HP: For a better world

It was not until Madam Hooch blew the timeout whistle that Winster woke up from the intense game and found that the protective shield above his head had disappeared. The rain was pouring down, and he was holding a magic wand in his hand. A transparent umbrella emerged from the tip of the wand, and he had a bunch of warm and protective spells subconsciously cast on himself.

The Slytherins who were huddled together with umbrellas in hand looked at him unfriendlyly because he not only cheered for Slytherin but also shouted "Go Harry!" without any discrimination.

But that was just a bad look. When Winster was caught up in the frenzy of the game, the protective spell that was unconsciously activated allowed them to maintain their precious calm.

Winster put down his raised hand awkwardly, adjusted his sitting posture and sat upright, pretending nothing had happened.

Marcus led the Slytherin over. Draco dragged the broom, his silver-green robes were soaked by the rain, turning into a dark color, and the silver edges were dull. Draco's previously fixed hairstyle was also washed away by the heavy rain, and his platinum-blonde hair was pressed and stuck to his face wetly. The water on his hair flowed down the ends of his hair and merged into his robes, which were so wet that they couldn't get any wetter.

The waterproof spell was worn out by the endless downpour midway through the game.

The Slytherins came in a stream under the awning in front of the auditorium.

"Hey, Draco." Winster watched them walk to the front of the audience and leaned over to greet them.

Draco nodded at him hurriedly, gave a brief hoarse reply, and immediately turned back to face Marcus. It was obvious that the 20 points that Gryffindor was holding on to made him anxious.

Marcus walked into the tent with a gloomy face and wiped the water off his head.

"I asked you to follow Harry Potter closely and find the Snitch before he does. Did you find it?"

As soon as Marcus came in, he stared at Draco and asked anxiously.

Draco shook his head and whispered, "No, I've circled the stadium dozens of times - I suspect the Golden Snitch flew up there."

"You have to catch it," Marcus said. "We have to win."

Bol and Derek walked in at this time, both of them were covered in mud, and their hair was dripping with water.

"Why don't you follow the plan?" Marcus turned around and accused coldly.

Derek picked up two dry towels and handed one to Boll, then looked at Marcus.

"Before the match started, I asked you two to target Harry Potter! At least knock his glasses off! What did you two do -"

Marcus raised his voice.

Bol saw Marcus's hand pointing at him and got angry. He knocked the hand away and said, "Puh!" on the ground:

"Who knew he could dodge the Bludgers in such bad weather - don't put all the blame on us!" Bol retorted: "Why don't you talk about yourself? If you could score a few more goals, we wouldn't be so far behind Gryffindor by 20 points!"

Although Derek didn't say anything, his expression clearly showed that he agreed with what Bol said.

Marcus' eyes were about to burst into flames.

Mrs. Montgomery looked at them for a while before she spoke to smooth things over: "Alright, stop arguing. Marcus is too anxious. He's leaving the team next year and wants to win a championship for Slytherin before he leaves."

Marcus scowled.

In fact, ever since Marcus became Slytherin's captain, Slytherin has been defeated by Gryffindor. He became captain in the fifth year and left in the seventh year, which is now three years.

If Marcus doesn't win another championship and beat Gryffindor, he will be criticized by Slytherin as the captain.

"Help me stop Potter." Draco said suddenly, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his lips were still cold and white, as pale as his skin.

There were still lightning and thunder outside, and the roar of thunder continued.

"With the current weather, the longer we drag on, the more mistakes we'll make," Draco said. "Plus, the score is so close right now. If both teams want to get out of this predicament, they'll all focus on the Golden Snitch and end the game with a 150-point final score."

"Then use plan B." Marcus said mercilessly, "You, you and you." He pointed out a few people and then pointed at the two batsmen. "You two must use all your 'methods' to stop Porter this time or even get him out of the field." He emphasized and signaled the players to play to their size advantage.

Then the team discussed some tactics, and then they heard the commentator's voice on the podium asking the two teams to return to the field.

"Make him foul, understand." Marcus finally said. "Leave after the break." He said, throwing down the towel he was using to wipe his body and walking out with the broom.

The wind died down a lot, but the rain was still falling. It was already dark, and the field was muddy, with puddles on the lawn reflecting the inky sky.

As soon as Ms. Huo Qi gives the signal, the game will continue.

Winster borrowed a telescope from someone and looked at the sky where the game was taking place.

The lens of the telescope is waterproof and moisture-proof, and with the canopy erected overhead during the half-time break, you can clearly see the game.

As soon as the two sides came on the court, they fell into a fierce competition.

The Slytherins did everything they could to intercept Harry in mid-air, the Beaters hitting a Bludger past him, cutting him off, and Harry had to duck to avoid the incoming Bludgers while watching the rain, Fred guarding him, hitting the ball back to keep a Slytherin from catching up with the Quaffle.

"Harry!" Fred shouted at the top of his voice. "Did you see the Snitch?"

"No—no—" Harry yelled back, and the wind rushed into his throat, choking him and he quickly closed his mouth.

All I could see was endless rain and continuous lightning.

Harry looked around. Malfoy was circling not far away, with a Slytherin Beater guarding him.

Lightning struck down from the clouds at the right moment, and the wind started to blow again.

The weather was turning bad again.

Harry knew he couldn't delay any longer and had to find the Snitch quickly. He looked towards Malfoy, worried that he might see it first.

Draco was suspended in the air, squinting up at the sky.

There were only lowering thunderstorm clouds in the sky.

Another flash of lightning lit up the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him: the outline of a large, shaggy black dog, clearly silhouetted against the sky, sitting in the top row of Slytherin seats.

[“That is the worst omen of all—the omen of death!”]

Professor Trelawney's mysterious voice suddenly flashed through Harry's mind.

“Harry!” Fred shouted suddenly, his voice muffled through the rain. “The Snitch! Up there! Malfoy—”

Harry suddenly realized what was happening and looked up sharply.

Malfoy rushed towards the thunderclouds in the sky with his broom in hand, a look of ecstasy on his face.

Harry instantly threw all the unknown behind him and rushed forward.

The wind whistled past Harry.

Draco stared at the golden snitch hanging high in the sky, as it fluttered its thin wings beneath the clouds.

"Malfoy has found the Snitch! Malfoy has found the Snitch and Harry has chased him! They are rushing into the clouds!" The commentator Lee Jordan's voice was shouting above Winster's head, making his ears numb. Winster couldn't help but cover his ears, but he was still excitedly looking at the clouds with the telescope.

Winster was immersed in the game, watching Harry and the others rush into the sky together, as if he was traveling through the thunderclouds with Harry and the others, feeling the same way -

…The sky was covered with a layer of haze.

The cold wind was biting, and the roaring thunder was becoming blurred and distant... It seemed as if an invisible fog was spreading between heaven and earth and pouring in from the entrance.

Winster stood up unconsciously, as if he wanted to see Harry and Draco clearly as they disappeared into the clouds.

But his eyes were looking towards where the fog came from.

I don’t know since when, the noise in the Hufflepuff area on the right has become quieter and quieter, until now only the people near the podium are still laughing dully.

The rainstorm seemed to never end.

Most people's eyes were still focused on the clouds, closely following every move of the game. That was the most exciting part, gathering everyone's joy and anger. If he hadn't known what would happen, Winster would have been as immersed in the game as they were, and would have thought the cold was normal.

The dim vision was only connected by sporadic lights, barely extending the field of vision to the Hufflepuff seats.

Winster stood up suddenly, forgetting the game in progress.

The little badgers huddled together, clasped their hands tightly and looked nervously up at the sky, not knowing whether they could see clearly or not.

Winster rudely pushed away everyone who stood in his way, causing a lot of complaints.

"Who!"

"What are you doing!"

"The game is still going on!" "Ah!"

Winster rushed over, struggling to pull the little wizards who stood up and looked up into the sky in excitement, while squeezing through: "Get out of the way! Let me pass! Let me pass!"

I don’t know how many people’s feet and robes I stepped on along the way, and I heard them screaming and cursing all the way.

A tall, brown-haired Hufflepuff also rushed out.

From the corner of his eye, Winster saw a prefect badge with a "P" on it pinned to his chest.

Did you notice the commotion here and come over to check it out?

"Why are you chasing me?" After passing through the crowd, the view suddenly opened up. There was a large empty space here, and the audience were crowded in the center.

The further we get here, the colder it gets.

Just like the Dementors that appeared on the Hogwarts train, the cold they brought was a kind of magic. The more people there were, the stronger the coldness. However, this coldness was not reflected in the actual temperature, but made people feel cold from the heart.

"Go up!" Winster pointed to the seat at the back, where the coldest weather was.

"Why did you bump into someone!" The Hufflepuff prefect shouted as he ran over several benches to catch up with Winster. "You guessed my girlfriend's hand!" He said angrily, "You need to apologize!"

"Shut up!" Winster didn't want to listen to what he said, and said impatiently, "Something is wrong here! Send someone to evacuate the students! Notify the professor!"

The further up you go, the fewer people there are, and the crowd becomes more and more silent, with sad faces immersed in their own world - a 'person' wearing a black cloak, floating on the ground, looking around and walking past the last row.

"Damn it!" he yelled, and Cedric saw what it was. Everyone had seen it on the Hogwarts train at the beginning of this term, and even on patrol every weekend in Hogsmeade. "How did the Dementors get in!"

"Are you sure you can?" he asked loudly.

Winster didn't answer him, but ran over there desperately, pulling out his wand.

Why did Winster rush over first?

Firstly, it was impossible for him to run to report to the professor without even seeing the Dementors, and secondly, Winster suspected that the strange silence here was because the Dementors had broken into the audience.

Compared to the Hufflepuff students here, Winster at least learned a little bit of the Patronus Charm.

They were all classmates... He would hide it, but not to make others die.

The Dementor floated towards where there were more people, and a trembling figure blocked its path - it was about to reach it!

"Stop!" Winster shouted, "I know you understand English!" Winster warned sternly: "This is Hogwarts! Dumbledore is still in this school! If you violate his ban, you will die here!"

The Dementor hesitated for a moment, but that didn't stop it for long. The intense positive emotions gathered on the Quidditch field deeply attracted it.

It was too hungry, and it hadn't had a full meal for a long time. The students' happiness was like catnip to a cat, and it was worth the risk for its insane mind.

Just one puff... just one puff...

The Dementor looked down at the unknown junior Hufflepuff and inhaled greedily.

The chill began to emanate from more than just this place.

But even if there was no original novel, Winster knew very well that as long as one Dementor dared to break in, there would be more Dementors who would dare to find food on the spot.

So did Cedric.

There was no need for Winster to give any more instructions. He gritted his teeth and rushed back consciously, firing a red signal spell into the air while shouting, "Everyone, move closer to the podium! I repeat! Everyone - move closer to the podium immediately!"

He pulled up all the affected people and slapped those who couldn't wake up. It was quite far from the Dementors, so the impact was not that profound. He caught a conscious little badger and asked him to go to the podium to invite the professor.

After driving away all the people here, he hurried back with his wand, worried that Winster could not delay the fight alone.

……

Winster watched the Dementors becoming more and more intoxicated, and about to pounce on him. He knew that it was difficult for any spell to have an effect on the Dementors, and there were too few Dementors here, so there was no clustering effect, and the temperature was not high enough to produce magical ice flowers. The freezing spell he had used could not resist the Dementors' movements and freeze the rain.

Just as the Dementor was about to take another deep breath and the badger's face turned even paler, Winster waved his wand and shouted:

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The crying little badger suddenly floated up and quickly pulled back with the sight in the Dementor's hood - the figure instantly rushed towards Winster.

It crashed into a row of chairs in front of Winster, knocking over several benches.

The Dementor raised his head and looked directly at Winster through his hood.

A chill suddenly enveloped him.

Suddenly, layers of illusions filled Winster's eyes.

But he stood in front of the classmate, his wand trembling. This was the first time he used the levitation spell on a wizard. The weight of the spell was heavier than the original person looked. Suddenly, he couldn't control it at all. He could only rely on the consumption of a large amount of magic power to forcefully pull the person over.

"Back off!" Winster pointed at the Dementors.

The Dementors drifted slowly towards us.

Winster couldn't use the levitation spell to pull a living person along to escape.

This wasn't even a question of Winster's ability, he still had plenty of magic power, it was just that casting spells like this consumed it too quickly, making it harder to control.

Is this why wizards can't fly? The magic required to carry a wizard is more than just the weight of the body.

Winster thought. But he was no longer qualified to think further.

"I told you to back off!!"

The Dementors are approaching.

All kinds of negative emotions surged up.

"Expecto Patronus, Expecto Patronus—" Winster shouted. But as expected, Winster's Patronus spell still failed, and this time even the white mist did not appear stably.

The smell of decay seemed to be right in front of him, and the coldness completely enveloped Winster.

"Do not……"

Winster could only utter a word with difficulty, and fell into an endless fantasy.