Chapter 703 A Match that Even an Army of Dementors Cannot Stop

The heavy rain poured down, and after a gust of howling wind, the players on both sides of the field were struggling to keep their flying brooms steady.

Vincent was no exception.

But anyone who could be selected into the school team, even if he was a substitute, could perfectly deal with this small situation.

After the episode, the game went on as usual.

Although the temperature around them dropped sharply, it could not extinguish the determination of both sides to win.

The furious Flint flew towards the Quaffle like a train of trucks speeding in the air.

To be precise, he hit it with his hard elbow.

Vincent braked quickly.

Beta's performance was not as good as the rogue rabbit, but with his superb control, he still managed to avoid this insidious elbow.

The insidious trick hurt others and himself, and the Quaffle whizzed past Draco's side face.

Harry, who was dangling behind him, quickly turned his head and narrowly avoided it.

"Flint! You are shameless!" George and Fred's scolding made the girls collectively denounce.

There is no sportsmanship, this has risen to the level of personal grudge.

Unfortunately, in the storm, the referee Mrs. Hoch didn't see what happened at all.

Flint gestured to his own batsman, and a bludger immediately hit Vincent.

If you can't fight hard, then interfere. This is the Slytherin team's usual tactic against Gryffindor's top scorer.

It can be easily dealt with when there is a rogue rabbit, but it is a bit difficult for Beta.

Several times, they were narrowly avoided, and the boys couldn't help but feel worried.

They were scared, very scared.

George and Fred increased their height, "Vincent! We will cover you!"

"No! You go to protect Katie and Angelina!"

Slytherin had just scored 10 points. If Draco caught the Golden Snitch again, the game would be lost.

Vincent turned to face the twins, looking at ease, "Don't worry! I can handle it!"

One person attracted the firepower of half a team, and it was impossible not to accept it.

Flint's calculations failed.

Gryffindor's formation is an iron wall, and they can't break through with so few people.

But letting Vincent go will only make the situation worse. If they persist, they will always find an opportunity.

Draco suddenly stopped and stared coldly at the surrounded figure in the sky.

He turned and smiled contemptuously at Harry, "Potter! Wayne is just holding on! Can't you see that!"

Of course they knew.

Harry's firm eyes did not hesitate at all, "So we can't let him down!"

Draco turned around indifferently, "A bunch of idiots!"

He didn't understand, he didn't understand at all.

Collective interests are far more important than personal interests at times.

Suddenly, a golden figure crossed the lawn below.

Draco pressed down the broom handle hard, but Harry behind him was one step faster.

The two brooms were equally matched, and the slower one was slower.

The Golden Snitch seemed to sense the movement behind him and kept circling left and right on the lawn.

Harry was very upset for missing the opportunity.

If it could be faster, it would be better.

The grass tip scratched his trouser legs, and he flew almost close to the ground.

The teachers and students in the stands were all frightened for him.

At such a speed, if he was not careful, he would break his bones even if he fell into the mud.

Such a scene inexplicably appeared in their minds, like an unforgettable nightmare.

Draco, who was following Harry, slowed down, his face pale.

The rain was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering.

It was only November now, it shouldn't be like this.

In fact, it was not just him, the students in the audience stands had already felt something was wrong.

This was a kind of deja vu, as if the despair that wanted to crush everything was a breath of despair.

Hermione suddenly stood up and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

The little yellow umbrella slowly slipped from her hand.

Daphne quickly picked up the umbrella, "What's wrong? Why is your expression..."

The doubts stopped abruptly.

That piece was not a dark cloud at all, but a dense black figure overlapping.

The students around also found something strange.

"Phew..." They covered their mouths in fear.

A light blue translucent phoenix suddenly appeared and flew around the entire stadium.

Dumbledore tightly grasped the old wand in his hand, and his sharp eyes locked on the army of Dementors in the sky.

"Expecto Patronus!" The professors waved their wands and summoned their own patronuses.

"Albus!" McGonagall's face was full of fear, "We must stop the game immediately!"

The stadium was not affected, and they seemed to focus all their attention on the game.

Dumbledore looked serious, "Wait a minute."

McGonagall saw that he was rarely angry, and her hand holding the wand stopped shaking.

The Ministry of Magic must give the school a reasonable explanation for what happened today.

Snape in another stand had a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on Harry who was still chasing the Golden Snitch on the lawn.

Even the sick Lupin summoned an incomplete patronus in the form of a ball of light, but he had no intention of taking action at all.

Even the students tried to recite the spell one after another. Could it be that he really couldn't use the Patronus Charm?

The dark army of Dementors did not retreat at all, but swooped down towards the stadium.

They could not be killed, and no matter how strong the Patronus was, it could only temporarily disperse them.

But there was a dense army of Dementors here, and it was destined to be a difficult and protracted battle.

The players in the stadium finally noticed something, but the oncoming Dementors did not stop them.

Gryffindor did not retreat, nor did Slytherin.

Draco stopped at the sidelines.

Vincent was still surrounded, and Harry did not give up chasing the Golden Snitch.

He did not understand, and he might never understand.

It was just an ordinary intramural game, was it worth them to disregard the danger?

"Maybe they didn't find the Dementors? Yes, it must be like this..."

Draco muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly.

Did they really not know?

No, they knew.

But the heart-pounding fear and despair did not defeat them, but became their motivation to win the game.

"Good opportunity!" Betty scored, and the score came to 160:10.

Even if they got the Golden Snitch, it would only be a tie.

Draco was stunned for a moment, and Angelina also scored successfully.

If they didn't do something, Slytherin would lose.

He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was making a very important decision.

He loosened his clenched fist and gripped the broom handle tightly.

The speed increased to the extreme, and soon Harry's back was clearly visible.

"Potter! I won't lose to you!"

The distance was getting closer and closer, and when he was about to reach out and touch his back, Harry suddenly increased his altitude rapidly.

The Golden Snitch shot into the sky like a cannonball, and Draco gritted his teeth and raised the broom to chase after it.

It was very magical that the negative emotions that constantly eroded his heart and made him unable to resist were weakening little by little.

But the place where the Golden Snitch was heading was the Dementors coming down.

Draco slowed down unconsciously.

It was not so easy to face fear and despair, even though most of the Dementors had been dispelled by the Patronuses.

But behind the Golden Snitch, Harry was still following closely.

Seeing that they were about to rush into the Dementors, all the teachers and students in the school could not help but pause.

The sound of rain was so quiet that it was completely inaudible, and everything around seemed to be non-existent.

Faster, faster.

Almost, almost caught.

With everyone's prayers, Harry successfully reached out and caught the Golden Snitch.

But unfortunately, he fell into the Dementors and lost his trace.

A moment later, a figure fell down.

"Harry!"

Countless screams rang out.

The direct contact with the Dementors made him faint instantly.

"Ouch--" With a shrill howl, a black shadow rushed into the stadium from outside the stadium.

Its speed was so fast that it could not be distinguished by the naked eye. It seemed to rush in desperately.

If someone noticed, they could roughly see that it was a medium-sized black-haired animal.

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