No one could have imagined that the long-awaited Quidditch Preliminary Tournament would end in this way.

Hufflepuff won, but there was not much excitement on their faces, Gryffindor lost the first game, but they also had no energy to grieve, even Slytherin, forgetting to sneer at the Gryffindor team that had suffered a tragic loss, and most of the young wizards of the four houses gathered in their respective common rooms, discussing the shocking scene that had just taken place on the playground.

The young wizards learned from the graduating seniors and seniors that the magic that Professor Bryan cast was called the Patronus Charm, a very advanced white magic designed to deal with terrifying Dementors.

"Deal with?"

In the Hufflepuff lounge, Justin Finchrie babbled to his classmates around him,

"I thought the snake was the owner of the Dementors!"

"Don't say that, Justin--"

Hannah said in a reproachful tone,

"We can't make the same mistake, can we, last school year, in Lockhart's big liar duel class, Potter used his parseltongue to stop Malfoy's snake from attacking you... Today's situation is similar to then, the professors have already said that Professor Bryan only used a Patronus charm that he modified to deal with the Dementors, but that spell was not actually combated, so so... It's kind of weird..."

"I feel like it's just prevaricating us, Hannah."

Justin said unconvincedly.

"At least--"

Ernie shrugged his shoulders to express his opinion, "At least after Professor Bryan conjured a Patronus, I didn't feel cold... Until then, hiss... I'd rather die than go to Azkaban. ”

There are many more similar discussions.

"Esoteric white magic, do you believe this kind of nonsense, according to me, it is a very deep black magic!"

In the green basement of Slytherin, Draco said excitedly,

"I've known for a long time that he has this ability, and I dare say, even the Dark Lord won't have to do it!"

In the current Slytherin House, there are many young wizards whose parents are loyal followers of Voldemort, and among these young wizards, the vast majority of them still believe that the Dark Lord is the savior who can bring unprecedented glory to the pure-blood family.

As a result, Draco's assessment did not receive the flattery he expected, and even his two loyal henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, looked like they were ready to speak.

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey saw off the captain of the Gryffindor team who had come to see Harry, cleaning up the muddy water from the ground with a displeased expression.

After a period of precipitation and Professor Blaine's explanation, Hermione and Ron finally stood together again, although the matter of Spotted was still a knot in his two hearts, but both of them tacitly ignored this matter.

"You can't imagine how big that thing is, Harry!"

Ron gestured desperately to Harry with open arms, and he said in a tone full of awe with a look on his face,

"The serpent was as tall as a Gryffindor tower, with a pair of wings on its back, all silvery white at first, but then one turned black for some unknown reason, those Dementors... They flew around that black wing..."

Ron seemed to be looking for a metaphor to describe the Dementors when they were on their wings, but he couldn't find any suitable adjectives, and in the end, he had to throw out the word 'kind'.

"It's not normal, is it?"

Unlike Ron, who was excited, Hermione looked worried,

"That spell of Professor Bryan looks like Professor Lupin when he dealt with the Dementor who came to search on the train... They're all silver creatures that emit a silvery mist, but their effects are very different..."

"Maybe Professor Bryan is more skilled in this magic,"

Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a tone of course,

"It's a self-explanatory thing, isn't it, Bibi can see the size of the things he has conjured up."

"Those Dementors..."

To be able to see Ron and Hermione able to resume normal communication is probably a rare thing for Harry to be happy after today's encounter, he has been lying on the hospital bed silently listening to Ron and Hermione exchange Professor Brian's Patronus...

From Ron's description, Harry could have imagined what an amazing thing Professor Bryan had made, but he wasn't in the mood to be surprised by that right now...

Because he had once again failed in front of the Dementors, Gryffindor had lost this vital match, and, in his confusion, the humble voice of pity.

"What about the Dementors?"

Ha asked in a low voice.

"It's all locked up... Professor Bryan was angry, I've never seen him look like that--"

Hermione said in a trembling voice,

"He probably felt that he was derelict in his duty, and when Professor McGonagall asked him what he was going to do with the Dementors as he flew off the club, he said he was going to wait for Fudge himself to come and ask him why the Dementors were out of control."

Harry pursed his lips and nodded, his mind once again occupied by the voice of despair.

A fierce gust of wind broke into the room through the cracks in the unclosed window sashes, and the curtains were blown to the ground.

Ron hurriedly ran over and closed the window, and when he turned back, Harry finally looked up again,

"My broom, did you pick it up for me?"

Looking at Ron, who was stumbling on his feet, Harry's mood that had sunk to the bottom looked at the fall again, and he subconsciously asked,

"What's the matter, it's not going to break, right?"

"That's not -- "

Hermione said hesitantly,

"That's right... When you fall, it gets blown away by the wind... Everyone is frightened by Professor Blaine's Patronus... So, well... You know that beating willow is right next to the playground..."

.........

Principal's Office

Fawkes held his head high, his ruby eyes reflecting a wandering 'silver dragon', and a row of portraits whispering on the walls, at the center of their discussion was the same black-and-white winged beetle snake roaming around the office.

Dumbledore's expression was more serious than ever, his blue pupils were brighter than ever, as if he was really radiating light, and his state did put some pressure on Amosta who was standing beside him.

"It's alright, Amosta--"

After a while, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said tiredly.

The small voices in the office seemed to have disappeared after Dumbledore had said this, and even the portraits had stopped for a while, expecting him to give everyone an answer.

"Did you find anything, Headmaster?"

Amosta waved away the Patronus, his expression calm without a hint of wave.

"Sit down and talk--"

Dumbledore returned to his desk and beckoned Amosta to sit down, the eyes of the two pairs of heterochromatic pupils meeting in the office, but neither of them noticed anything in the other's eyes, because both of them had used Occlumency.

"Before we use our fascinating imagination to make those wild guesses, Amosta... I have to start by asking."

Dumbledore put his hands on his chin and said solemnly,

"Is there anything you want to say to me... I mean, some of your experiences will help us get closer to the truth in our next guesses. ”

Some experiences...

The prophecy of the sacrifices of the Druids who inexplicably involved themselves?

The island of Avalon that has collapsed?

The Gryffindor that appeared in front of him across a thousand years?

Or is it the double snake staff that was prophesied to be picked up by himself, but somehow took the initiative to break out of his control and disappeared without a trace with the woman of Cleona?

Amosta sighed inwardly...

Why is this world so hostile to the traversers?



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