The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 212
High in the sky, Harry stared angrily at everyone in Slytherin, especially their captain Marcus Flint. Gone is the Quaffle.

They attacked directly, Angelina herself.

"Damn it!" Harry looked at the battlefield below resentfully, but he couldn't participate in it, he had his duty as a Seeker.

It's a team, and the Seekers are the most important members, because only they can kill the game, and the game will continue as long as they can't catch the Snitch.

The longest match in history lasted for three full months.

Just when Harry was ashamed of the actions of the Slytherins, suddenly a golden light flashed past his eyes.

Harry hastily turned the direction of the broom.

He maximized the speed of the light wheel 2001. In a white world, it galloped towards the sky like a black sharp sword.

"Wait! Melda, look what is that?"

At this moment, Ron in the stands suddenly pointed at the clouds and exclaimed loudly.

"That is?"

Melda looked up, and there seemed to be many black figures hovering in the sky amidst the clouds and mist.

what happened?

Melda knew exactly what those were.

They were dementors, and there were a lot of them.

"Yes, Dementor." Melda quickly pulled out her wand under the umbrella.

"How come, aren't they employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione also pulled out her wand, and she looked at Melda suspiciously.

"The Ministry of Magic cannot control these dark creatures."

The surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower, and Melda's eyes are getting colder and colder. A group of dark creatures are no longer in his mercy.

The terrifying black shadow covered the sky, and he could already feel a sense of despair, grayness, and depression emerging from the bottom of his heart.

This is the swarm benefit of the Dementors.

Even if you don't deliberately absorb the happiness of the surrounding crowd, as long as the number gathers enough, it can still affect people's emotions.

High in the sky, Harry was still chasing the Snitch at high speed, completely oblivious to the Quidditch pitch he was already far away from.

Gradually the cheers in my ears were replaced by the cold, and except for the whistling of the strong wind, nothing else could be heard.

Layers of clouds and mist flew past Harry quickly, and an aura colder than heavy snow was spreading around him.

Even as big as Harry, he also sensed that there seemed to be some kind of unprecedented danger approaching him.

The cold made Harry shiver all over, but even if the danger came, he couldn't care less.The Golden Snitch is just around the corner.He can't give up.

Just barely, Harry reckoned, the distance between him and the Snitch was only a few meters at most.

There was even a moment when he felt like he could reach out and grab it.

At this point he must not back down.

"Harry!"

The wind and snow hit his cheek, and Harry seemed to hear someone calling him.

It was a woman's voice.Miserable, poignant, as if tortured.

"Please, let him go! Please!"

Suddenly there was a piercing laugh.Harry shook his head, he knew exactly who the voice was, but he didn't know why he heard it again.

In a trance, he subconsciously looked down.

In the layer of clouds and mist, there is a strange black cloud, which seems to be chasing him.

Harry thought he was wrong, so he quickly wiped his goggles without any condensation from rain and snow, and stared carefully.

I saw that it was not a cloud, but nearly hundreds of dementors wearing cloaks, formless, and stretching out their rotten hands that seemed to be soaked in blisters. They gathered together like a cloud of black mist, Fly towards yourself.

"Dementors?"

The name popped up in Harry's mind. Professor McGonagall said that they were the guards of Azkaban, and they would guard Hogwarts together with a group of Aurors this year.

In order to ease the doubts of the little wizards, Professor McGonagall specially spent more than ten minutes introducing this dark creature in detail.

Of course, Harry listened to the content very carefully, after all, those creatures wrapped in black cloaks were above and around the castle.

It's just that he doesn't understand why these guys are chasing him, and he is not a fugitive.

"Huh~"

The howling wind continued to beat Harry's body mercilessly. He looked at the Golden Snitch in front of him. Perhaps affected by the cold and snow, its speed had obviously slowed down a lot.

In fact, this is the internal setting of the Golden Snitch. Its speed will be slower in snowy weather, so that the chaser can catch it as soon as possible and the game will end sooner. Watching the game in the wind and snow will affect the experience of watching the game.

But Harry didn't know this, he only knew that his chance had come, his body was almost close to the broom, the wind resistance had been minimized, and the Nimbus 2001 was indeed the most advanced broom, here During this high-speed flight, it accelerated again to the limit.

Harry stretched out his hand suddenly, and took the golden metal ball, which was about the size of a walnut, in his hand.

Just when Harry lost his mind for a moment, the group of dementors behind him rushed up in an instant.

He only saw a face that looked like a rotting corpse, without any facial features. The original mouth was replaced by a deep black hole.

Immediately after a strong attraction erupted, Harry felt as if his soul had been pulled out, his head was filled with all kinds of painful memories, and the huge sense of fear made him feel dazed for a moment, and he almost passed out.

At the critical moment, a faint golden light appeared on Harry's body, and a complicated dharma ring appeared on his chest, shaped like a big tree, the branches and vines were covered with golden afterglow.

The moment the light came on, hundreds of dementors around him were bounced off.

The big tree like the sun not only repelled the dementors but also brought back Harry's consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.

He must get away from here as soon as possible.

The moment his consciousness returned to his body, Harry made the most correct choice, diving directly below him. The speed of the dementor is much faster than that of a broomstick, and there is only such a direct dive that is almost crazy and close to [-] degrees. , relying on the speed of the fall and the speed of the broom itself, it is possible to get rid of the group of dark creatures.

"puff!"

Layers of cloud and mist seemed to be broken by shells.

The gap was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly a figure flew out of the wind and snow.

It's Harry.

But his position is quite far away.

It took less than a few seconds for Harry to descend from an altitude of one thousand meters to one hundred meters, but when his field of vision finally widened, he noticed that his position was no longer above the stadium, but farther away. over the Black Lake.

"Roar!"

Hundreds of roars came from behind, which made him have no time to think about it.

Harry could only raise the broom with all his strength, and flew towards the Quidditch stands as fast as possible.

"My God! What's that?"

Everyone in the stands also noticed the terrifying scene in the distance.

The dementor in the cloak looked like a black cloud with claws and claws from a distance. Hundreds of huge black shadows flew close to the ground, chasing Harry in front of him frantically.

"Harry! This way!" Melda hastily turned around, because the Black Lake was behind the Gryffindor stands.

(End of this chapter)