell, so Harry never learned it.

Thinking of Omnis, Harry thought of the plan he had discussed with Dumbledore before...

It is not known whether he got Bellatrix Lestrange's hair.

October 9th is the day of the Quidditch match.

It rained that day, but it wasn't heavy for the time being, so the competition went on as usual.

But for some reason, the weather was a bit cold.

"Have some hot soup, Harry." Hermione said, holding a bowl of cream of mushroom soup. "Eating some high-calorie foods will help you resist the cold effectively."

"Yeah, mate." Ron also chimed in, "Listen to Hermione and drink something - you can't just not eat anything, can you?"

Harry grabbed a few slices of baguette from the side, soaked them in cream of mushroom soup for a while, then picked them up and ate them with relish.

"Eat more, eat more." Hermione said with relief.

Harry had been feeling a little low in energy, but after eating these things, he felt much more energetic.

At this moment, Gryffindor Quidditch players also walked into the hall.

"This game will be very intense. I overheard Hufflepuff's pre-war declaration." Wood said, "Oh my God, I can't eat anything now..."

"Don't worry, Oliver," Alicia Spinnet said to him soothingly. "We don't mind a little rain, and we've got Harry as our magic weapon."

"You're right." Captain Wood seemed to be encouraged, and nodded to Arya with a smile. "I think I should learn from Harry and eat something hot. After all, the weather outside is a bit cold - we don't care about a little rain at all!"

But when they walked out of the auditorium, they realized that it was more than just a little rain.

Quidditch was an extremely popular sport in the wizarding world, so the entire school was out in force as usual to watch the match, running across the lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads down to protect themselves from the strong wind as their umbrellas were blown from their hands halfway.

The team members all changed into scarlet robes and stood at the entrance waiting for Captain Wood's speech.

As usual, he would give a speech before the game started.

"Boys!" Wood shouted.

"And the girls," Angelina added.

"Yes, and the girls," said Wood. "It's just a little rain, but it won't stop us - of course, this is also my last year playing Quidditch, so I hope we can have a perfect ending."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew into Wood's mouth, causing him to choke on a large mouthful of cold air.

He regurgitated his stomach and let out a long burp.

"Oh my god, it's just a little rain." The Weasley twins gloated: "Little, rain."

"Shut up, you two clones!" Angelina said viciously, "Wake up! If I find out that you're taking advantage of the heavy rain to slack off, you'll be in trouble!"

The twins made faces at Angelina.

There was an unclear voice in the distance, but it was still vaguely distinguishable. It was Madam Hooch's voice urging them to enter.

"Let's go." Wood said to them, "Come on, let's win this game."

"Kick Hufflepuff's ass hard!" Fred next to him cheered.

They followed Wood to the center of the Quidditch field.

It should be said that the Quidditch field really needs to be cleaned up. When Harry walked on the field, he even felt his feet sinking into the mud.

"Ew!" Arya complained. "This is just a swamp."

"Are you expecting it to be a sunny day?" Wood said on the sidelines.

The sound of rain was loud, blending with the thunder to create an interwoven melody on the Quidditch field.

With such noise, even if the audience around them shouted something, they would not be able to hear anything.

The raindrops hit Harry's glasses, blurring his vision.

He reached up and tapped his glasses.

"Waterproof and moisture-resistant."

Harry chanted a spell, and his glasses dried instantly as if they were in a dryer. Even the rain falling on them could not wet them at all.

The Hufflepuffs came towards them from across the field, wearing canary yellow robes.

The captains of both teams came forward and shook hands. Cedric smiled at Wood, and Wood smiled back without showing his teeth, so as not to have another gust of wind poured into his mouth.

When everyone was in place, Madam Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard. A sharp whistle sounded that sounded like it came from far away - the game had begun!

Harry rode fast, but his Nimbus 2000 was a little shaky in the wind. He held on tight as best he could, turned and rushed out into the wind and rain.

After a few minutes, Harry felt that he was soaked all over. He was a little annoyed that he only remembered to cast the spell on his glasses but forgot about his clothes.

Fortunately, he followed Hermione's advice and ate a little more, which prevented him from feeling too cold.

He quietly touched his clothes and chanted the waterproof spell again, which made him feel better - otherwise, being wet all over would be too uncomfortable.

However, in the pouring rain, even though his glasses were waterproof and moisture-proof, it was difficult to see the players, let alone the little golden snitch.

Fortunately, the Gryffindor players were all in a conspicuous red color, which allowed him to barely distinguish who were his teammates and who were his opponents.

Harry galloped across the field, flying up and down past blurry red and yellow figures. In the strong wind, he could not hear the cheers around him.

The audience was hidden beneath a sea of ​​cloaks and windblown umbrellas, but their enthusiasm could not be concealed.

Whenever Harry and other team members passed around the venue, they could always hear a burst of warm cheers from the audience.

For this competition, Cassandra and Vivi also came to the seats for the first time. The two of them used magic to create a dry shelter from the wind and rain. One of them was able to bring her good nephew with her, and the other brought Miss Farley with her.

"Guess who's going to win?" Miss Farley said loudly to Vivi.

"I think it's Harry!" Vivi said confidently.

However, it wasn't long before Madam Hooch's whistle sounded.

Harry thought the game was over, but it looked like it wasn't, and he landed and heard Wood say, "I called a timeout, boys - and girls ..."

At this point he saw Harry's drying clothes.

"Let me cast a few spells on you," Harry said to them before Wood could ask, and he patted their shoulders and cast a waterproofing spell on them one by one.

"It's a very good spell, and it can even be cast without a wand." Wood praised: "Oh my God, you really give me a lot of surprises."

"What's the score now?" Harry asked.

"We are leading by 50 points, but you have to catch the Snitch as soon as possible." Wood patted Harry's shoulder and said firmly: "Don't worry, Harry, we won't hold you back. You only need to worry about the Snitch, understand?"

"Okay." Harry nodded.

Soon, the game resumed.

Harry kicked his broom and flew high into the sky.

Facing the cold wind blowing hard on his face, Harry carefully looked around for the Bludger, but at this moment, there was another clap of thunder, followed by a forked bolt of lightning that almost hit Harry.

If Harry hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been struck by the lightning.

As Harry dodged the next bolt of lightning, he leaned to the side and saw an unusual scene.

Pappy, dressed in white, was standing in a row of empty seats at the top of the stands. She was running towards Harry and cheering for him.

Next to Pappy was a sturdy black dog. Harry always felt that this black dog was... a little unusual.

But he didn't care. Instead, he stretched out his hand and waved at Papi.

Pappy dressed up even more happily. She jumped up and down happily, but then she cried "Ouch" and fell from the stands.

Harry nearly fell off his broomstick laughing at this.

"Harry!"

Wood's voice came from the other side of the goal. Harry turned around and saw Wood pointing anxiously to his side.

"Don't look over there! Digory just walked past you, I think he must have seen something!"

Harry quickly urged the broom and searched carefully for Cedric.

Cedric was just above him, seemingly chasing something.

Harry knew that he was a Seeker - and what he was chasing must be the Golden Snitch!

Thinking of this, Harry hurriedly chased after him.

However, before they had caught up for long, a light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck straight down.

Harry saw Cedric, who was stretching his arm as if to reach something, was struck by the lightning and fell down like a kite with a broken string.

"Cedric!" Harry shouted, throwing a speed-reducing spell at him.

With the help of Harry's spell, Cedric's falling speed slowed down, and he floated down lightly like a feather.

However, at this moment, Harry suddenly found that there was silence all around him.

The sound of wind, rain, and cheers from the stands all stopped abruptly.

However, Harry could clearly feel the wind cutting his cheeks and the rain hitting his face and body.

The current situation is as strange as if he had lost his hearing.

What happened?
Harry's heart tightened, and he intuitively felt a very ominous premonition rising from his heart.

Another terrible cold wave hit, and even Harry, who was protected by the spell, felt extremely cold.

What's going on? he thought to himself.

However, he didn't have much time to think, as the Golden Snitch suddenly appeared in front of him.

Harry reached forward and the Snitch fluttered away, continuing upward.

He continued to fly after the golden snitch, and as he flew over a cloud, he saw the golden snitch was right in front of him.

Closer, closer.

Harry flew over a rain cloud and saw the Golden Snitch at hand, and a cloud in the sky that looked like a big dog.

His heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... ominous?
Thinking of this, Harry quickly caught the Golden Snitch.

He wanted to leave here with the broom, but something he didn't expect happened.

A Dementor suddenly appeared beside him.

Harry quickly turned his broom in another direction, trying to shake off the Dementor.

This was the guard of Azkaban, and Harry didn't want to cause any trouble just yet - maybe he was just in the wrong place.

However, when he swung the broom again, he found two more Dementors in front of him.

Harry knew in an instant that the Dementors were definitely targeting him.

He looked down and saw at least a hundred Dementors standing below, their faces hidden under their turbans facing him. From their somewhat blurry figures, it could be seen that they were very excited about the action of hunting Harry.

At this moment, the students below also noticed that something was wrong.

A loud thunderclap exploded, illuminating not only the entire Quidditch pitch, but also the clouds.

Everyone could clearly see that there were a lot of Dementors circling and flying in the clouds, and there seemed to be more than a hundred of them.

"It's a Dementor!"

Ron let out a heart-wrenching scream. Without caring about anything else, he pushed through the crowd and ran towards Dumbledore, shouting that the Dementors were in the sky.

Of course, Dumbledore also saw the Dementors in the sky - not just Dumbledore, everyone saw it all with their own eyes.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore nervously, her lips moving, worried about Harry.

Snape had his hands in his arms, as if he was ready to throw a spell at the sky at any time.

In the Slytherin stands, Cassandra stared at the direction where Harry disappeared, one hand already touching the wand in her arms.

"Miss Grindelwald!"

Miss Farley looked at Vivi speechlessly.

Vivi did not respond to Miss Farley. Like Cassandra, she was ready to use a spell to save Harry at any time.

However, just when everyone was worried about Harry, the dark sky suddenly brightened.

With Harry as the center of the circle, suddenly, the azure light spread rapidly in all directions, even dispersing the dense and oppressive dark clouds around.

Soon, the students saw clearly that it was not light - it was a flame!
The dark clouds disappeared without a trace in an instant, and were replaced by a deep blue flame.

The blue flame leaped angrily, revealing the heart of the flame's owner.

The Dementors retreated rapidly to the side, but they could not escape the pursuit of the flames and were completely burned to ashes by the flames raging in the sky.

Within a few breaths, the flames quickly spread to the entire sky, replacing the dark clouds that originally covered the earth!
In just a short moment, a wide road opened up in the azure flames!

At the same time, the sound of a spell came from far away and reached the ears of everyone on the Quidditch field!

"Partis Temporus (God of Fire makes way)!"

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