The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 67: Dementors Attack

Several times, Harry successfully avoided Filch's capture with the help of the big dog. Whenever Filch appeared at the end of the corridor, the black tiger would sound the alarm in advance, gently nudging Harry's leg with its nose, or reminding him with a low bark.

One day, Harry and Hermione were sitting in a corner of the library, discussing the origins of the black tiger.

Hermione stroked Crookshanks in her arms and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps he, like Crookshanks, has the blood of some magical creature. You see, Crookshanks often displays a stronger sense than that of an ordinary cat."

Harry didn't care about all that. What he cherished more was the kindness the big black dog showed him, which made him feel warm in his heart.

While they were talking, Ron stood up from his seat angrily and left the library without a word, leaving Harry and Hermione looking at each other.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione frowned, looking a little dissatisfied.

Harry sighed and explained, "Scabbers hasn't been seen for several days, and Ron is very worried about him. It might be that Scabbers is too old. It's rare for a mouse to live to be a teenager."

"Crookshanks, you didn't eat Scabbers, did you?" Hermione hurriedly pried open Crookshanks' mouth and examined it carefully, fearing that the cat had really done something unbelievable. "You can't eat mice, it's so disgusting."

Crookshanks deftly freed himself from Hermione's grasp and leaped onto Sirius's back.

Then, it kept calling: "Meow~Meow~", as if explaining to Hermione: I will never eat such a disgusting mouse!
Hermione looked at Crookshanks and saw that he understood. Then she checked the time, stood up and said, "I have to go to class, Harry. I'll leave Crookshanks in your care."

With that, she hurried off, leaving Harry alone with Sirius and Crookshanks.

Hermione took all the elective courses this year and was busy like a top all day long.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't applied for a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic for her, she wouldn't have been able to complete all the courses even if she worked herself to the point of vomiting blood.

Harry squatted down, gently touched Sirius's protruding ribs, and said distressedly: "You are still too thin. You need to eat more."

A happy smile appeared on Sirius's dog's face. It rubbed Harry's hand with its wet nose. It looked so happy as if it owned the world.

Crookshanks turned away with disdain, not bothering to pay any attention to this "silly dog".
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"Harry is so kind, just like Lily..." In Weiss's office, Sirius kept praising Harry.

Weiss's ears were constantly filled with "Harry this and that", "Harry that and that", which was simply a devilish sound that made him a little unbearable.

"Even steak can't stop you from eating?"

Sirius shrugged and was about to answer, but Weiss silenced him first. Weiss could finally read the book in his hand quietly and enjoy a moment of peace and quiet.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the long-awaited Quidditch match day. However, it seemed as if God was deliberately adding some twists and turns to this grand event, and it started to rain early in the morning.

The rain gradually got heavier, the sky became gloomy, and soon small puddles formed on the ground.

The sudden rain did not dampen the burning enthusiasm of the students. They had already made preparations, holding colorful umbrellas, wearing various raincoats, and excitedly heading to the Quidditch field.

They found their seats in the stands and excitedly talked about the upcoming game.

Today's match was between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, a matchup between these two houses that always attracted much attention. Both sides displayed huge banners, with various forms of support on display. Some even set off fireworks, which exploded in the air, forming the images of their respective houses.

Before the game officially started, supporters from both sides had already started competing in the stands, with shouts rising and falling.

Gryffindor's Quidditch captain is Oliver Wood. His love for Quidditch is deep in his bones, and he is extremely strict with his teammates, demanding every move and every tactic to be done to the extreme, and of course, himself as well.

"We haven't won a trophy in eight years. This year is my last chance." Wood looked solemn, and his serious expression seemed as if he was about to participate in not an ordinary game, but a life-and-death duel.

His eyes were fixed on the team, especially Harry.

"Harry!!" Captain Wood's voice suddenly rang out. Harry, who was called, couldn't help but shudder, and a sense of nervousness surged in his heart.

"I must catch the Golden Snitch even if I die." Wood's aura was too strong. Harry couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The pressure doubled and even his breathing became heavy.

"It's too much." Other teammates complained. They felt that Captain Wood's requirements were a bit too harsh. After all, the game is full of variables and all hopes cannot be pinned on one person.

Twin brothers Fred and George quickly comforted Harry: "Don't listen to Wood's nonsense, he's just too nervous."

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart eased a little.

At the same time, Dumbledore also came to the stadium to watch the game. He boasted to Weiss who was sitting next to him: "When I was young, I was also an excellent player. If I hadn't become a teacher later, I might have become a professional player."

It turns out that Dumbledore is also a Quidditch enthusiast, and his love for this sport is no less than anyone else.

However, Weiss had no interest in Quidditch. In his opinion, a rainy day like this was best spent in the office making a cup of steaming hot tea and then sitting in a comfortable chair to enjoy it slowly.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's strong invitation, Weiss would never have appeared here. He looked at the court helplessly, hoping that the game would end as soon as possible.

When the game started, the audience's cheers were deafening, echoing throughout Hogwarts.

The game was very intense, both teams showed extremely high level, and the players were running in the rain.

The Gryffindor players cooperated well with each other, and every pass and every shot showed the team's cohesion.

The Hufflepuff team members were not to be outdone. They defended tightly and counterattacked quickly, which put a lot of pressure on the Gryffindor team members.

The rain kept falling, but it did not affect the players' fighting spirit at all.

However, the rain was getting heavier, seriously affecting the players' vision. During the game, there were several car crashes, which made people worry about the players.

Fortunately, no one was injured. They continued to fight in the rain, and the audience's cheers became louder and louder.

However, no one noticed that the Dementors stationed around Hogwarts began to slowly approach the Quidditch pitch. The dark figures were looming in the rain, like ghosts.
(End of this chapter)