Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Professor Haip turned and left. In his words, he wanted to think about how to make Shield Charm fit better.

"It sounds like a discussion about how to modify the size of a piece of clothing." Harry thought.

He saw the Gryffindor team members appearing in the auditorium and hurriedly walked over. He must put something up now, even if it is a bowl of porridge, it is difficult to say when the game will go under such bad weather.

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Felix walked alone on the lawn. The weather was very gloomy and the dark clouds were very low. The strong wind smashed the trees, and he saw the branches of Whomping Willow swaying constantly.

But everything around him was quiet, the rain couldn't reach him, the wind couldn't blow him--except for the transparent cover that was one foot higher than him.

Far away, some students arrived early. They curiously watched Professor Haip circle the stadium in the heavy rain, and no one dared to disturb him.

These students choose to sit on the high platform and stare at Felix intently. Although they don't understand what he is doing, they seem very interesting.

Especially some little witches, professor Haip with black hair and blue pupils (although they are blocked by the rainstorm, they rely on their brains to make up for it), strolling leisurely in the rain, they can't move their sights.

When Felix walked around the Quiddich stadium to the third lap, the humanoid Shield Charm on his body was nearly half an inch. If you don’t look closely, it’s hard to find.

He stopped and glanced at the stadium gate. A team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing canary yellow robes. The leader was tall and thin, handsome, and he was the Hufflepuff team. The Captain-Cedric · Diggory.

Felix walked up to the professor's stand along the wooden steps and sat down quietly. The shed above his head could not block the rain. He could only continue to maintain the human form of Shield Charm.

A young wizard walked into the stadium either wearing cloak or holding an umbrella.

Time passed a little bit, and more and more people, Professor McGonagall, Madam Hooch arrived one after another, Dumbledore also came, he saw Felix, slightly smiled, sitting next to him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Felix."

Dumbledore almost whispered: "Interesting technique."

Felix said, "Except for windproof, it seems to be of little use. It is essentially a Shield Charm."

"Felix, you are too obsessed with the formidable power of the spell."

"Isn't Shield Charm used for defense?"

The two talked in a low voice. It didn't take long for the two teams in today's game to stand in the center of the stadium. The heavy rain formed layers of water curtains. The audience Only yellow and red robe can be seen, but this still does not affect their enthusiasm, thunder rumbling, and a huge cheer erupted from the stands.

With Madam Hooch's whistle, the game began.

The players of the two teams lifted off slantingly. The wind was too strong. Felix noticed that Harry was being swept to one side by the wind. Fortunately, he quickly became familiar with the direction of the wind. Apart from him, a few The female Quiddich players were also slightly embarrassed.

This has nothing to do with skills, it's just not enough weight.

Under the accelerated state of thinking, everything in Felix's eyes slowed down, and the layers of rain could not block his vision. He quickly analyzed the trend on the field and tried to predict the score for the next period of time. .

This is why Felix is ​​interested in Quiddich. For him, every game is a high-quality group duel.

'If Harry didn't turn, he would bump into his player in two seconds-he turned. '

'Cedric's speed is not slow, his weight is more dominant in this weather, huh? Can he be distracted to command the team? '

'This little wind had no effect on Wood. Sure enough, he easily held the goal. '

'The bludger is going to hit the red robe witch, I remember her name is Angelina Johnson? Her teammate came over from the bottom left corner. The bludger was blocked. Is it Fred or George? '

'The timeout whistle was requested by Wood. They were clearly ahead...'

The timeout of the game, Gryffindor was ahead by fifty points, and the Gryffindor burst into excitement in the crowded bleachers Roar.

After a while, the game continues. The entanglement between the two houses has become more intense. The audience can't distinguish the faces of the players on the field, and can only judge the house and position based on the jersey and their behavior.

The narrator Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone: "Gryffindor launched an attack, the ball is in the hands of the chaser, one of the three girls, I can’t see clearly..."

Cedric focused on finding the golden snitch. The team he temporarily formed is not Gryffindor's opponent, and the score gap will only get bigger and bigger.

The only chance to win is for him to catch the golden snitch, but it is not easy, because his opponent is Gryffindor's genius Seeker, Harry Potter, in the sky realm, he has never lost.

Felix is ​​still analyzing the situation on the field——

'Hufflepuff looks very hanging, frontal offense is not an opponent; in Seeker confrontation, Harry's past record is more dominant , Unless Harry makes a mistake, did he really make a mistake? '

In midair, Harry's hand suddenly slipped, and his body slipped a few feet. He turned a somersault in the sky, but he quickly controlled the accident.

The game is still going on. Cedric seems to have discovered something. He manipulates the broom to reverse 180 degrees and assumes a swooping posture. But Felix didn't have time to pay attention, and a group of black dementors occupied his sight.

They appeared from the corner of the Forbidden Forest, sliding against the ground, and some scattered in midair, like black garbage bags swept by the wind.

The rain suddenly became cold, the air fell into silence, and the cheers and shouts seemed to be cut off from the source. Felix knew that this was the effect of dementor on the brain.

At a height of one hundred feet, a few dementors, with the help of dark clouds and fog, circle Harry in the center-they don't care much about Cedric, as a dark creature that breeds in corruption and despair, they can Easily distinguish those who have had painful encounters.

It can be seen that Harry is still a little conscious. He is holding the broom in one hand and the wand in the other. The incantion of red cuts through the clouds, but it has little effect.

His broom fell uncontrollably, and Harry was completely unconscious.

"Dumbledore..." Felix whispered.

"I'll save someone." Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He pointed his finger at Harry, and he quickly slowed down.

The tip of the wand in Felix's hand exploded suddenly, and a flash of silver broke through the dense clouds in the blink of an eye, like the lightning of silver, knocking away the dementor around Harry. They turned their heads and fell, but then Landed lightly and blended into the dementor community below.

The silver streamer turns into a slender Swift, with sickle-shaped wings, it can stop in the air without fanning. A deafening noise came from Swift's mouth, "Dementor, get out of here."