Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 153 The Big Threat——The Dementors Attack!
"Although I don't know Animagus, but you must know that it is best to make Animagus contact with someone accompanied," Dumbledore's eyes flashed, as if he wanted to see through Hera. "Why don't we go together when the Quidditch game is over, you know, I don't want to miss a wonderful game."

Hera pouted indifferently, "Of course."

Animagus needs to be used in conjunction with that small potion, and the pollution of sunlight will cause the most tragic mutation. Hera's original plan was to perform his first Animagus transformation at night.

And if Hera could have Dumbledore beside her when practicing, she would feel at ease. After all, Dumbledore had been the professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts before he became the headmaster.

"Have some desserts, today's game is destined to be very anxious." Dumbledore sat on the chair beside him, pointed at the mountain of desserts on the tea tray and said with a smile.

"I'm so happy." Hera raised her eyebrows, reached out and picked up a piece of candy that looked relatively normal - anyway, he couldn't have any interest in those piles of cockroaches crawling around - but he didn't put it in his mouth in a hurry.

In this regard, Dumbledore just picked up a pile of cockroaches and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation, and tasted them carefully.

Hera didn't know how long the game had been going on. Anyway, when he woke up, the sky was already dark, as if the night had decided to come earlier—because he looked at his watch, it was only around three o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, the students of the student team have been flying in the sky for more than two hours.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Dumbledore looked very happy. The pile of candies beside him had disappeared, and it seemed that he hadn't eaten enough.

"Sorry, Professor, I accidentally fell asleep."

"It's okay, you need to recharge your batteries. Animagus is not an easy job." Dumbledore waved his hand casually, and then turned his head to look at the Quidditch pitch. He always had a bad feeling that there must be unsettled waves hidden under the heavy rain.

Hera yawned, changed to a comfortable position and continued to rest, his legs were a little numb.

Just when Hera was half asleep and half awake and about to fall asleep again, he suddenly heard a violent voice.

"Damn! How dare they!?"

Before Hera could open his eyes, he heard the sound of glass breaking, and then, a gust of cold wind blew into the principal's room, making it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

Dumbledore, he flew through the window!
He directly broke the window, dragged Fox away, and the destination was obvious - the Quidditch pitch.

Hera struggled to open her eyes and looked at the Quidditch pitch outside the window. The pitch was faintly visible in the rain, but something seemed to appear above it.

Dementors!
It's a dementor!
They violated the agreement and rushed directly into the school.

There were at least dozens of dementors standing on the Quidditch pitch, and Hera's drowsiness dissipated in an instant. He gritted his teeth and flew out through Dumbledore's shattered window—using the Coming Charm to summon a broom from the broom closet, and then rode on it.

All this is just a few short breaths.

Hera had already rushed to the Quidditch, he gasped, his previous budget was still too conservative, there were at least a hundred dementors here.

Their hooded faces turned to the sudden appearance of Hera and Dumbledore, as if frozen water rose from Hera's chest and sliced ​​through his guts.

Dumbledore was furious. He waved his wand, and shot out bursts of silver-white mist from the tip of the wand. The mist condensed and formed in the air, turning into a phoenix—exactly the same as Fawkes, and certainly not the same as the chick chick just after nirvana.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" Hera quickly cast a levitating spell on a figure falling from the sky. He could only confirm that he was a student of Gryffindor through the red robe on his body.

"what!!!"

It's just that the student's screams startled Dumbledore and Hera.

"It looks like my arm is broken!"

It was Harry, who was clutching his arms in the mud and rolling off the broom, his arms hanging at a very odd angle.

The other professors also rushed down from the stands. Dumbledore waved his wand and kept releasing his magic power towards the dementors. He had stabilized the situation, and the dementors were almost driven off the Quidditch pitch by him.

"Hera, take care of the students." Dumbledore's wand was raised above his head, and surging magic power burst out from the tip of the wand.

Hera nodded, and he hurried to Harry's side, planning to find someone to take him to the hospital.

It's just that before he could lower his body to help Harry up, a golden figure suddenly rushed over.

Lockhart's blond hair was not damp under the umbrella, and he was smiling, showing a row of gleaming teeth.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll fix your arm."

"No!" said Harry, trying desperately to free himself from Lockhart's hand, but the only result was that his arm hurt even more. "Let it be like this, thank you"

"Professor Lockhart, please take him to the hospital." Hera said, and he began to direct the other Quidditch players back to the castle. Fortunately, Harry was the only one who fell off the broom, otherwise there might not be enough beds in the school hospital today—Mrs. Norris also occupied a bed, which Filch strongly requested.

But none of the Gryffindor Quidditch players listened to Hera. They surrounded Harry, chattering away.

"You fell, at least—probably—fifty feet?"

"We all thought you were dead!" said a girl, shaking and making a low screech, her eyes bloodshot.

"It's the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Fortunately the ground is soft enough."

"He didn't even break his glasses"

"That's enough, children. You should go back to the castle and take Harry with you. He needs to go to the hospital for treatment." Hera yelled vigorously. He tried to push the students away and let them go to the castle, but they didn't trust Harry and stayed there.

Immediately after a burst of silvery-white light came on, Hera almost reflexively shot out the spell directly, and when she regained her composure, she realized that it was Lockhart who was healing Harry's arm.

"Professor Lockhart, what he needs is."

"It's a simple charm, I've used it countless times," said Lockhart, holding up Harry's hand, but it was his arm that made everyone sick. "Ha, that's not bad, sometimes things like this happen. But the key is that the bones have been connected. You must remember this."

Hera frowned, and he rudely pushed Lockhart away, he shouldn't have let this fellow Lockhart get close to Harry.

Harry's arm had become a strange presence, protruding from its sleeve like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove.

　Second more.

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(End of this chapter)