Hogwarts Everything is Three

The first Quidditch match is approaching, and the weather is getting worse, but the Ravenclaws who are eager to win are not afraid at all, as if nothing can stop their desire for victory.

In the last training before the first game of the Quidditch season, Roger Davis told everyone the bad news, "Our first team to play against has become Slytherin."

"Why?" the players asked in unison.

"The Slytherin captain-the reason for the repeater Flint is that their seeker's arm is still injured and cannot play against Gryffindor." Roger gritted his teeth angrily and said, "They did this. The reason is obvious. I don’t want to play in this weather, thinking it will reduce their chances of winning..."

"But we have been training for Hufflepuff's tactics for a long time." Qiu Zhang's cheeks became red, not knowing whether it was because of anger after the exercise.

The storm raged all day, and when Qiu Zhang spoke, they could still hear the rumble of thunder coming from a distance.

"In that case, we should use all our strength to let the Slytherins realize that-we are more terrifying than the storm! Their little tricks are not effective for us!" Allen said solemnly.

For the current Slytherin, they were obviously very proud of their behavior, and they disrupted the battle plans of several other colleges.

On the morning of Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, the wind was howling and the rain was stronger than ever. The corridors and auditorium were too dim, and there were more torches and lanterns. Slytherin's team members all showed a gleeful expression.

Draco Malfoy was the most proud. "Oh, I hope my arms feel better!" He sighed, as the wind hit the window outside.

"It's shameless!" Penello bitterly stirred the pumpkin porridge in the bowl, she was not the only one cursing.

Quidditch matches will not be cancelled due to trivial things like lightning storms.

When the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players were on the field, they gave the spectators in the stands a majestic feeling of death.

This is definitely a difficult duel, and the cold rain is like splashing and falling. In the squally wind, the audience in the stands could not hear the commentary and could not see the game.

The players who shuttled on the court felt even worse. They became stiff from the cold, and it became harder and harder to grasp the broom.

Gryffindor’s captain Wood called a timeout, and Allen sincerely hoped that whoever it is, it is best to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the game.

The players on the field again drove their broomsticks through the gusty rain, looking around looking for the snitch. Gryffindor looks more vigorous and is indeed a tenacious team.

There was a thunderbolt, followed by zigzag lightning. The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Another flash of lightning illuminates the stands, and Allen’s attention is focused on the Gryffindor stands: the outline of a **** dog with unkempt fur, set off very clearly by the sky, staying in the top row of empty seats on.

"Damn it!" Allen couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Didn't I ask Maggie to tell him not to come! This brat!"

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

However, a strange thing happened. A strange silence passed across the stadium. Although the wind was still so strong, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

Then, a familiar and terrifying chill hit Allen and penetrated his body.

Allen moved his gaze from a high altitude to the ground. At least a hundred dementors were standing underneath. All the hidden faces were raised, looking for Black's trace in the stands. They didn't even let the little wizard flying in the air, looking carefully.

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

Professor Dumbledore stood up in the stands, waving his wand, and Harry's speed when he landed suddenly slowed down. Then he turned his wand toward the dementors and shot silver objects at them.

Almost at the same time on the other side of the stand, Alan took out his wand without hesitation, stood up, "Call God, guard!" A phoenix spouted from the top of his wand, hovering towards the group of dementors.

This is the best opportunity for actual combat. The little wizards of Ravenclaw pulled out their magic wands, desperately thinking about their happiest things.

Of course, the courage of the little wizards is commendable, but the actual effect is extremely limited. Most of the little wizards of Ravenclaw who had participated in the training camp had only a silver air mass appearing at the top of their wands, not in shape.

Only the patron saint of Penello and a few senior students-under the dexterous lead of Penello's fox, flew out of the stands and rushed to the large group of dementors.

The professors also drew out their magic wands and issued their patron saints.

Two phoenixes took the lead, followed by the patron saints of various animals. The dementors immediately left the stadium and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is he dead?" Michael asked in fear.

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

"And the ground is soft, but fortunately the rain is heavy." Penello added.

Professor Dumbledore rushed to the court and commanded Harry to fly onto a stretcher with his magic wand, and then strode towards the castle. Harry's stretcher floated, closely behind.

Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, holding the Golden Snitch in his hand, looked a little at a loss. Then, Cedric, who was relieved, applied to Madam Hooch for a rematch, but Gryffindor Oliver Wood, the captain of Hufflepuff, thinks that Hufflepuff won and Gryffindor lost.

When all the little wizards left the stands, Wood was still kneeling in the muddy water, looking extremely sad-he was about to graduate ~www.ltnovel.com~ In fact, many students would not take the exam in this grade. Quidditch game.

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

Harry was admitted to the school hospital, and Allen was not worried about his safety at all. But if he didn't visit, he would seem cold and ruthless. After all, he and Harry had no direct conflicts, and theoretically they were still good friends.

So Allen took some sweets bought in Hogsmeade and went to the school hospital.

"Ellen, I didn't expect you to come to see us as a pureblood." Ron said weirdly, sitting on Harry's bedside.

Hermione pursed her lips and pulled Ron with an embarrassed look on her face and whispered, "Be aware of Ron! Don't let Malfoy's words affect you! The wand you use now is made by Alan!"

"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery." Allen ignored Ron, who was flushed with Hermione's words, and gave Harry the candy he had wrapped.

"Thank you, Ellen." Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just took the candy-Harry actually wanted to tell Ellen how he felt at this time. He felt that he was really "ominous", and the dementors also caused him great troubles.

Harry’s troubles could not be confided to Hermione and Ron, because he knew Ron would panic, Hermione would sneer—and Alan would help him solve the problem, but now Harry finds that he has said no. After the exit, these words choked in his heart, making Harry feel heavier.

When did he become so alienated from Alan? Freig, his friend in the Muggle school, almost disappeared from him, and Neville became even closer...