In the first few days since Hogwarts reopened, the young wizards were still a little apprehensive, fearing that Sirius Blake's return would threaten their safety.

Since that day, however, no sign of Sirius has been found in the castle.

Had it not been for the portrait of Sir Cadogan that still replaced the Fat Lady hanging in front of the Gryffindor common room, the young and forgetful young wizards would probably have forgotten the notorious wanted man altogether.

Visiting Professor Remus Lupin was very dedicated, and after arriving at Hogwarts, he patrolled the castle every day in search of Sirius.

Not only that, but he also pointed out a number of secret passages through which the castle was connected to the outside world.

These passages were discovered when he was at school with the quartet of James Porter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pedirou. Some of them had not even been heard of by Filch.

The professors agreed that Sirius had entered the castle through secret passages that Filch didn't know.

Because of this credit, Lupin quickly formed a good relationship with the other professors, except for one person-

Dean of Slytherin, Severus Snape.

"I don't think it's a wise decision for you to recruit a new visiting professor, Mr. Chancellor." One night, shortly after Lupin arrived, Snape stopped Dumbledore and said to him.

"But I don't think so, Severus, I guess you still have some prejudice against Remus." Dumbledore said in a smoky voice.

Snape frowned, his sallow face visibly sullen.

"Do you remember the relationship between the two of them, Headmaster?" Snape said. His lips barely opened as he spoke, clenching his teeth as if he had some bitter hatred for Lupin, "You should remember who he really is......

"Remember, Severus." Dumbledore said, his voice tinged with something like a warning, "Remus's identity doesn't necessarily have anything to do with him coming to the castle to help, we talked about it, did we?"

"But, I can tell there's a good chance he's going to tip Blake off." Snape whispered, "He makes his daily rounds in the most visible places in the castle, and it's not just us who can see it, but also Blake outside the castle."

"It's entirely possible that he was using this act to send a message to Blake, telling him that we can't come to ...... because we're so heavily inspected."

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The weather is getting worse these days.

But in these weather, Gryffindor's Quidditch team trained harder.

For Harry's safety, Professor McGonagall didn't want him to be exposed to the empty Quidditch pitch to prevent Sirius Black from being exploited.

However, due to Harry's insistence and Professor McGonagall's own desire for the Gryffindor Quidditch team to get a good result, she agreed to the team's request to continue training.

Of course, to be on the safe side, she asked Ms. Hodge, who taught flying lessons, to accompany the Gryffindor team in training.

"Listen, our opponent this time is not easy." In the last practice session before the game, captain Wood stood on the pitch and exclaimed, "Our opponent this time is Hufflepuff, the defending champion of last year."

It was a stormy day, and as Wood spoke, the team heard rumbling thunder in the distance.

Hearing the name of the house, Harry subconsciously clenched the broom in his hand.

He remembered that the reason why he had become so bad last year was because of Cho Chang and Hufflepuff Seeker Cedric Diggory.

Harry didn't know how many times he was angry about Cedric's relationship with Cho Chang, thinking that Cedric was just a little white face with no merits other than being good-looking, and he didn't know how many times he was distracted in class and the game went wrong because of this.

But now when I think back to Qiu Zhang's face, it seems like a world away, and even in my memory, it seems that I can't see it clearly.

Harry found that all he liked was the fake Cho Chang in his heart.

In fact, he didn't even know much about her before that, apart from the encounter when Professor Dracula presented the first place in the three grades, and the encounter he had the cheekiness to strike up a conversation at Ravenclaw Tower.

Whether it's her personality, family, character or preferences, it's all his own speculation, and when this bull-like like change becomes a big deal, what is left in his heart is the real Qiu Zhang he doesn't know, and this memory is of course a lake.

And his evaluation of Cedric is just a little white-faced, and it is just a prejudice caused by jealousy.

Cedric is actually polite and friendly, and he has always played a fair and friendly game on the Quidditch pitch, and his flying ability and ball skills are quite good, so it's no surprise that girls like him. ….

In the last match before the Quidditch final last school year, when Gryffindor faced Slytherin, Harry reconciled with Cedric in his own heart, giving Hufflepuff a chance to win over Slytherin and win the championship.

Now, in the first Quidditch match of the school year, Gryffindor happened to meet Hufflepuff, which gave Harry a sense of destiny.

"Are you listening, Harry?"

Wood's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts. He quickly looked up and smiled at Wood.

"Are you really okay?" Wood looked at Harry suspiciously, and hesitated, "Isn't it going to be out of shape like last school year?"

"Don't worry, Oliver, it won't happen again!" Harry laughed confidently, "I'm already another Harry!"

"That's for the best," Wood nodded, and continued, "We're playing against a Hufflepuff team, but we don't know anything about their style this school year. Because they've got a new captain, Cedric Diggory—"

Angelina, Arya, and Katie suddenly smirked.

"What's wrong?" Wood frowned at them, not very pleased with the carefree behavior.

"Cedric Diggory is the tall, good-looking boy, right?" Angelina said.

"The one who is strong and soft-spoken." Katie added.

As she spoke, they began to giggle again.

Harry sighed, feeling that Cho Chang really liked Cedric a little

It's no surprise either.

"He speaks softly because he's not a good man! Quidditch needs real warriors like us!" Fred, who grew up in the same village as Cedric, immediately quipped.

"There's no need to worry too much, Oliver, Cedric is only the first time to be a captain, and there is definitely no 'tyrant like you, capable!'" George also said.

"How many times have you said it, don't underestimate the enemy! What's more, you're facing the defending champions of the previous academic year!" Wood shouted to the grinning twins, his eyes popping out slightly. "Diggory has organized a strong team, which is not worse than the previous captain's organization!"

"On top of that, he's a great Seeker! I don't know what Harry is like right now, but I do know that even if he gets back to his best, he won't be able to overpower Diggory! So we have to do our best, we have to win!"

"Oliver, don't get angry," Fred and George hurriedly patted their chests and assured, seeing Wood's serious performance, "We'll do our best against the Hufflepuffs, we promise!"

……

On the morning before the race, it was stormy.

The weather was worse than the previous day's training. The hallways and classrooms were dark, and Filch had to light more torches and lights.

The Gryffindor common room was louder than the sound outside, as it was on the towering tower, and the storm was pounding on the window panes.

Harry was woken up early by the sound of a thunderstorm and looked out of the rain-soaked window.

He knew he couldn't expect the tournament to be canceled – a Quidditch match in the wizarding world would never be canceled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. ….

Even though he had known this, Harry still felt a little scared, as if a sense of foreboding had haunted him.

He got out of bed and sat in front of the fireplace, thinking wildly.

He remembered that Quidditch Seekers were usually the light, agile kind of people, and that Diggory was taller and taller than the average Seeker, but his weight was a good factor in the weather, as he wouldn't be overwhelmed by the wind.

Harry didn't have time to think about it all the time, though, because Hermione's half-breed cat, Crookshan, had always been obsessed with Ron's rat-spotted cat, and often sneaked up the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

He had to get up from time to time during the cranky thoughts, and put his arms around Crookshan's soft belly and put it back in the common room.

Finally, when it was almost time for breakfast, he walked alone to the doorway guarded by the portrait.

"Stop, go to war, you bad dog!" As always, Sir Cadogan shouted at every young wizard who passed by.

"Oh, shut up." Harry yawned.

He had become accustomed to this unscrupulous knight, and the swearing words in the knight's mouth were actually only contempt for the opponent in the duel, and there was no malice.

After a large bowl of porridge, Harry felt a little more refreshed, and by the time he had started to eat toast, the rest of the team arrived.

"It's going to be a tight game." Wood said. He was so nervous that he couldn't eat anything.

"Don't worry, Oliver," Angelina reassured, "we don't care about a little bit of rain, we train in the rain a lot."

But it wasn't just a little rain, they had never trained in such heavy rain.

However, even in this ghostly weather, the whole school and teachers still poured out of their nests as usual to watch the first Quidditch match of the semester. This is proof enough that in the wizarding world, where entertainment is scarce, Quidditch is indeed extremely popular.

Teachers and students trotted across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads bowed against the wind – as their umbrellas were blown away from their hands halfway through.

However, there was a pure black umbrella that showed no signs of damage, and was quietly stretched out in the roar of the storm.

Dracula walks in the rainstorm with an umbrella, and all the raindrops that are slanted by the wind will automatically turn around and drip to the ground when they are about to hit his robe.

Therefore, there was no Ren on his placket

The place where He was wet by the rain looked out of place with the embarrassed little wizards.

"Sure enough, as long as it's sunless, Professor Dracula is still willing to come to the Quidditch pitch to join in the fun." Harry looked enviously at Dracula's stainless robes, thinking to himself.

Finally carrying the wind and rain into the Gryffindor team's locker room, the team members couldn't wait to change out of their wet clothes and change into the house's red Quidditch suit, and suddenly felt better.

…… It won't be a few minutes later, but when the game starts, their clothes will still be wet.

After changing into their uniforms, the players lined up and waited for Wood's usual pre-game morale-boosting speech as captain.

But no one expected that Wood wanted to open his mouth to speak several times, but he only made a strange breathless voice, and could not say any of the lofty ambitions he once had. ….

Eventually, he shook his head helplessly and beckoned everyone to join him on the court.

He's already led Gryffindor to a Quidditch Cup, and in his final year at Hogwarts, he doesn't have to ask for anything, just do his best and it won't be a big deal......

The wind was blowing so hard that the players staggered as they walked onto the pitch.

In the rumbling thunder, even if the audience cheered for them, they could not hear it at all.

The rain was pouring down on Harry's glasses, and he was already worried about how he was going to see the golden snitch in the midst of the storm.

By the time the Gryffindor team reached the center of the pitch, the Hufflepuff team had come across the pitch wearing canary-like yellow jerseys.

The captains of both sides stepped forward to shake each other's hands, and Diggory smiled at Wood, who nodded at him.

The thunder was so loud that the players on both sides couldn't hear Mrs. Hooch's voice clearly.

Fortunately, the contestants present were quite experienced, and knew how to look at the shape of her mouth, and waited until she seemed to shout the words "flying broomstick" before sitting on the broomstick together.

Harry pulled his right foot out of the mud on the pitch and stepped onto the Halo 2000.

"Both—"

Madame Hodge put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard, making a shrill whistle that barely pierced through the thunder and the howling wind—

The race is on!

Harry rode fast, but his Light Wheel 2000 wobbled a little in the wind. He gripped the broom handle as tightly as he could, turned and rushed into the wind and rain.

……

Dracula held an umbrella and sat on the high platform in the audience, looking boredly over the court.

Of all the seats around, only the one he was in was dry.

"By the way, you guys are so focused, can you really see the game in the sky?" Dracula casually grabbed a young wizard nearby who was watching the game intently and asked.

The little wizard was obviously an avid fan of Quidditch, and even when it was raining heavily, he would stare into the sky with his eyes wide open, for fear of missing any detail of the game, and would not blink even if the rain hit his eyes.

"Ah, Professor Dracula." The little wizard seemed to have just spotted Dracula sitting next to him, and scratched his wet hair a little embarrassed, "Actually, I can't see it clearly, I can only see a few small black dots, and I don't know if it's a bird or a player......

"You're still so engaged?" Dracula looked at him speechlessly, "I didn't get any fun from this game at all, isn't it pure torture?"

"You can't say that!" The little wizard subconsciously retorted in a loud voice, "A Quidditch match in bad weather is the most powerful test of a player's willpower and skill, and winning in this kind of match is far more admirable than winning in regular weather......

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Dracula's unhappy expression, and his tone became a little weak, "I...... I didn't mean to say it so loudly, I'm sorry, Professor Dracula......

"Forget it, fans are really unreasonable enough for this kind of group." Dracula shook his head with a smirk and snapped his fingers slightly.

place

The little wizards in the audience were still trying to keep their eyes open, trying not to let the rain interfere with their vision. However, all of a sudden, they noticed that the raindrops in the sky had fallen in a different position, as if they had deliberately bypassed their eyes. ….

Dracula watched as the little wizards' blank expressions gradually turned into excitement, and a smile was sparked.

Dumbledore, who was watching the game not far away, glanced at the spectator where Dracula was in surprise, and a funny smile appeared on his face.

"I'm very understanding of other people, so why do you pretend to be indifferent?" He chuckled and shook his head.

……

High in the air, Harry was still trying to fly, and he didn't know how long the game had been.

He was soaking wet and frozen stiff, and it was hard to see his teammates, let alone the little golden snitch.

Galloping over the court, he swept past the red and yellow figures of the lake, and he couldn't see the specific situation of the game at all. In the midst of the raging winds, he couldn't even hear the comments from the audience.

Both times, Harry came close to being hit by Bludger's broomstick. The rain had made his sight so heavy that he couldn't see them crashing into the opposite side.

Slowly, his arms became sore, and it seemed to be getting harder and harder to keep the broomstick flying in a straight line.

The sky was getting darker and darker, as if the night had decided to come early.

On a couple of occasions, Harry came close to crashing into another player, and it was unknown if it was his teammate or the opposing player. Now everyone was drenched, and the rain was so dense that it was impossible for him to see the Golden Snitch clearly......

"Toto—"

Mrs. Hooch's whistle was accompanied by the first lightning blowing.

Harry could only see Wood's silhouette in the dense rain curtain, and Wood was beckoning Harry to come down to the ground.

Then, the whole team was splashed with rain and fell into the mud on the ground.

"I called a timeout!" Amid the wind and rain and thunder, Wood yelled at the team, "Come on, get down there—"

They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the pitch. Harry took off his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his soaked robe, which looked even dirtier.

"What's the score?" He asked hurriedly.

"We're fifty points ahead," Wood said, "but it's not going to be too big, it's up to the Seeker."

"I can't see the road with my glasses, let alone catch the Golden Snitch." Harry waved his glasses and said with a look of chagrin.

At that moment, Hermione came out of nowhere, with her cloak on, squeezing under the big umbrella on the side of the court, and still having a smile on her face.

"I have an idea, Harry!" She excitedly said, "Give me your glasses, quick!"

Harry was puzzled, but out of trust, he handed her the glasses.

Hermione, under the astonished gaze of the whole team, tapped Harry's glasses with her wand and read:

"Ieruious!"

"Alright!" She said, handing the glasses back to Harry, "It's a fire and water spell, and the rain won't get in the way of your glasses!"

After the timeout was over, the players on both sides flew back into the dense rain.

Hermione's spell worked. Although his hands and feet were numb from the cold and soaking wet, Harry could see it.

He picked himself up again and made up his mind, urging his Light Wheel 2000 through the chaotic air currents to find the Golden Snitch in all directions. ….

Thunder rang out one after another, followed by lightning bolts of different shapes. The situation was getting more and more dangerous in the sky, and Harry knew he had to catch the golden snitch as quickly as possible.

So he turned around and wanted to get back to the middle of the court.

But just then, another thick bolt of lightning lit up the stands—

Harry saw something that completely distracted him: the silhouette of a huge, shag-haired black dog that was clearly visible in the sky

Clearly, it was on a row of empty seats at the top of the stands.

He thought of what the professor of the divination class he had taken this semester, Sybil Trelawney, had said—

"'Ominous,' my dear child,' ominous,!" Professor Trelawney saw his divination in class and exclaimed in shock, "That big ghostly dog roaming the cemetery! My dear child, this is a bad omen...... The worst omen...... A sign of death!"

He remembered the huge black dog he had seen before he met Tonks when he ran away from home.

Today, why did this black dog appear again?!

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

He brushed the soaked sea away from his eyes, and couldn't help but be distracted, and squinted his eyes to look at the stand, only to find that the black dog had disappeared for some time.

"Harry!" Wood's distressed shout came from Gryffindor's goal, "Harry, be serious, look behind you!"

Harry looked back in a panic to see Cedric speeding across the pitch, a small golden patch flashing between them in the rain......

It's the Golden Snitch!

In a panic, Harry threw himself on the broomstick, spun and rushed towards the golden flash.

"Come on!" He yelled at his Halo 2000, letting the rain lap on his cheeks, "Quick! Hurry up!"

However, something strange happened suddenly.

In the scene where the wind was blowing, the rain crackling, and the thunder thundering, suddenly fell silent.

The wind was still as strong as ever, but it forgot to roar, like an old television set, and someone had turned it off abruptly; It was as if Harry had suddenly become deaf......

He had a premonition that something bad was about to happen!

The next moment, a strange and familiar terrible cold snap came over him, rushing into his body, and it was only then that he realized that something was moving above the court......

Harry didn't have time to think about it, so he looked away from the Golden Snitch and looked to the side.

At least a hundred Dementors were suspended in the air, their faces hidden beneath their turbans facing him. It was as if frozen water had risen from his breast, cutting through his internal organs.

Then he heard the same voices he had heard on the train—someone moaning, moaning in his head...... It's a woman...... This woman's voice is very familiar......

"Don't touch Harry. Don't move Harry...... Please don't touch Harry!"

"Sideways, you stupid woman...... Go aside, now ......."

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, unless you kill me first...... Kill me, get ......."

Harry's brain seemed to go numb and sink into a white mist......

He subconsciously wanted to help that woman, and she was going to die...... She's going to be murdered......

At the same time, Harry was still falling downward, falling in the cold mist.

"Don't touch Harry! Please don't move...... Sending out compassion...... Compassion ......"

A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry didn't know anything.

Before he fell into a coma, he saw a dazzling silver light take over the entire Quidditch pitch, and a voice of suppressed anger echoed through the sky, as if the rain and thunder had stopped at the anger of the voice.

"Who the hell gave you permission to enter Hogwarts, you disgusting things?!"

……

…….

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