Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 216: You didn’t forget to bring your kids along when you were doing something. Thank you so much!

The last class on Friday has ended, and students who are about to enter the weekend should have a good sleep in the dormitory - because the weather in the past two days has been unreasonably bad, with not only strong winds but also sudden heavy rains.

Cohen felt that this abnormal weather must be due to the magical magnetic field. The frequency of strange weather in Hogwarts was obviously much higher than that in other Muggle areas.

But not many people in Gryffindor Tower had any intention of resting - they were all eagerly gathered around the Gryffindor team members to try to come up with strategies for their match tomorrow.

"The weather was so bad, I can't believe the school didn't postpone the game."

Dean Thomas said,

"If it was a football match, the rain would stop immediately after a little rain—"

"Quidditch isn't football, Dean," Ron reminded him. "I remember there was a rare downpour during the 1871 World Cup, and the spectators had to watch the game by boat..."

"That's barbaric," Hermione frowned. "Thankfully, Hogwarts won't flood. The Quidditch pitch is on a hillside."

"We've been training a lot in muddy weather." Wood gave the team members a shot of encouragement. "The Slytherin players haven't even left the house these days—"

"Especially that spoiled little Malfoy," said Fred.

"If Slytherin hadn't had a backup Seeker—" said George.

"He's going to cry and ask Snape for leave," Fred continued. "Don't worry, Harry is a hundred times better than them."

"Every one of us is better than them," Wood corrected. "Alright, get some rest early, and be alert tomorrow. This year's Quidditch Cup must and will definitely belong to Gryffindor."

This year is Wood's last year at Hogwarts, and it is also his last chance to win the Quidditch trophy.

The next morning, Cohen was woken up. Harry had to prepare for the game, and Ron and the others had to prepare the supplies for watching the game - there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and they couldn't watch the game in the rain without any preparation.

The weather didn't get any better, and even seemed worse than yesterday.

The wind outside was whistling against the window frames, and the sky was as dark as night - a heavy rainstorm was about to come.

"It feels like the end of the world." Seamus frowned and said, "Harry, do you need to waterproof your glasses? Otherwise, how can you see the burglar clearly in the rain..."

"How do you make glasses waterproof?" Harry asked with a headache.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof." Cohen stretched and reluctantly got up from the bed. "It's a spell, but it can't be used on people. You can cast it on both the robe and the glasses."

"Hermione has possessed you?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I read a lot, too," Cohen said. "Today seems like a bad day..."

Cohen glanced at the sky outside the window and felt that it was similar to the sky above Azkaban...

The rainstorm came earlier than they expected. After breakfast, they could already see rain hitting the top of the castle from the ceiling of the auditorium.

The students who planned to watch the game all brought umbrellas, but at Cohen's reminder, Hermione and Ron replaced their umbrellas with robes to protect themselves from the rain.

"You don't want to see your umbrella blown away by a storm," Cohen said. "Although I'd really like to experience the feeling of being hit by the rain..."

The wind and rain were so strong that the pets were left in the dormitory.

Including the "fake Scabbers" that Cohen replaced, as well as Crookshanks.

Sirius had apparently forgotten one thing: he had previously asked Crookshanks to help him capture Peter Pettigrew, but after discussing the plan with Coin to explain the truth to Harry, he did not remind Crookshanks not to alert him now. This was exactly what Coin wanted, because Voldemort's joining meant that Harry and Sirius had to arrange the time to capture Peter around Christmas - that is, after Coin visited the Crouch family.

The "fake Peter" cannot be caught now, and Cohen cannot stop him...it can only be because "Peter" chose to escape on his own.

Just as they arrived outside the Quidditch pitch in the wind and rain, Cohen felt that the "fake Scabbers" in the dormitory had already met Crookshanks.

Scabbers was remotely controlled to escape from the dormitory and hide in the castle wall through several rat holes. Now Crookshanks had no way of catching him.

Cohen and his companions crossed a lot of muddy ground and finally arrived at the stands.

Their vision was blurred by the flying raindrops, and they couldn't even see Madam Hooch opening the box containing the Quidditch balls.

"There's no way Harry can find the Golden Snitch in this environment." Hermione's voice was muffled by the heavy rain.

"What!!!" Ron couldn't hear what Hermione was saying at all.

"I say! It's raining so hard! I can't see at all!" Hermione responded loudly.

"Can't you guys just talk closer?" Cohen said angrily. "One on each side, are you trying to deafen me..."

Ron and Hermione were not the only ones shouting at each other. Most of the audience had to raise their voices to talk to their companions, which made the entire stadium chaotic.

However, the game in bad weather seemed even more exciting. The positive emotions that Cohen felt like waves almost drowned everything in front of him.

Even Cohen could hardly resist his appetite, not to mention the Dementors who were guarding outside but couldn't sneak into the school to find food.

Just after a halftime timeout was called, Cohen saw the Dementors.

They slipped into the dark clouds and floated stealthily above the stadium. The mere smell of this thick and rich excitement made them surge towards this side - and after tasting a little of the sweetness of the dissipated emotions, these Dementors could no longer hold back.

[Food...lots of food...]

【food……】

It's all food...

The sound of the Dementors' thoughts was terrifyingly loud, and a large group of Dementors were eagerly preparing to pounce and have a feast -

By this time, Harry had also found the Snitch - it was hovering next to a ball post, and the lightning was illuminating it.

[Don’t come down——]

Cohen wanted to persuade them because Dumbledore was present and if they crossed Dumbledore's line, he would surely be furious.

Especially since Harry was flying on the court.

[Leave some for the kid... He needs to eat more...] A familiar Dementor did not forget to remind his companions to leave some for Cohen.

"Thank you so much..." Cohen covered his face in the rain.

The Dementors' thoughts were so numerous and loud that Cohen felt that no Dementor could hear what he said.

(End of this chapter)