Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 140 The Dementor Attack and the Arrival of the Ministry of Magic

As Ms. Hooch blew the whistle, Harry kicked the ground and pulled the Nimbus 2000.
I saw Harry rising rapidly, but the thin Harry was completely no match for the violent wind and rain, and could only turn around in the air under the blowing of the wind and rain.

Harry's performance was in stark contrast to Cedric who was steady in the air.

At this moment, whether it was Ron, Hermione or Ginny, or Hagrid and Sirius, looking at Harry who was like duckweed in the wind and rain, they all made the same decision in their hearts!

That is, we must find a way to make Harry stronger!

But Harry didn't know what the others were thinking. He tried to hold his broom as steady as possible, turned around, and squinted his eyes into the rain.

In just 5 minutes, Harry was drenched and froze all over.

He can barely see his teammates, let alone the little Snitch.

He shuttled back and forth over the court, passing some red or yellow figures around him, not knowing how the game was going.

The wind howled and he couldn't make out the comments.The crowd was hidden under a dense mass of cloaks and broken umbrellas.

Twice Harry was nearly knocked off his broom by a Bludger.The rain on the glasses blurred his vision so he didn't see the Bludger flying towards him.

He didn't know how long the game had been going on, he only knew that it was becoming more and more difficult to hold on to the broom, and every time the wind blew, he needed to use his strength to stabilize the broom.

As the torrential rain intensified, the sky darkened, as if night had decided to come early.

In such an environment, it was even more difficult for Harry to see what was going on on the field, and twice he almost ran into another player, whether it was a teammate or an opponent.

Everyone is like a drowned chicken, and the rain is so heavy, it's hard for him to tell the difference...

With the first flash of lightning, came the whistle of Ms. Hooch.

Through the thick curtain of rain, Harry could only see the outline of Wood, who motioned for him to lower himself to the ground.

Crackling, the team members all fell to the muddy ground.

"I called a timeout!" Wood yelled at his team. "Come on, get down here—"

They were huddled under a large umbrella at the edge of the pitch, and Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hastily with his soaking robes.

"How's the score?

"We're ahead by fifty points," Wood said, "but Hufflepuff's got such a tight grip that unless the Snitch is caught quickly, the game won't be over until midnight."

"With these glasses, I'm hopeless." Harry said desperately, waving his glasses.

At this moment, Hermione, who had slipped into the arena at some point, appeared next to Harry. She covered her head with a cloak, smiling all over her face for some reason.

"I have an idea, Harry! Give me the glasses, quick!"

Harry handed the glasses to Hermione without hesitation, and then under the surprised gazes of Harry and the other team members.

Hermione tapped her glasses lightly with her wand and said, "Waterproof and moistureproof!"

"Give!"

After speaking, she returned the glasses to Harry, and said briskly, "Now I'm not afraid of water!"

Wood looked as if he was about to go up and kiss her.

"fantastic!"

As Hermione ran back into the crowd, Wood shouted hoarsely after her.

With a bright smile on his face that can't be covered by the rain, Wood said to the others: "Okay, all the team members, let's go!"

Hermione's spell had really worked, and Harry, though still frozen and drenched more than ever, could see.

Renewing his determination, he steered his broom through the storm, looking around for the Snitch.

He dodges a Bludger, and slips under an oncoming Diggory...

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

Harry knew he had to catch the Snitch fast!
Harry's frozen hand slipped on the broom handle, and the Nimbus 2000 dropped a few feet.

As he shook off the wet bangs that hid his eyes, he heard Wood's cry of pain behind him from the Gryffindor goal.

"Harry, behind you!"

Harry looked back quickly.Cedric Diggory flew swiftly across the pitch, and in the rain between them a golden dot shone...

Trembling with nervousness, Harry threw himself on the handle of the broom and whizzed straight at the Snitch.

"Quick!" he yelled at his halo, as the rain slapped him in the face. "Hurry up!"

However, a strange thing happened.

An eerie silence passed through the stadium.Although the wind is still so fierce, it forgets to roar, as if someone turned off the volume, as if ha
Leigh suddenly became deaf
what happened?

Then a chill that was terribly familiar came over him, penetrated his body, and he became aware of something moving on the field below.

Before he had time to think, he took his eyes away from the Snitch and looked down...

There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, all those hidden faces looking up at him.

It seemed that icy water rushed into his chest, cutting his internal organs.Then, he heard...someone screaming, screaming in his head...a woman...

"Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!"

"Get out of the way, you stupid woman... get out of the way..."

"Don't touch Harry, please, kill me, kill me—"

A numbing white mist filled Harry's mind... what was he doing?Why is he flying?He had to help her...she was going to die...she was going to be killed...

He fell with the broom into a bitterly cold mist.

"Don't touch Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy..."

Just when the chill was getting stronger and Harry felt as if he was going to pass out.

In the next second, he heard what he had heard on the train and on board, the familiar thunderous roar sounded again.

"Expecto Patronum!!!"

Immediately, silver-white light filled the whole world. Harry looked down and saw that the silver-white light had turned into a large cloud, and there seemed to be some huge monster swimming in the cloud.

And with the appearance of the silver-white cloud, the bone-piercing cold disappeared, and Harry only felt that he had come alive from that chill.

It's almost the same as the scene on the train that Harry will never forget.

On the Hufflepuff stand, John stood up and raised the wand in his hand to aim at the sky. The silvery-white radiance lit up at the top became even more dazzling, as if a silvery-white sun appeared between the sky and the earth.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by the roar that seemed to turn into reality, the fire dragon that drove out the dementors on the train once again condensed out of this brilliance.

I saw that the fire dragon that almost covered the sky opened its sharp claws, exposed sharp fangs, flapped the huge wings behind it, and went straight towards the dementors.

The huge fire dragon's body shimmered, dispelling the darkness and coldness of this world.

Under the shocked and adoring gazes of the little wizards, John's patron saint, the fire dragon, rushed towards the dementors like a wolf into a flock of sheep.

In just one meeting, more than a dozen dementors were swallowed by the fire dragon.

Then the fire dragon showed its might, knocking or devouring the dementors flying in the sky.

At the same time, just as John's Patronus was fighting the dementors, John raised his other hand and pointed his finger at the falling Harry.

"ArrestoMomentum"

The loud voice came from John's mouth again, and Harry's body that was about to hit the ground suddenly stopped.

Like a soft leaf, Harry fell to the ground gently.

Looking at the fire dragon that was constantly hunting and killing dementors in the sky, everyone clearly recognized the gap between them and John at this moment.

Especially after John's release without a stick, many senior wizards were surprised.

Although casting spells without a wand is the content of the fifth grade, not everyone can cast such a skill.

In the end, the Aurors who arrived in a hurry took away the dementors that had not been eliminated.

For the destroyed dementors, they dare not trouble John, not only because John is the hottest rookie wizard in the wizarding world, but also they can always feel that the greatest white wizard——Principal Dumbledore is watching them.

The Aurors could clearly feel the anger in this sight, and only then did the young Auror clearly understand why Principal Dumbledore was awarded those titles and why he is one of the strongest wizards in the wizarding world now .

Although the situation has calmed down, the competition cannot go on for the time being. Finally, after negotiation between the two teams, the results of today's competition will be temporarily saved, and today's competition will continue in three days.

That night, the Ministry of Magic officials who had been notified by the Aurors rushed to arrive, led by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Accompanying him was an acquaintance of John, Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, with seriousness and apprehension on his face at the moment.

After all, as the director of the Auror office, he knew the news of the attack immediately, and he knew very well that Dumbledore was really angry.

He knew very well how amazing Dumbledore's connections and strength were, so he only hoped that Minister Fudge could come up with a good way to appease these angry White Demon Kings.

And Fudge didn't know what his subordinate was thinking. At this moment, he was walking on short and thick thighs, while wiping the cold sweat from his head with a handkerchief, while looking tense, he seemed to be muttering to himself.

The reason why Fudge has such a performance is naturally because the other party is worried about his approval rate.

The Ministry of Magic had received a flood of complaints when the dementors were supposed to defend Hogwarts.

You know, almost all wizards in Europe have graduated from Hogwarts. It can be said that behind Hogwarts is the British wizarding world.

If this matter is not handled properly, then once these wizards unite to protest.

Fudge seems to be able to see the scene where a large number of roaring letters flood the Ministry of Magic in the future, and after his approval rating begins to drop sharply, he is kicked out of the position of Minister of Magic in despair.

Fudge is afraid that such a thing will happen, he is not willing to give up this hard-won power, so he must find a way to minimize the impact of this incident.

(End of this chapter)