After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Snape stood at the front of the classroom and looked at all the little wizards sitting below... Well, he caught two brats who dared to wink at him deliberately.

"Mr. Selwyn, tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf."

Ah, I was asked a question.

"Animagus is transformed by the wizard voluntarily, while werewolves are forced to transform. Every full moon, werewolves cannot control their transformation. They often lose their minds and forget who they are. They are left with only the attacking instincts of wild beasts, and may even kill their relatives and friends. They will only respond to the calls of their own kind, that is, werewolves.

What pathetic creatures they are, so when they transform, they are no longer the same as us.

It is also difficult to say whether they are still our kind when they are not transformed."

"Thank you." Snape sincerely hoped that all students could be like Yang Mei, "Others, if there is something in the book, draw it, if not, write it down. Use your brains, don't sit there like a log.

To make your understanding more profound, give me a paper on werewolves on Monday morning that will fill two rolls of parchment..."

Duo Shao? You mean Duo Shao?!

There was an immediate wailing in the classroom. Not to mention that the person standing in front of them was Professor Snape, the scariest man in Hogwarts. Even if Merlin was resurrected and standing here, these little wizards would have to vent their inner dissatisfaction.

That's two whole rolls of parchment! Damn Snape is being disobedient again today!

Even Slytherin students can't help but smile in the face of the outrageous amount of homework.

"But there's Quidditch tomorrow!" A true warrior would dare to confront Professor Snape and try to bargain.

"Oh, really? Then you better be careful. If you get hit by the Bludger in the audience and break an arm or a leg, you'll suffer.

And I have to remind you that you still have to hand in your homework even if you break your arms and legs."

Listen to what this is saying? It is simply the annihilation of humanity and the decline of morality!

"I wonder if I can be exempted from the homework if I catch a fresh werewolf for our dean to slice and study." Yang Mei began to think about this outrageous hypothesis.

"But, this new werewolf you are talking about couldn't be Professor Lupin?" Draco asked in a complicated tone.

"Well, the professor is a great mana-loving man. It's time for him to shine." Yang Mei pretended to be profound.

Draco knew he was talking nonsense, but it was still kind of funny.

……

I don't know if this is an established practice, but it seems like the weather is always exceptionally bad during every Quidditch match.

The sky was so dark that it seemed hard to breathe.

Almost as soon as everyone sat down in the auditorium, it began to rain heavily without warning, with lightning and thunder roaring from time to time. The wind was also whirling and swirling, and ordinary umbrellas were simply unable to stop it.

Fortunately, this is the magical world, and a magic umbrella that can withstand strong winds is not expensive.

Yang Mei sat quietly in the audience, hearing all the sounds of "Come on! Harry! Come on!" and "Draco! Go! Draco! You'll win!"

"Tell me the truth, do you plan to use your voice for only this last day?" Yang Mei asked Zabini.

"Hey!" Zabini took out a thermos cup as long as his forearm, "Look, throat-soothing potion, I've prepared it long ago!"

Yang Mei gave him a thumbs up: "You are really well prepared."

The spectators in the stands can take some protective measures for themselves, but the players competing in mid-air cannot do so. It would be more accurate to say that lightning is chasing them rather than chasing the ball.

Yang Mei also saw that the tail of an unlucky guy's broom was struck by lightning, and the broom was almost burned to ashes.

Halfway through the game, Slytherin's score far exceeded Gryffindor's, which might have something to do with the fact that Slytherin players were more physically fit.

Due to the bad weather, everyone's strength was lost faster than usual.

Just then, the Golden Snitch appeared.

Draco and Harry both spotted the Golden Snitch. In order to catch the Snitch, the two flew higher and higher, and soon they were not at the same altitude as the other contestants.

Visibility above the clouds was very low and the temperature was extremely low. To make matters worse, after the two men got on board, they discovered that the thief had disappeared.

Draco: “…” He already wanted to swear.

To make matters worse, the cold air seemed to have thoughts and climbed up their broom handles, quickly forming a layer of frost.

Some of them look familiar, as the windows of the Hogwarts Express were frozen shut in the same way not long ago.

So, "Damn it, it's a Dementor!" Draco yelled at Harry, "Potter, get out of the way!"

Harry didn't ask any more questions, and instinctively leaned his upper body onto the broom. The Dementors flew over him, and Harry could even feel the rags brushing against his back.

Once there is one, there will be two. Almost in the blink of an eye, many Dementors appeared behind the foggy clouds.

Two third-year wizards were surrounded by a large group of Dementors in mid-air. What other choice did they have? Run!

"Come on!"

"Go down!"

Draco and Harry shouted at each other at the same time.

That's fine, there's no recklessness among them.

Fortunately, the brooms used by both players were of good performance. If the other contestants were riding old brooms, they would definitely not be able to escape at this moment.

This is not a race now, it's a life-and-death escape.

The two tried their best to rush towards the ground. The whistling wind in their ears inevitably caused them to have a brief tinnitus, and they were too busy to care about it. They just wanted to go faster and faster.

Perhaps it was because Dementors, who were naturally unable to fly without the help of any tools, were more adapted to the sky and to bad weather, and Draco and Harry were soon caught up.

When they saw Dementors blocking the road below, they knew that it was impossible to continue flying straight down.

The two looked at each other, and in that instant, they somehow developed an unspoken understanding.

Without any verbal communication, Draco and Harry flew off in two directions at high speed, one on the left and one on the right.

Even though these Dementors had not yet opened their mouths that looked like black holes, Draco still felt that his condition was gradually getting worse.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark and disgusting swamp.

He wanted to try to save himself, but he could not move his legs which were stuck in the swamp, and he even sank deeper and deeper.

Draco shook his head vigorously, mentally scolding himself to wake up.

Although he and Harry were flying in opposite directions, they were not flying in a straight line. After a series of dodging and adjusting direction, the two of them happened to meet again.

Draco watched Harry, who was flying towards him not far away, staggering. The next moment, without any warning, Harry fell headfirst off his broom.

"Potter!" Draco was shocked.

No way, no way, what is this for? ! Why are you letting me down at this time? !

Draco cursed Harry in his heart for being useless, but he couldn't just watch him fall to his death.

Although he knew that there were so many people down there that they would definitely try to pick up Harry, but what if something unexpected happened?

Draco swooped down on his broom, grabbed the falling Harry and lifted him up hard... Draco felt like his wrist was going to break.

"Wake up, Potter! Hold on to your broom, I can't catch you anymore!" Draco was going crazy online, but the good thing was that the Dementors seemed to have less influence on him.

This wave is the result of people's subjective emotions overcoming the emotional influence of the outside world.

Harry seemed to have heard something, and in a daze he stretched out his arm to hook the broom.

But suddenly I have to bear the weight of one more person, and no one discussed it with me!

The two men and the broom seemed to be hit by the air flow and began to shake wildly in the air.

Because they were trying to save Harry, the Dementors caught up with them.

This won't work, Draco thought.

Still have to go down as much as possible.

At the same time, he also thought of the Patronus Charm.

Ever since he was attacked by Dementors on the train at the beginning of the school year, Draco had learned his lesson and vowed to learn the Patronus Charm.

However, his learning did not go smoothly, and he was never able to summon a physical patronus. At most, he could emit some silver-white smoke from the tip of his wand.

Now that things have come to this, no matter whether it will work or not, just shout it out first.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

At first, silver-white smoke still flowed out of the wand, and Draco thought he had failed again. He still hoped that this intangible patronus would also work.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a glowing creature emerged from the tip of his wand.

In fact, it is still silver-white, but Draco has a "mother filter" and subjectively feels that his patronus is radiant and colorful.

Although all patronuses are the same color, these two can probably tell that his patronus is a very majestic golden eagle.

The golden eagle spread its wings high, cried sharply, and rushed towards the Dementors.

It works.

A gap was created in the wall made of Dementors by the golden eagle, but it was soon filled.

Draco was numb: "It's been so long, didn't the people down there notice that something is wrong here?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the towering trees broke through the wall formed by the Dementors with unmatched force. Thousands of willow branches were like iron whips made of steel bars, beating the Dementors to pieces.

"Phil!" Draco shouted in surprise.

"You called the wrong direction. I'm behind you." Yang Mei said silently behind Draco.

Draco turned the broom around and looked again, and sure enough, Yang Mei was not far behind him... on the blanket!

"What are you looking at? You don't expect me to ride that stupid broom up here to save you, do you?!" Yang Mei rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Don’t even think about it, okay!

There was no way he could pick up the broom, not in his entire life!

"Throw the 'corpse' you have over here. My flying blanket can still carry one more person."

How much strength can a half-dead Harry Potter exert? He still relies on Draco to pull him along!

Draco had no doubt when he heard this, he knew that his friend would never say anything to show off.

He gathered his energy, gritted his teeth and swung his arm, and Ha·Cannonball·Li was thrown out by Della.

Yang Mei tapped her wand lightly, and Harry's figure stopped in mid-air, then slowly landed on the flying carpet under him.

To be honest, Draco felt a little jealous.

He likes Quidditch, but that doesn't mean he can't tell which is more comfortable to sit on, a flying carpet or a broom.

"Phil, can one more person sit on this blanket?" Draco's thoughts were obvious.

"There's no room to sit down." Yang Mei's words were colder than the water in the Black Lake. "Let's go, get off. We're like a kite up here."

"Are we going to ignore the Dementors?"

"They didn't pay me to do this. I came up here just to save you." Yang Mei drove the flying carpet under her and flew down slowly. "Dumbledore is not dead. He can handle it."

Before they had completely landed on the ground, Harry woke up.

"Where am I?" He was a little confused and had no idea where he was.

"Who knows? Anyway, it's not heaven. Maybe it's hell." Yang Mei made up a story.

Harry twitched his lips, slowly remembering what happened before he fainted... "Draco!" He suddenly did a sit-up and sat up from the flying carpet.

"Oh my God, please be quiet for a while, or the flying carpet will be overturned by you!" Yang Mei hurriedly stopped him, "Just now when I needed your help, you were motionless like a corpse. Now that I don't need you, you seem to have endless energy."

I am so speechless.

Even though the temperature was still low, Harry's face turned red from Yang Mei's sarcastic remarks.

"S-Sorry! I was just affected by the Dementors."

Who doesn’t know this?

If you faint for no reason, it means you are physically weak. How can you play Quidditch if you are physically weak?

Draco, riding on a broomstick, said quietly, "Who allowed you to call me 'Draco'?" In the wizarding world, only those with a close enough relationship can call each other by their Christian names.

Harry smiled innocently and touched the back of his head: "I just think Draco is a nice name. You can call me Harry if you like."

Don't hit a smiling person. Seeing Harry's silly look, Draco didn't want to argue with him too much.

When the three people returned to the ground, naturally a lot of people surrounded them.

"Young Mr. Selwyn and young Mr. Malfoy, you used the Patronus Charm very well. It was you who saved Harry." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"How many points will be added?" Yang Mei asked directly.

"Ah?" Dumbledore was stunned.

"We saved someone, so don't we deserve extra points?" Yang Mei said as a matter of course. "And in today's Quidditch match, even though neither team caught the Golden Snitch, there has to be a winner, right?"