Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

He brushed the wet hair out of his eyes and squinted at the stands again. The dog was gone.

"Harry!" Wood's distressed shout came from the Gryffindor goal, "Harry, behind you!"

Harry looked around in panic, Diggory fell towards the field continuously, a small golden spot flashed between them in the rainy air, Harry threw himself on the broomstick in panic, twirling and rushing towards the ground. Golden Snitch.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Harry and Diggory who were approaching the Snitch. Diggory was closer than Harry, but Harry was faster than him.

In the stands, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly held Ivan's left arm tightly, and she screamed in a terrified voice, "Look, look there!".

Following her gaze, Ivan's heart skipped a beat, and he saw behind Harry and Digory, a deep black stretch across the distant sky.

Like ink dripping in water and spreading outward, more than 100 dementors were attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch pitch, and they rushed quickly with a terrible cold current.

The dementors seem to be invited to a feast. They are wearing dark gray tattered cloaks, floating in the air, a pair of rotten hands that seep out of the pus are slowly shaking outside the hood, and the air is full of rotten The smell of rotting meat.

Following the lines formed by the ice in the air, Aiwen saw something flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the dementors above, which was their happy mood.

The whole world instantly turned black and white, and there was a timid silence in the terraces around the runway. The wind, although still as strong as before, forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.

Ivan saw Hermione yelling at himself, but he couldn't hear anything.

He jerked his wand out and aimed it at the dementor in the center of the arena.

"Call God to protect you!" He shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

A ray of silvery light emanated from his wand, flickering in the wind and rain like a flame, bringing a moment of color to this black-and-white world ruled by spirits and spirits.

But no, this ray of light dissipated instantly and turned into a faint blue smoke.

"Damn it, there are too many dementors!" Ivan chanted the spell again, thinking about things that made him happy.

The surprise at the moment when he received the letter from Hogwarts, the joy when he learned the first spell, the happy time with his friends, the light at the tip of Aven's wand grew stronger and stronger, and a complete animal was Gradually condense.

But it was a little short of that, the black terror of the dementors pressing down from all sides.

Ivan tightened the wand in his hand. He remembered the scene when he released the complete Patronus on the train for the first time. At that time, he couldn't hold on any longer. It was Hermione who gave him hope again. Feel.

Ivan suddenly felt a trembling and weak body close to him. He turned his head and saw Hermione looking at him nervously.

Yes, that's how it feels!

In the next second, a dazzling silver-white animal emerged from Ivan's wand.

The power of the patron saint spell comes from the positive power of the heart. In addition to the happy emotions that people have always said, it also includes hope, the desire to live, and protection itself.

When you show a strong desire to protect someone deep in your heart, then you will also send out a complete physical guardian spirit.

How strong is the determination to protect, and how strong is the released Patronus.

It's not happy memories, but Aiwen's heart of guardianship to Hermione inspired this spell.

His patron saint is a cat, but it is much stronger and more ferocious than ordinary cats. It is dotted with silver light all over and has intricate stripes, just like a fierce tiger.

Is it a cat or a tiger?

All the little wizards in the stands exclaimed. They seemed to have never seen such a strange and rare creature.

But Aiwen knew that his patron saint had exactly the same image as Animagus, both of which were black cats.

Because of the strong desire to protect Hermione deep in his heart at this moment, this patron saint looks extremely powerful.

The patron saint represents a person's hidden, unknown, but inevitable character. It is the mysterious self that will end its dormancy and wake up only at a necessary moment.Aiwen's patron saint, with the aura of a king, and his determination to protect Hermione, fiercely rushed towards the dementors in the center of the field, knocking them away.

In mid-air, Harry quickly approached the Snitch.

He was only a little short, he was faster than Digory, but time seemed to stand still all around him.

Harry felt as if he had entered a black hole from which he would never fly out, and he was moving forward helplessly in it, the temperature around him was getting colder and colder, his breathing began to freeze, and the freezing rainwater drilled into his body, cutting him internal organs.

He heard the same voice he had heard the last time on the train, someone moaning, moaning inside his head, a woman's voice.

"Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please, don't touch Harry!"

"Go away, you stupid woman, go away, now..."

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me, you kill me!"

Harry's mind was numb, what's going on, what is he doing, why is he flying, he is getting closer and closer to the golden snitch, but his attention is focused on the woman in his mind.

He had to help her, she was going to die, she was going to be murdered!

"Don't touch Harry! Please don't move... have mercy... have mercy..."

Her only answer was a sharp, cruel laugh, which was extremely harsh amidst the woman's pleadings.

Harry felt like he didn't know anything, he couldn't help the woman, he seemed to have slipped off the broomstick, just when he thought he was going to fall like this, a silver-white animal suddenly flew over from below .

This is Ivan's patron saint, exactly the same as his Animagus, both are black cats.

A blur of consciousness returned to Harry's mind, and he saw many dementors surrounding him, their faces hidden under their hoods, all facing him.

It was pitch black under the turban, and there was nothing.

No, Harry saw something inside, and it was...

His eyes widened suddenly, full of panic, he wanted to pull out his wand, but he found that he had fallen off the broomstick, and his Nimbus 2000 flew towards the Forbidden Forest along the original track past.

The icy rain fell rapidly, hitting Harry's pale face hard, and he stretched out his right hand weakly, trying to grab the broomstick.

But it's useless, more dementors are approaching here, the light of Aiwen's patron saint is getting weaker and weaker, and the woman's pleading and harsh laughter reappeared in their minds, and they are still talking What, that man seemed to say something very scary.

Harry tried to recall the words, but couldn't remember anything.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

In the next second, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Chapter 93 The Patron Saint of Little Wizards

Endless darkness completely enveloped the Quidditch field, and the little wizards silently watched the dementors floating above them, constantly thinking about terrible things in their minds.

They feel depressed, powerless, and terrified, as if the world is ending.

"Call God Guard!"

Just when everyone was in despair, a slightly immature but extremely firm voice sounded from the Gryffindor stands.

Like a ray of light in the darkness, a silvery-white animal suddenly appears, bringing the only color and light to this dark black-and-white world.

The little wizards all turned their heads, and they saw a thin boy pointing his wand at more than 100 ferocious dementors in the sky. The light from the tip of his wand built a solid city wall in front of the dementors, like the only one in the dark. dawn.

This picture is engraved in everyone's mind, and it has not been forgotten until many years later.

"It's Evan Mason, that's his patron saint."

I don't know who yelled, and everyone suddenly remembered that they had read an article on resisting dementors in the "Hogwarts Wizardry", and the "Patronus Charm" was the only spell that could resist dementors.

The little wizards hurriedly took out their wands, pointed at the sky and said the spell.

Like the dots of stars in the dark night, silvery-white lights lit up on the stands.

Soon, Ivan knew how many people were secretly practicing the Patronus Charm, and there were probably more than 600 silver-white lights on the entire stand.

The dense light mist emitted by everyone merged into one piece, dispelling the fear and cold in an instant.

Among them, quite a few people began to condense a complete Patronus at the tip of their wands.

Percy's Patronus rushed out of the haze first, it looked like a weasel, followed by a dozen or so strange Patronuses.

Ivan saw an otter also appear at the tip of Hermione's wand, it circled itself twice, and then flew towards the dementor.

Following these complete patron saints, white mist spewed upwards, and countless halos scattered in all directions.

Like a sharp arrow, the mist strikes the dementors at the will of the caster.

The dementors seem to have never encountered such a situation. Faced with so many patron saints and a large amount of light mist composed of happy emotions, they backed away in horror. It was the first time for the monsters who were brought despair and fear by others. Once they felt the taste of fear itself, they instinctively wanted to escape.

In the next second, a pleasant chirping sound came from the highest part of the castle.

This is the voice of Fox, which Ivan heard in the secret room last semester.He turned his head and saw a huge silver-white phoenix flapping its wings and flying out of the principal's office. It was Dumbledore's Patronus, a very rare and powerful magical creature Patronus.

With a huge white halo that was more dazzling than all Patronus, it quickly approached the Quidditch pitch.Under its light, those slow-moving dementors are turning into wisps of green smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely disappearing from this world.

Ordinary wizards' amulets can only drive away dementors at most, but Dumbledore's phoenix can really kill dementors.

It seems that these dementors broke into the castle, making the greatest White Wizard of the living really angry.

In the next second, along the trajectory of the phoenix, Ivan saw Harry falling from a high altitude, and he hurriedly ran towards the center of the Quidditch field.

Ron and Hermione froze for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

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"It's a good thing the ground is so soft."

"I thought he was going to die, but he didn't even break his glasses."

Harry heard the men whispering, but could not understand what they were saying.

He didn't know where he was, or how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here.

All he knew was that he was in pain all over, as if he had been beaten.

"Thanks to Aiwen and his protector, we wake up from fear and despair!"

"More than 100 dementors, the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Yeah, the scariest, scariest thing ever!Harry remembered, those black shadows in the hood, the horrible...

Also, with the coldness all over his body and the screams that kept ringing in his head, the man seemed to have said something at the end...

Harry opened his eyes suddenly. He was lying in the school hospital.

The members of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team, splashed with mud from head to toe, were circling around his bed.Ivan, Ron, and Hermione were also there, and they looked as if they had just climbed out of the swimming pool.

"Harry, Harry! What do you think?" Ron looked extremely pale.

"What happened?" Harry's memory flew back quickly, and he sat up suddenly, startling everyone in front of him.

"You fell! There must have been, then fifty feet?!" said Ron.

"We thought you were dead!" followed Aliya, who was standing aside, looking shaken.

Hermione let out a low screech at her words, her eyes congested with blood.

"But that match..." said Harry, "what happened? Can we play again?"

No one spoke, and the terrible truth sank like a stone in Harry's mind.

"We didn't...fail, did we?"

"Digory caught the Snitch!" said Fred. "Just after you fell, he didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he was going to call off the fight." The game, I want to rematch it."

"But they won fair and aboveboard, and even Wood admits this." George continued.

"Where's Wood?" Harry looked around, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"Still in the rain!" said Fred. "We think he's going to drown himself."

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with his hands.

"Well, Harry, you've always caught the Snitch before," said Fred.

"There's always going to be a miss," George said. "The game isn't over yet!"

"We lost a hundred points, didn't we? So, if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

"Hufflepuff will lose at least two hundred points," said George, "but if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"No way, Ravenclaw is great. But if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff..."

"It all depends on the points. No matter who wins or loses, it's all about [-]%."

Harry lay on the hospital bed, listening to Fred and George's discussion, without saying a word.

They lost, all because of him, the first time he had lost a Quidditch match.

About 10 minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team to put Harry to rest.

"We'll see you later," Fred told Harry. "Don't blame yourself, Harry! You're still our best Seeker."

The team left, leaving trails of mud behind.Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking unhappy.

Ivan, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and stayed.