HP Star Shining

A flash of lightning lit up the stands, and Harry saw a large, shaggy black dog sitting in the empty Gryffindor row, clearly visible against the sky.

His frozen hand slipped on the broom, and the broom fell a distance.

By the time he steadied the broom and squinted his eyes again to look at the stands, the dog had disappeared.

"Harry!" came Wood's anguished voice from the Gryffindor goal. "Behind you!"

Harry turned around quickly, suddenly shuddering with nervousness.

Cedric Diggory was flying across the field, and between them in the mist and rain a tiny golden dot gleamed.

Harry quickly threw himself onto the Nimbus 2000 and flew towards the Golden Snitch.

The huge raindrops hit his face with a "pa pa pa" sound, but strangely, the whole stadium suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The wind was still as strong and the lightning was still as dazzling, but it was as if the mute button on the TV had been pressed.

A frighteningly familiar chill washed over Harry, seeping into his very being.

He suddenly realized something, and before he had time to think, he took his eyes off the Golden Snitch and looked down.

Dense swarms of Dementors were surging below, and the faces hidden behind their hoods raised their heads to look at him.

It was as if ice-cold water surged into his chest, cutting his internal organs wantonly.

Then Harry heard the scream again, and in his mind, it was a woman.

He had to save her, she was dying, she was going to be killed.

A numbing fog swirled through my mind. What was he doing? Why was he here?

Harry fell from his broom into the freezing cold mist.

"Luckily the ground is so soft."

"I thought he was definitely dead."

"I didn't expect even my glasses were broken."

Harry closed his eyes tightly. He heard people whispering around him, but he didn't understand what they were saying, nor did he know where he was. He only knew that there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

"This is the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." Someone said.

The most terrifying thing... the most terrifying... the hooded figure... the scream...

Harry's eyes snapped open.

He lay in the hospital, his Quidditch teammates gathered around his bed, all covered in mud. His best friends were there, huddled in a corner like they'd been fished out of a swimming pool.

"Harry's awake!" Fred's face looked particularly pale under the mud. "How do you feel?"

Harry's memory raced, lightning... unknown... Golden Snitch... Dementors...

"What happened?" He sat up straight, startling everyone.

"You fell," said Fred. "About... fifty feet."

"I thought you were dead." Alia trembled a little.

"What about the match?" Harry asked anxiously, "Can we have a rematch?"

No one answered him.

The horrible truth sank into Harry's heart like a heavy stone. He opened his mouth, but after a long moment, he uttered, "We didn't lose, did we?"

"Diggory caught the Snitch," George said. "Right after you fell. He didn't know what happened to you. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he called a timeout and tried to restart the game."

"But we think he won fair and square, and even Wood acknowledges that."

Harry noticed that Wood was not there, "Where's Wood?"

"Still in the rain," said Fred. "Probably trying to drown himself."

Harry pulled his hands through his hair and buried his face between the two paint caps.

"Come on, Harry." Fred grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook him roughly. "You've never missed a Snitch before."

"You've got to miss it once in a while," George went on.

"The game isn't over yet. We lost by a hundred points. Only Hufflepuff lost to Ravenclaw. If we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin again..."

"Hufflepuff must lose by at least two hundred points."

"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"Impossible, Ravenclaw is too strong, but if Hufflepuff defeats Slytherin..."

Fred and George started discussing this in front of Harry, which made Su Xingchen anxious listening in the corner. These two people were really good at "comforting" people.

Harry lay in bed, motionless and silent. They had lost the game; it was the first time he had failed to catch the Snitch.

About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over to send everyone away and told Harry to rest.

"We'll come back to see you later," Fred said to Harry. "Don't blame yourself. You're still the best Seeker we've ever seen."

The team members left, leaving behind a trail of muddy footprints, which made Madam Pomfrey frown.

Fortunately, Ron, Hermione and Su Xingchen were not driven away, and the three of them walked to Harry's bedside.

"Dumbledore was furious." Hermione's voice trembled. "I've never seen him like that before. When you fell, he rushed onto the field and waved his wand, which slowed your fall. Then he shot silver things at the Dementors, and they left immediately. He was so angry that the Dementors actually ran into the school..."

"Dumbledore put you on a stretcher and sent you back to school. Everyone thought you were..." Ron's voice gradually became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

But Harry wasn't paying attention, he was thinking about what the Dementors had done to him, about the scream.

Until he raised his eyes and found that his friends were looking at him worriedly, so he racked his brains to think of a bland topic to talk about.

"Did anyone take my Nimbus?"

As soon as he asked the question, he noticed that his friends exchanged glances with strange expressions.

"What's going on?" Harry looked around, feeling bad.

"Uh..." Hermione said hesitantly, "It's like this. When you fell, it was blown away by the wind."

Harry waited quietly for her to finish.

"And then... and then it..."

Seeing Hermione's awkward expression, Su Xingchen decided to take on this thankless task. "It hit the Whomping Willow, Harry."

Harry felt his insides tighten. He knew that the Whomping Willow was a very fierce tree. He and Ron had experienced it last year.

"and then?"

"You know that Whomping Willow," Ron sighed. "It doesn't like being bumped into."

Hermione leaned over and picked up a bag at her feet. "Professor Flitwick just delivered it before you woke up."

She turned her sack over and a dozen splinters of wood and twigs fell onto the bed.

Harry said nothing, just staring at the remains of his beloved broom.

Hermione and Ron were very worried about his performance. At this time, Su Xingchen couldn't say anything to comfort him. She couldn't just say "the old must go before the new can come" to the sad child, right?

Besides, it’s useless to say anything at this time, it’s better to let him be quiet.

But Su Xingchen once again felt that Harry Potter was such a pitiful child!