Crookshank retracted his paws, crouched on the Sorting Hat, and howled obediently.

"Do me a favor." With a flick of his wand, the parchment on the table twisted and twisted into a black dog the size of a palm, "If you meet a black dog, a black dog like Spotted, you come and let me know." ”

Crookshank meows twice.

"Well, like last time, find the last two pounds of rations." Harry nodded in response.

Crookshank meowed a few more times.

"I don't have time during this time, Hermione is right, I need to find out the environment of the Forbidden Forest and find out the way before the snow falls." Harry rubbed its head, "So you've had a little over a month. ”

Crookshank stepped on the Sorting Hat and meowed highly.

"No, you can't give you a hat." Harry decisively refused.

Crook Hill is aggrieved.

"The hat isn't mine." Harry patiently explained, "And there's a lot of stuff in there, and sometimes I have to use it. ”

"Well, how about I borrow you for Saturday night at the most?"

Crookshank reluctantly complied, picking up his sorting hat and jumping off the table.

"Don't take it out of the common room, if you're going to be with Hedwig, call them here." Harry patched up, causing Crookhill to stiffen, jumped back on the table, reluctantly meowed, and crawled out of the common room.

Hermione and Ron were stunned.

"When did you learn cat language?" Hermione thought it was incredible.

Harry shook his head, "Cat language? I won't. ”

"But ...... you" Hermione pointed to Harry and then to the entrance to the common room, a little difficult to speak, her ears and cheeks were a little red.

Is this a cat talk?

I hugged Crook Hill and whispered a lot!

Harry explained, "It's easy to understand, you can guess it. ”

"Can't really speak cat language?" Hermione was suspicious.

Harry nodded sincerely, "Really." ”

Hermione wasn't convinced, and was a little worried, but Harry had said so, and she couldn't keep asking.

November arrived, and Harry was busier.

Daily confinement, make-up lessons, heavier Quidditch training, and spending the weekend in the Forbidden Forest to draw new maps and find paths.

Occasionally, the Weasley brothers are encountered in the Forbidden Forest.

They are very measured.

In the forbidden forest, he never overcomes, only active at the edge and in the shallow layers, picking up some materials and herbs, and never doing dangerous things.

Even if a pint of eight-eyed spiders had a hundred Galleons of venom, they were now in the fifth grade, and they had the ability to deal with one, or even ten, at most.

They never provoke those things.

Harry explored deeper and deeper in the Forbidden Forest.

Thousands of years have passed, and things are not people.

What was once a forest has become a swamp.

Once the home of Thestrals, it is now occupied by the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider.

Once the abode of fairies, a nest was built by a troll.

The route planned on the map simply won't work, and if the little wizard recklessly breaks in, if he is lucky enough not to fall into the swamp and be gutted by the swamp, it will also become a meal for the eight-eyed spiders.

For a month, Harry had barely managed to find a relatively safe path.

I don't know how many dark magic creatures have become the material in his pocket.

The Sorting Hat said bluntly, I can't eat it anymore, spare it, it's already full, it's about to overflow.

The first battle of the Quidditch Cup has finally begun.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Today's weather is a bit bad, since the morning, there are rains, and by the morning, the raindrops are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that the rain will end the whole year.

The wind was also strong.

The stands at the Quidditch pitch were all scraped to the ground.

However, in this extremely bad weather, Quidditch still did not stop, and Professor McGonagall took action and used a Transfiguration Charm to stabilize all the stands.

There is no way to do it in the heavy rain.

The little wizards, dressed in raincoats, had to keep watching the game - even though the rain was heavy and the fog was growing, they could only see the head of the previous person at most.

Hermione stood in front of the break room, watching the players change into their uniforms and come out.

"Didn't you do anything to protect yourself?" Hermione was a little surprised, at least she should have approved a raincoat.

Fred replied, "We don't need that kind of thing!" ”

"That's right!"

"It's impossible for this bad weather to affect us!"

The other Quidditch players echoed in loud voices, as if their roar could dispel the storm.

Hermione raised her wand and waved it at Harry, about to cast the spell.

Harry pressed her hand, "I don't think you can use a spell. ”

Wood walked over with a straight face: "Yes, you can't use any spells, no magic items, no magic items in Quidditch matches. ”

"The movement of wizards is not allowed to use magic." Hermione muttered that she didn't quite understand the sport.

Wood raised his fist high: "It's a challenge!" ”

"It's chivalry!"

"Lions, let us go in groups and tear apart the mean, the lowly, the cunning, the sinister ......"

He said this, a little stuck, struggling to say more adjectives.

"There are no fangs." Fred added.

George followed: "Thin, short, small." ”

The boys laughed.

Angelina snickered, and Hermione glared, a little puzzled.

"Yes, Fred was right." Wood continued to raise his fist high, "Let me shred that group of short, thin, small, non-venomous snakes!" ”

George also raised his fists and bumped them together, complaining dissatisfiedly: "It's short, thin and small, that's what I said, I'm George." ”

Wood was stunned: "Oh, well, for what George said." ”

They walked out of the locker room in a menacing manner.

Slytherin and Gryffindor greeted each other politely—when Wood and Flint shook hands, they were only riveting enough to smash each other's hands, and did not immediately start fighting.

With Professor Hodge a whistle.

Players from both teams take to the skies.

The Slytherins seemed to be playing defensive counter-attacking tactics today, starting the game without rushing to attack, and even two batsmen and two chasers simply gave up the attack and surrounded Harry.

The Slytherins still have money.

Their broomsticks were all Halo 2001, and while they weren't as good as Harry's, they were dirty enough.

If you want to be thrown off, you pull your robe and broom.

If it doesn't work, it will hit it hard.

Do whatever it takes to stop Harry from finding the Golden Snitch.

In just five minutes, Gryffindor was already 30 to 10 - all 30 points came from Professor Hodge's blow, and Slytherin shifted his weight to Harry, who still couldn't gain a clear advantage in the situation with more than the opponent.

The two new chasers are not very experienced, and this extreme weather is even more challenging for them.

The wind and rain are getting stronger.

Harry had found the Golden Snitch, a small flickering golden dot, flying near the court's sewers, and it seemed to be a little afraid of the rain and was trying to figure out how to avoid the weather.

Harry dived, and was grabbed by the Slytherin players.

"Don't think about it, Potter!" A chaser roared.

The other shouted, "Draco, the Golden Snitch is here!" ”

But it didn't work.

The wind and rain were so loud that Malfoy was on the other side, and he couldn't hear his shout.

Harry couldn't wait to punch these people in the face, maltose-like sticky, and there were so many small movements that he couldn't shake them off.

Just when he was thinking of a way.

Suddenly—

All around was quiet, and even the sound of the wind and rain was silenced.

An even more intense chill came from under the stadium.

This feeling of familiarity......

Harry looked down.

It's a Dementor.

And there was more than one, it seemed that all the Dementors arranged near Hogwarts were gathered here, densely packed, more than a hundred.

They are silent and silent.

But they are full of greed.

One by one, he lifted his hood and sucked in the air, and the little wizard sitting at the bottom of the Quidditch pitch had a trembling and pale face.

Harry immediately pulled out his wand and aimed it at them.

"Divine Guard!"

The huge lion pounced angrily at the group, slapping them one by one, knocking them backwards, and the fear of the Patronus made them instinctively take a step back.

But the desire for great emotions makes them overflow.

Harry looked into the stands.

The old man stood up, as angry as the second-year man had faced Voldemort, raised his wand aloft, and pronounced the spell clearly.

It was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore cast a spell so formally.

The power of emotions surges.

And then there's the magic.

Majestic, huge, and breathtaking, a huge silver phoenix poured out of his wand and swept into the dementor pile, and with a flick of its wings, dozens of dementors flew upside down.

Harry's lion was inspired and fought harder.

More than a hundred Dementors were driven away almost instantly.

Harry stared thoughtfully at the slowly dissipating phoenix, then at Dumbledore, contemplating what he had sensed for that moment.

The players who were still flying on the field were still frozen in their minds and bodies at that moment.

The sound of the wind and the rain gradually returned.

Harry withdrew his wand and shook off the Slytherin men, catching the golden snitch hiding in the stands in just one minute.

Professor Hooch blew the whistle.

This is like a soul whistle, sobering up all the little wizards watching the game.

That's when they erupted into a scream.

Panic, panic.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and began to organize the evacuation of the students, and Dumbledore hurried out of Hogwarts Castle with a grimace.

I didn't keep my promise!

Let the Dementors in.

Harry landed, sighed, and walked to the door of the lounge.

Hermione and Ron, their faces pale and trembling, had come into contact with the Dementors for the first time - on the train, they hadn't seen them, and before they could get to the back of the car, they were chased away by Harry.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked, trembling and concerning.

Harry waved his wand and uttered a spell to dry her and Ron's clothes, and by the way, his own, "Let's look at yourselves, I should ask you that." ”

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