Charon, Harry, and Hermione left the classroom with the rest of the class, and Hermione waited until everyone was too far to hear before shouting at Snape.

"Alright, don't be angry," Charon advised, "Professor Snape is a bit excessive, but I think you're too impulsive. Why should he find a chance to deduct so many points from Gryffindor? ”

"Don't you think he's dealing with Professor Lupin?" Harry exclaimed, "Why is he like this? Did you say it was all because of the Boggart incident? ”

"I think you're overdoing it," Charon disagreed with Harry's assumption, "Either way, it's a matter between the professors." Professor Lupin is not a submissive character, and besides, Headmaster Dumbledore is still here, so it is not Professor Snape's turn to call the shots. ”

"Anyway," Hermione said gloomily, "but I really hope Professor Louhu will get better soon......

Five minutes later, Ron caught up with them, furious.

"You know that...... (He scolds Snape for something, causing Charon to stop and shout, "Ron!") Do you tell me to do anything? Tell me to wipe the night pot in the hospital. No magic yet! He gasped with rage, his fists clenched. Why can't Blake hide in Snape's office, well, he can do it for us! ”

The next morning, the storm intensified, and the rumbling of thunder in mid-air, the sound of the wind crashing against the castle walls, and the sound of trees breaking in the Forbidden Forest in the distance continued to make people distracted to listen to it.

However, Quidditch matches are not canceled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm. Charon, Ron, and Hermione couldn't help but worry about Harry. Harry had breakfast early in the morning and rushed to the arena to prepare.

Quidditch was extremely popular, and despite the terrible weather, the whole school still went out to watch the game as usual. They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, their heads bowed against the wind. Because on the way their umbrellas were blown away from their hands by the wind. Charon had to perform a talisman to help him and Hermione keep the wind and rain out with his mana. Even so, he wasn't very interested in braving the rain to watch the game, and if it weren't for Harry in the ring, he might not have come.

The wind was blowing hard, and the players on both sides staggered when they walked to the court. In the rumbling thunder, the audience could not hear them even if they cheered for them. Charon, Hermione, and Ron were all worried about Harry, and oh my God, how could he see the Golden Snitch in the midst of such a storm?

Mrs. Hodge put the whistle to her lips and blew it hard, making a shrill whistle that sounded like it was coming from a distance, and the game began.

Harry rode fast, but his Halo 2000 wobbled a little in the wind. He clenched as tightly as he could, turned and rushed into the storm.

The viewer hides beneath a sea of cloaks and windswept umbrellas. Harry also seemed to have a hard time, and twice he was almost hit by a Bludger broomstick, and the rain blurred his vision, and he couldn't see them coming from the opposite side.

The sky was getting darker and darker, as if the night had decided to come early. Now everyone is drenched, and the rain is still so dense. Mrs. Hooch's whistle was accompanied by the first lightning blowing. The whole team splashed water and descended into the mud.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled at the team, "Come on, get down there......"

They huddled under a large umbrella on the edge of the court. Harry took off his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his robe.

"What's the score?"

"We're fifty points ahead," said Wood, "but, unless we get the Golden Snitch soon, we're going to be late into the night." ”

"I can't help it with glasses." Harry said ruefully, waving his glasses.

Just then, Hermione appeared next to Harry. She had come with a cloak on, and she was smiling.

"I've got an idea, Harry, give me your glasses, quick!"

He handed her the glasses, and the whole team watched in amazement, and Hermione tapped Harry's glasses with her wand and said, "Waterproof and moisture-proof!" ”

"Alright," she said, returning the glasses to Harry, "the water won't get in the way of your glasses!" Wood watched from the sidelines, as if he wanted to kiss her.

"That's great," he shouted hoarsely behind her, as she disappeared into the crowd.

"Alright, guys, do a good job!" Hermione's spell worked. Harry was still cold and numb with his hands and feet, still as wet as he had ever been in his life, but he could see it. He resolves to urge his broomstick through the turbulent currents to search for the Golden Snitch in all directions. There was another thunderclap, followed by fork lightning. It's getting more and more dangerous. Charon, Hermione, and Ron all braved the rain in the stands to cheer Harry on as hard as they could.

At that moment, a small golden patch flickered between them in the rain-soaked air, and Harry spun around on his broomstick, spinning and rushing towards the golden snitch.

However, something strange happened. There was a timid silence in the stepped stands around the runway; Although the wind was still as strong as before, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned it off. Then a familiar and terrible cold snap came over him, and Harry didn't have time to think before he took his eyes off the golden snitch and looked down.

At least a hundred Dementors stood below, their faces hidden beneath their turbans facing him. It was as if frozen water had risen from his breast.

"Harry, you can do it, I believe in you!" Just as Harry was panicking, Charon's voice came from his ears, and he whispered it to cheer Harry on. I believe that after two months of special training, Harry is no longer the child who is helpless in the face of Dementors.

"I can do it!" Charon's voice woke Harry and filled him with courage again, and the chill dissipated, and despite not having a wand in his hand, he still faced the horde of Dementors and shouted the incantation: "Divine Protection!" ”

A silver light poured out of Harry's brow, shining brightly, and a haughty stag jumped and ran, raising its huge antlers, and charged towards the group of Dementors, who shone silver everywhere they went, and the Dementors scattered one by one.

Harry's fear was gone, and he excitedly commanded his Soul Guards to charge around. Everyone in the audience was shocked by the sudden scene, and Hermione and Ron screamed and jumped in excitement. Only Charon covered his face with his hand, "This stupid man, he just has that little bit of divine soul power!" How dare you squander it like this! ”

Sure enough, the good times didn't last long, Harry suddenly felt dizzy, his whole body was weak, and the dazzling silver light quickly contracted and dissipated, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and barely controlled the broomstick, so as not to fall down immediately. At this moment, after the silver light dissipated, a trace of golden light flashed in front of Harry's eyes, and it was the Golden Snitch. Harry's body was far faster than his mind, and before his mind could react, he let go of his broomstick and pounced.

Everyone in the audience only saw that Harry's broomstick seemed to be out of control, and it fell down with Harry in a spiral, and the audience was suddenly in chaos, screaming and noisy.

"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.

Harry's eyes suddenly opened, and he was lying in the hospital. The Gryffindor House Quidditch team members were splattered from head to toe and were surrounding his bedside. Charon, Ron, and Hermione were there, too, as if they had just climbed out of the pool.

"Harry!" Charon asked, "What do you think?" ”

Harry's memories seemed to come back quickly: the lightning... The Golden Snitch... The Dementors... And his own god-calling guards

"What happened?" He said that the sudden sitting up startled them all.

"You've fallen," said Charon, "about fifty feet, and you're as good as you seem to be unharmed, except that you've fainted." ”

"We thought you were dead," Hermione said, her voice shaking, "everybody was startled, but Charon said you just fainted." ”

"But what happened in that game," said Harry, "? ”

"We've won!" The Gryffindor team cheered, "The Golden Snitch was in your hands when you fell, and it took a lot of effort to get it out of your hands!" You're simply amazing! ”

"That's great!" Harry was in ecstasy, in fact he had fainted at the end, and only subconsciously caught the Golden Snitch.

"But it's not over yet," Fred said, "and we won this one, and then we had to beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin." We can't do without you as a Seeker. ”

"Hufflepuff is going to drop at least two hundred points, and it's not to be feared." George said. "Now the key is Slytherin, 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 100-point thing."

Harry lay there, not saying a word, smiling as his teammates argued.

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

"We'll see you later." Fred told Harry, "Harry will always be our best Seeker. ”

The team is gone, leaving behind a trail of mud.

Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking displeased. Charon, Ron, and Hermione approached Harry's bedside.

"Dumbledore is really angry," Hermione said, sticking out her tongue, "I've never seen him so angry. He waved his wand at the Dementors, casting a call on them. The Dementor actually came to the court, and he was so angry about it, we heard him ......"