Chapter 274: Nature and Wizards

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the spectators on the field are clinging to their seats. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info They need to bend down and maintain their center of gravity at all times to avoid being blown around.

The players on the field face a bigger test, they are going forward against the wind and waves, and they need to rise into the air in the midst of such natural disasters and storms, which is definitely not an easy task.

In the rumbling thunder, George vaguely heard the students around him cheering for a certain team. The howling wind, as soon as their words fell, shattered and swallowed up their voices.

Whether it's cheering or cheering, all the sounds are drowned out in the roar of nature.

Even George couldn't hear the words around him in such a scene, and everyone's ears were whistling winds and roaring thunder.

The world suddenly fell silent, and only the roar of nature remained, and the wizard's Quidditch match was like a silent pantomime, like the celebrations and sacrifices of ancient humans against natural disasters.

George had already dropped his umbrella, and the wind and rain were hitting the players and dripping down on his face. He stood upright in the wind, like a towering tree, hunting the wind, blowing his robe, and making a loud sound.

He stood motionless in the wind and rain, like a reef by the sea, quietly admiring the fury of nature.

The race had already begun, and neither the cheers of the crowd nor the whistle of Mrs. Hodge could be passed from the wind. But all the wizards were already engrossed in the game.

The players rose into the air, like fish swimming in the waves, shuttling against the wind and waves, flying towards the torrential rain.

It was a very different Quidditch match, unlike anything anyone had ever seen before, it was a real Quidditch match.

At this time, the wizard is really against nature. Their enemy is not the opponent of other teams, but from natural disasters, the overwhelming and pervasive malice.

The wizards in the sky all attached their entire bodies to the broomsticks, and they fused with the broomsticks and were tightly connected, dodging the roaring winds again and again.

The overwhelming storm, the overwhelming malice, the wizards truly turned into swimming fish, passing through one wave after another.

Nature is really showing its anger in this moment. The storm was like a giant standing up to the sky, and it waved its overwhelming slap, fanning the wizards the size of black spots in the air one after another.

The wizards turned into petrels, black lightning bolts, weaving between the giants' fingers.

They confronted nature and natural disasters, and they weaved between the fingers of the Storm Giants, and they faced their opponents in the cracks.

"This is the real Quidditch game, against nature, against natural disasters, to win the game. George clenched his fists, his heart was on fire, and as soon as his words came out, they were crushed and swallowed by the wind and waves.

The world at this time is so weird, the whole world is like a silent pantomime, and it is like the celebration and sacrifice of ancient humans against natural disasters.

Nature is furious, the storm is roaring, they are angry, they are afraid. They want to crush all who dare to confront them. They are nature, they are natural disasters, they are the natural fears of living beings.

Humanity is holding on, humanity is resisting, they are silent, they are firm. They are going to fight back against all beings who want to oppress and enslave them. They are living beings, they are human beings, and they are the crystallization of the wisdom of living beings.

Natural disasters do not give up, they are the natural fear of living beings.

Humans do not surrender, they are the crystallization of the wisdom of living beings.

Storms and natural disasters dominate everything, and the wizards in the sky are so inconspicuous, like little black dots one after another.

They were so conspicuous, little black dots hanging high in the sky, shining brighter than any star. They shuttled like lightning, like one haughty elf after another, facing the elves of the black storm.

They're laughing, they're shouting, they're laughing at the clouds, they're laughing at the storms.

Their voices could not be heard, and their figures rose and fell, one after another, black lightning shuttled through the storm, shuttled among the waves, shuttled through the opponent's attack.

The score is scorching, the wind and rain are scorching, and the audience is scorching.

The Scourge is fighting, and they want to crush the rebellious wizards. The team members are fighting, and they want to crush the opponents in the fight. The spectators are fighting, they want to replace the players with their bodies, and they can't wait to summon broomsticks and rush onto the field.

Suddenly, something strange happened, a cold cold snap that penetrated the fiery passion of the audience. From the soles of the feet, it seeps into the whole body of all people, and flows into the blood of all people.

George looked around and saw more than a hundred Dementors pouring in from the Gryffindor stands. He also saw Harry in the sky, as if frozen in the air, faltering under the storm.

"Damn!" George was furious, his anger dispelling the cold, and he ran as fast as lightning rushed.

The wand slipped from his cuff and fell into his hand, gripping the cold wand tightly, letting his anger be suppressed by reason. But he didn't slow down in the slightest, and he ran briskly towards the Gryffindor stands.

George's vision was blurred by the rapid running, but with the help of Eagle Eye, he could still see the Gryffindor student's gaping mouth and stunned expression.

He immediately swept his gaze towards Harry, who was not on the broomstick, he lost his grip, he was like a cold corpse, stiff and falling from the sky.

"Damn. George was like a chariot, without a hint of cushioning, and immediately stopped, without even breathing a sigh of relief.

A silver beam of light emanated from his wand and slammed into Harry's body.

He took a heavy breath, and Harry's figure slowly fell to the ground like a fluttering feather.

George turned his gaze and continued towards the Gryffindor stands, his unhurried steps towards the hundreds of Dementors.

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Harry felt nothing more than a piece of ice floe, floating above the endless black ocean. Infinite darkness and cold enveloped him, and he thought he was dead, the world after death.

He still vaguely remembered that he had fallen off the Light Wheel 2000, and that he was seventy feet from the ground, maybe a hundred feet, but whether it was seventy or a hundred feet, it was enough for him to fall to his death.

Not only would he fall to his death, but he would also break it, and the thought of it made Harry feel very sorry for his friend. He would rather choose a handsome way to die, he definitely doesn't want to die, his death will become a nightmare for his friends, he owes his friends too much.

(To be continued.) )