A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 232 Dementors

Professor Hyp turned and left, saying he needed to think about how to make the Ironclad Charm fit him better.

"It sounds like they're discussing how to alter the size of a garment," Harry thought.

He saw the Gryffindor players appear in the Great Hall and hurried over. He needed something to eat, even just a bowl of porridge; in this terrible weather, it was hard to say how long the match would last.

……

Felix walked alone on the lawn. The weather was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging low. The wind was snapping the trees, and he saw the branches of the willow tree swaying constantly.

But everything around him was quiet; the rain couldn't get him wet, and the wind couldn't penetrate him—except for the transparent dome that was a foot higher than him, which was somewhat inconvenient.

Some students had arrived early and watched with curiosity as Professor Hyp walked around the field in the pouring rain, but no one dared to disturb him.

The students chose to sit on the platform, staring intently at Felix. Although they didn't understand what he was doing, they found it very interesting.

Especially some of the little witches, and Professor Hyp with his black hair and blue eyes (although the rain obscured their vision, so we'll just have to imagine it), strolled leisurely in the rain, and they couldn't take their eyes off him.

By the time Felix had completed his third lap around the Quidditch pitch, the humanoid armor on his body had gotten about half an inch closer, making it difficult to spot unless you looked closely.

He stopped and glanced at the stadium gate. A team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing canary yellow robes. The tall, thin, and handsome leader was none other than the Hufflepuff team's captain, Cedric Diggory.

Felix walked up the wooden steps to the professor's stand and sat down quietly. The canopy overhead offered no protection from the rain, so he could only continue to maintain his humanoid armor spell.

One by one, the little wizards, some wearing cloaks and others carrying umbrellas, entered the stadium.

Time passed slowly, and more and more people arrived. Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch arrived one after another, and Dumbledore also came. He saw Felix, smiled slightly, and sat down next to him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Felix".

Dumbledore said, almost in a whisper, "A very interesting technique."

Felix knew what he meant. "Besides protecting against the wind, it doesn't seem to be very useful. It's essentially an armor spell."

"Felix, you're too fixated on the power of the spell."

"Isn't the Ironclad Charm for defense?"

The two began to talk quietly. Not long after, the two teams playing today stood in the center of the field. The torrential rain formed layers of water curtains, and the audience could only see the yellow and scarlet Quidditch uniforms. But this did not affect their enthusiasm. Amid the rumbling thunder, a huge cheer erupted from the stands.

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the competition began.

The two teams of players took off in a wobbly fashion, the wind was really strong. Felix noticed that Harry was being blown to one side by the wind, but fortunately he quickly got used to the wind direction. Besides him, several female Quidditch players were also a little disheveled.

This has nothing to do with technique; it's simply because the person isn't heavy enough.

With his mind racing, everything slowed down in Felix's eyes. The layers of rain couldn't obscure his vision as he quickly analyzed the game's flow and tried to predict the scoring in the coming period.

This is also why Felix is ​​interested in Quidditch; for him, every match is a high-quality group duel.

"If Harry hadn't turned, he would have crashed into his own player in two seconds—he turned."

"Cedric isn't slow, and his weight gives him an advantage in this weather. Wait, how can he still manage to direct the team?"

The slight breeze had no effect on Wood; sure enough, he easily held the goal.

"The ball is going to hit that red witch, I think her name is Angelina Jensen? Her teammate is coming from the bottom left, the ball is blocked, is it Fred or George?"

"The timeout was called by Wood; they were clearly in the lead..."

The game was paused, with Gryffindor leading by fifty points, and the crowded open-air stands erupted in excited roars from the Gryffindors.

A moment later, the game resumed. The struggle between the two academies intensified, and the spectators could no longer distinguish the players' faces, relying solely on their jerseys and actions to identify their academies and positions.

Commentator Li Qiaodan shouted into the microphone: "Gryffindor is on the 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; his hastily assembled team was no match for Gryffindor, and the score gap only widened.

His only chance of winning is to catch the Golden Snitch, but that won't be easy, because his opponent is Harry Potter, Gryffindor's genius Seeker, who has never lost in the Sky Realm.

Felix continued analyzing the situation on the field—

"Hufflepuff looks to be in trouble; they're no match for them in a direct attack. Harry has a better track record against Seekers, unless he makes a mistake—and he really does?"

In mid-air, Harry's hand suddenly slipped, and his body slid down a few feet, tumbling in the air, but he quickly regained his balance.

The fight continued, and Cedric seemed to have noticed something. He maneuvered his broom 180 degrees, assuming a diving posture. But Felix didn't have time to pay attention; a group of black Dementors filled his vision.

They emerged from a corner of the Forbidden Forest, gliding close to the ground, while others were scattered in mid-air like black garbage bags being swept up by the wind.

The rain suddenly turned icy cold, and the air fell silent. The cheers and shouts seemed to have been cut off at their source. Felix knew that this was the effect of the Dementors on the young wizards.

At a height of one hundred feet, several Dementors, using the cover of dark clouds and fog, circled Harry in the center—they paid little attention to Cedric, for as dark creatures born of corruption and despair, they could easily discern those with tragic pasts.

It was clear that Harry was still somewhat conscious; he held a broom in one hand and a wand in the other, casting a red spell that pierced the clouds, but with little effect.

His broom fell uncontrollably, and Harry fell into a deep coma.

"Dumbledore..." Felix murmured.

"I'm here to save him," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He extended his finger and aimed it at Harry, who quickly slowed his descent.

The tip of Felix's wand suddenly exploded, and a silver streak of light pierced through the thick clouds in the blink of an eye, like a silver lightning bolt, knocking away the Dementors around Harry. They tumbled and fell, but then landed lightly, merging into the Dementor horde below.

The silvery light transformed into a slender, small swift with sickle-shaped wings, capable of hovering in mid-air without flapping. A deafening roar erupted from the swift's beak: "Dementors, get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)