The first Quidditch match is approaching and the weather is getting worse.

But the Ravenclaws, hungry for the title, were undaunted, as if nothing could stop their desire to win.

In the last training session before the first game of the Quidditch season, Roger Davies gave the not-so-good news, "Our first team to play against was Slytherin. ”

"Why?" the team members asked in unison.

Flint's reasoning was that their Seeker still had an arm injury and couldn't play against Gryffindor. Roger gritted his teeth angrily and said, "The reason why they did this is obvious. Don't want to play in this kind of weather, thinking it will reduce their chances of winning......"

"But we've been training our tactics against Hufflepuff for a long time. Qiu Zhang's cheeks turned red, I don't know if it was because of the exercise, or because of anger.

The storm raged all day, and as Qiu Zhang spoke, they could still hear rumbling thunder in the distance.

"In that case, it's all the more important that we do our best to make the Slytherins realize that we're more terrifying than the Tempest!" Alan muttered.

For the current Slytherins, they were clearly proud of their actions - they had disrupted the battle plans of several other houses.

On the morning of Gryffindor's battle against Hufflepuff, the wind howled and the rain fell harder than ever.

The corridors and auditoriums were too dim, and more torches and lanterns were lit.

The Slytherin team members all had gloating expressions, and Malfoy was the most proud.

"Well, I wish my arm felt better!" he sighed, as the wind outside pounded against the window.

"Shameless!" Penelope stirred the pumpkin porridge in the bowl with hatred.

She's not the only one swearing.

Quidditch matches are not canceled for something as trivial as a lightning storm.

When the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players came on the pitch, they brought a heroic feeling to the spectators in the stands.

It was definitely a tough showdown, and the icy rain was pouring and pouring.

In the howling wind, the spectators in the stands could not hear the commentary at all, nor could they see the game clearly.

And the players who shuttled around the field felt even worse.

They were frozen and stiffened, and it became harder and harder to hold on to the broom.

Gryffindor's captain, Wood, called a timeout, and Alan sincerely hoped that whoever it was, it would be better to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the match.

The players who returned to the field rode their brooms through the storm and looked around looking for the Snitch.

Gryffindor looks even more imposing. This is indeed a tenacious team.

A thunderclap exploded, followed by a zigzag bolt of lightning.

The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Another bolt of lightning lit up the stands, and Allen's attention was focused on the Gryffindor stands: the outline of a large, unkempt black dog, clearly set off by the sky, resting on the empty row of seats at the top.

"Damn!" Alan couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"They've found the Golden Snitch!" Michael said excitedly.

However, a strange thing happened.

There was an eerie silence throughout the stadium.

Although the wind was still so strong, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

Then, a terrifying familiar chill struck Allen, invading his body.

Alan moved his gaze from high above to the ground, where at least a hundred Dementors stood below, their hidden faces all raised, looking for traces of Blake in the stands.

They didn't even let go of the little wizard flying in the air, looking at it carefully.

There was a piercing scream from the stands, and Harry fell straight from the sky.

Professor Dumbledore rushed onto the pitch and waved his wand, slowing Harry to the ground as he landed.

He then turned his wand at the Dementors and shot something silver at them.

Without hesitation, Alan drew his wand and stood up.

"Guardian of the Gods!" a phoenix erupted from the tip of his wand, spiraling toward the group of Dementors.

It was the best chance of a real fight, and the little wizards of Ravenclaw drew their wands one after another, desperately thinking about what was happiest for them.

The courage of the young wizards is commendable, but the actual effect is extremely limited.

Most of the Ravenclaw wizards who participated in the training camp only had a silver air mass at the tip of their wands, which was not shaped.

Only Penelope's patronus, the fox, deftly flew out of the stands and rushed towards the horde of Dementors.

The professors also drew their wands and sent out their patronus.

Two phoenixes took the lead, followed by various animal patronus, and the Dementors immediately left the stadium and disappeared in an instant.

"Is he dead?" asked Michael, fearfully.

"No, he didn't even break his glasses. Alan replied in a deep voice.

"And the ground is soft, but luckily it's raining heavily. Penelope added.

Professor Dumbledore used his wand to direct Harry to fly to a stretcher, and then strode towards the castle.

Harry's stretcher floated, following closely behind.

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory looked a little dazed with the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Cedric and Mrs. Hodge applied for a rematch, but Wood decided that Hufflepuff had won and Gryffindor had lost.

When all the young wizards had left the stands, Wood was still kneeling in the muddy water, looking extremely sad.

"Alan, we must not follow in Gryffindor's footsteps!" Roger patted Allen on the shoulder and looked at Wood in the rain, his tone heavy.

Harry was admitted to the school hospital, and Alan was not worried about his safety at all.

But if you don't visit, you can't help but look ruthless.

So, Alan took some candy he had bought at Hogsmeade and headed to the school hospital.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to come to see Harry. Ron sat at the head of Harry's bed and said in a strange voice.

Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Ron with a look of disapproval.

"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery. Ignoring Ron's strange appearance, Alan gave Harry the candy he had packaged.

"Thank you, Alan. Harry blinked and took the candy.

Harry actually wanted to tell Alan how he felt at this point.

He felt that he had really encountered "ominous". There are also Dementors, which also cause him great troubles.

Harry couldn't confide in Hermione and Ron about these troubles, because he knew that Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff.

Alan was the best person to talk to, but Harry couldn't speak, and the words choked on his heart, making Harry feel even heavier.

When did he become so estranged from Allen?