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She wrote to her aunt immediately after the night she had spent in the hall, but was told that the black dog was still in the kennel in the backyard of Santrill House, and that he had spent his days walking leisurely and peeing in the garden, and Mickey complained to Sigonice about it for a long time.

At the end of her reply, Sigoness asked Vio if there was anything wrong with the black dog, and if she wasn't sure if there was, she took the dog directly to the Department of Magical Beasts for a spell and potion check.

But after learning about the black dog's series of "human-like" behaviors, Vio was also distressed, she didn't see the dog in person, and she didn't know whether it was true or not.

And how could things go according to the original story? The box containing the diary in her bedroom reminded her that the original book was just a reference, and the ending was open and uncertain.

But how do you explain that Sigoness just appeared in the stands across the field from the stand, occupied by a group of senior Ravenclaws?

What's even more unimaginable is that the speed at which Sigoness appears and disappears is unusually fast, so fast that the second sight is gone, and Vio is already wondering if there is something wrong with his eyesight or, it should be that he was dazzled once, because Hogwarts itself is also surrounded by many protective charms, and no one, including Voldemort, as long as they are not perverted Orderliness, can enter here through apparitions.

Vio settled down and continued to focus on Harry, maybe the situation on the field was more important, who knew if the real Dementors on the field would appear?

Three years have passed, and many things have slowly blurred in her mind.

But it can't be helped, today's weather is too bad to see the distance. Originally, her kicker spell only worked on herself for a certain amount of time, and did not change anything in the outside world.

In other words, the arena is a little foggy and not bright enough, and her eyesight, which has been greatly improved, will still be blocked from the dense fog, but the fog in her eyes is clearer than the fog seen by ordinary people.

On the contrary, although the hearing is also disturbed by the sound of thunder and rain at this time, it is much more sensitive than the eye.

"Harry!" Vio heard Wood's distressed shouts at Gryffindor's goal.

"Harry, you're behind!"

Harry looked around in alarm.

Diggory continued to fall down the pitch, a small golden patch flashing between them in the rain, and Harry was panicked and threw himself on his broomstick, spinning and rushing towards the golden snitch.

But at this moment, Vio suddenly felt a timidity silence in the stepped stands around the runway, and although the wind was still as strong as before, she forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the wind, as if she had suddenly become deaf, what had happened?

A familiar and terrible cold snap enveloped the entire stadium, and Vio endured the discomfort in his heart, and withdrew his gaze from Harry, who was chasing the golden snitch from high in the air, to Harry, who usually stopped inexplicably, and slowly looked into the air in the center of the field.

She saw an unusually horrific scene.

There were at least a hundred Dementors floating there, their faces hidden beneath their turbans floating faintly, as if ready to give a kiss.

At the same time, Harry was falling, falling in the icy mist.

Most of the people were stunned at that point, but a fierce and blinding light appeared in the center of the field, and Dumbledore commanded the light to slash like a scythe towards the hordes of Dementors, who immediately retreated quickly

It was at this time that Vio realized what a truly good wizard should look like.

Dumbledore didn't even summon his Patronus, but simply expelled the Dementors with the most primitive power, and in a hard-fought manner, Vio thought that Dumbledore's anger at the Dementors for daring to appear in such a dense crowd was a serious warning to the Dementors.

She also admired and admired Dumbledore's superb magical skills.

However, she could not think too much, and most of the people had already hurried down the stands and ran towards the playground.

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"Luckily, the ground is so soft. ”

"I thought he was going to die. ”

But he didn't even break his glasses. ”

Harry heard the whispers of the men, but couldn't understand what they were saying. He didn't know where he was, how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here. All he knew was that he was in pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten.

"It's the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life. ”

The most terrible, the most terrible thing, the black shadow in the turban, the cold, the screams, Harry suddenly opened his eyes.

He was lying in the hospital. The Gryffindor House Quidditch team members were splattered from head to toe and were surrounding his bedside. Ron and Hermione were there, too, as if they had just climbed up from the pool.

"Harry!" said Fred, who looked very white under the mud, "what do you think?"

Harry's memories seemed to come back quickly: the lightning... That gloomy and unforgiving.. The Golden Snitch... And the Dementors...

"What happened?" he said, suddenly sitting up, startling them all.

"You fell," said Fred, "there must be, then, fifty feet?"

"We thought you were dead," Arya said, shivering. Hermione let out a short, shrill sound, her eyes bloodshot.

"But that game," Harry said, "what happened? can we play again?"

No one spoke. The terrible truth sank like a stone into Harry's heart.

"We didn't fail, did we?"

"Diggory has caught the Golden Snitch," said George, "just after you fall." He didn't understand what was going on. When he looks back and sees you on the ground, he's going to interrupt the game and want to replay. But they won fairly, they won fairly, even Wood admitted. ”

"Where's Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"It's still raining," said Fred, "and we think he's going to drown himself." ”

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with both hands. Fred grabbed Harry's shoulder and shook it roughly.

"Well, Harry, you've always been able to catch the Golden Snitch before. ”

"There's always going to be a miss. George said.

"It's not over yet," Fred said, "and we're losing a hundred points, aren't we? So, if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin." ”

"Hufflepuff is going to drop at least two hundred points. George said. "But if they beat Ravenclaw......"

"No way, Ravenclaw is fantastic. But if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff......"

"It all depends on the score, no matter who wins or loses, it's a matter of 100 points. ”

Harry lay there, not saying a word. They lost, and it was the first time he had lost in a Quidditch match.

About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team to let Harry rest.

"We'll come back to see you later. Fred told Harry, "Don't blame yourself, Harry. You're still our best Seeker. ”

The team is gone, leaving behind trails of mud. (To be continued.) )