Evan saw Ron turn his head in a panic, as if avoiding his gaze.

"Something is wrong, is this guy hiding something from me?!" Evan looked at Ron thoughtfully.

Could it have anything to do with Peter Pettigrew, but looking at Ron's expression, it doesn't seem to be quite like it, this expression looks like it

The next second, there was a roaring thunder in mid-air, and Aven quickly turned his head, and a fork of lightning streaked across the sky, and he saw Harry flying quickly in front of his eyes.

High in the air, Harry was so cold that his hands and feet were numb, and he had to lean down on the broomstick, urging it to pass through the chaotic air currents and find the golden snitch in all directions. He dodged a Bludger to the right, he saw Diggory sneaking under him, Diggory was flying in the opposite direction, could he have seen the Golden Snitch already?!

We can't go on like this, the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Harry spun around quickly, trying to get back to the middle of the pitch, but just then, another bolt of lightning lit up the stands, and Harry saw something that completely distracted him: the silhouette of the huge, shaggy black dog, which was clearly reflected in the sky, on an empty row of seats on the top floor of the Slytherin stand.

Harry's numb hands slid on the broomstick, and his Halo 2000 fell a few feet.

He brushed his drenched hair away from his eyes and squinted at the stand, where the dog was gone.

"Harry!" Wood's distressed shout came from the Gryffindor goal, "Harry, behind you!"

Harry looked around in panic, and Diggory slammed down on the pitch, a small golden patch flashing between them in the rain, and Harry fell on his broomstick in panic, spinning and rushing towards the golden snitch.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Harry and Diggory, who were approaching the Golden Snitch, Diggory was closer than Harry, but Harry was faster than him.

In the stands, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly tightened her grip on Aven's left arm, and she screamed in a frightened voice, "Look, look there!"

Following her gaze, Evan chuckled inwardly, and he saw behind Harry and Diggory a deep black sky stretching across the distance.

Like ink dripping outwards in water, more than a hundred Dementors were drawn to the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch pitch, and they struck with a terrible cold snap.

The Dementors seemed to be invited to a feast, their dark gray tattered cloaks scattered through the air, their hands slowly shaking outside their hoods with pus-seeping pus, and the smell of rotting flesh in the air.

Following the pattern of ice cubes in the air, Evan saw something fly out of the stands, sucked by the Dementors above, and that was their happy mood.

The whole world turned black and white in an instant, and there was a timidity silence in the stepped stands around the runway, and although the wind was still as strong as before, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.

Evan saw Hermione yelling at herself, but he couldn't hear anything.

He jerked his wand out and aimed it at the Dementor in the center of the field.

"Divine Protection!" he shouted, but he could not hear himself.

His wand emitted a silver ray of light that swayed like a flame in the wind and rain, bringing a moment of color to the black-and-white world ruled by the spirits.

But no, this ray of light instantly dissipated and turned into a faint green smoke.

"Damn, there are too many Dementors!" said the spell again, recalling the things that pleased him.

The moment he received the letter from Hogwarts, the joy he felt when he learned his first spell, the happy time he had with his friends, the glow of the tip of Aven's wand growing stronger, and the condensation of an entire animal.

But it was a little bit worse when the dark fear of the Dementors came from all sides.

Evan tightened his wand tightened in his hand, he remembered the first time he unleashed the full Patronus on the train, when he couldn't hold on, it was Hermione who had given him hope again, and he tried to remember the feeling.

Evan suddenly felt a trembling, weak body pressing close to him, and he turned around to see Hermione looking nervously at him.

That's right, that's how it feels!

In the next second, a dazzling silver-white animal emerged from inside Aven's wand.

The power of the Patronus Charm comes from the positive power within, and in addition to what has always been called happiness, it also includes hope, the desire to live, and the guardian itself.

When you show a strong desire to protect a person deep down, then you will also send out a complete physical guardian spirit.

How strong the determination to protect is, how strong the guardian spirit is released.

It wasn't happy memories, but Aven's protective heart for Hermione that inspired the spell.

His patronus was a cat, but much more powerful and ferocious than ordinary cats, with a little silver light and elaborate stripes around it, like a fierce tiger.

Is it a cat or a tiger?

There was a burst of exclamation from all the little wizards in the stands, they seemed to have never seen such a strange, rare creature.

But Evan knew that his Patronus was exactly the same as Animagus, a black cat.

Because of the strong desire to protect Hermione in his heart at this moment, this patronus looks extremely powerful.

The Patronus represents a hidden, unknown, but necessarily present personality of a person, the kind of mysterious self that only ends dormant and awakens when necessary. With the aura of a king, and with his determination to protect Hermione, Aven's Patronus swooped down on the Dementors in the center of the field, smashing them away.

In mid-air, Harry quickly approached the Golden Snitch.

He was just a little closer, he was faster than Diggory, but time seemed to stand still all around him.

Harry felt as if he had entered a black hole that would never fly out, and he was helplessly moving forward inside, the temperature around him getting colder and colder, his breath beginning to freeze, and the freezing rain burrowed into his body, cutting his internal organs.

He heard the same voice he had heard the last time he had heard it on the train, someone moaning, moaning inside his head, it was a woman's voice.

"Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please, don't move Harry!"

"Go, you stupid woman, go, now"

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me with you, you kill me!"

Harry's mind was numb, what was going on, what was he doing, why was he flying, obviously getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch, but his attention was focused on the woman in his mind.

He had to help her, she was going to die, she was going to be murdered!

"Don't move Harry, please don't move to be merciful."

She was answered only by a high-pitched, cold laugh, which was harsh in the woman's pleading.

Harry felt like he didn't know anything, he couldn't help the woman, he seemed to slip off the broomstick, and just when he thought he was going to fall like this, a silver-white animal suddenly flew from below.

This is Aven's Patronus, exactly like his Animagus, a black cat.

A blur of consciousness returned to Harry's mind, and he saw a number of Dementors surrounding him, their faces hidden beneath their turbans facing him.

It was pitch black under the turban, and there was nothing.

No, Harry saw something in there, it was

His eyes widened with horror, and he tried to pull out his wand, but he found himself falling off his broomstick, and his Light Wheel 2000 flew in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

The icy rain fell rapidly, slamming down on Harry's pale face, and he weakly reached out his right hand to grab the broomstick.

But it didn't work, more Dementors were approaching here, the light of the Aven Patronus was getting weaker and weaker, and the woman's pleading and the piercing laughter reappeared in his mind, and they were still talking, and the man seemed to have said something very terrifying.

Harry tried to remember the words, but couldn't remember anything.

He couldn't hold on anymore, and his eyelids grew heavier.

In the next second, he fainted in front of his eyes.