All things are three at Hogwarts

The first Quidditch match is approaching and the weather is getting worse.

But the Ravenclaws, who are eager to win the championship, are completely unafraid, as if nothing can stop their desire for victory.

During the last training session before the first game of the Quidditch season, Roger Davis told everyone the not-so-good news, "The team we're going to play against in the first game has become Slytherin."

"Why?" the team members asked in unison.

"Flint's reason is that their Seeker's arm is still injured and he can't play against Gryffindor." Roger gritted his teeth angrily and said, "The reason why they did this is obvious. They don't want to be in this situation." weather competition, thinking it would reduce their chances of winning..."

"But we have been training Hufflepuff tactics for a long time." Qiuzhang's cheeks turned red, not sure whether it was because of exercise or anger.

The storm raged all day long, and while Qiu Zhang was speaking, they could still hear the rumble of thunder in the distance.

"In this case, we should use all our strength to make the Slytherins realize that we are more terrifying than the storm!" Allen said solemnly.

For the current Slytherins, they are obviously very proud that their actions have disrupted the battle plans of several other houses.

On the morning of Gryffindor's game against Hufflepuff, the wind was howling and the rain was falling harder than ever.

The corridors and auditorium were too dark, so more torches and lanterns were lit.

The Slytherin players all showed gloating expressions, and the most proud one was Malfoy.

"Oh, if only my arms would feel better!" he sighed as the wind beat against the windows.

"How shameless!" Penello bitterly stirred the pumpkin porridge in the bowl.

She wasn't the only one cursing.

Quidditch matches aren't canceled because of something as trivial as a lightning storm.

When the players from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff took the field, they brought a heroic feeling to the audience in the stands.

This was definitely a tough showdown, with the cold rain pouring and pouring.

Amid the howling wind, the spectators in the stands could not hear the commentary or see the game clearly.

The players walking around the field felt even worse.

They were frozen stiff and it became increasingly difficult to hold on to the broom.

Gryffindor's captain Wood called a timeout, and Allen sincerely hoped that no matter who it was, it would be best to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the game.

The team members who came on stage again drove their brooms through the storm, looking around for the snitch.

Gryffindor's momentum seemed even stronger. This is indeed a tenacious team.

There was a thunderclap, followed by zigzag lightning.

The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the stands, and Allen's attention was focused on the Gryffindor stands: the silhouette of a large black dog with shaggy hair, highlighted by the sky, was sitting in the top row of empty seats. superior.

"Damn it!" Allen couldn't help but cursed.

"They found the Golden Snitch!" Michael said excitedly.

However, a strange thing happened.

An eerie silence passed over the entire stadium.

Although the wind was still as strong as ever, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume.

Then, a terrifyingly familiar chill hit Allen and invaded his body.

Allen moved his gaze from the sky to the ground. There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, all the hidden faces raised, looking for traces of Black in the stands.

They even didn't let go of the little wizard flying in the air and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly there was a piercing scream from the stands, and Harry fell straight from the sky.

Professor Dumbledore rushed onto the field and waved his wand, causing Harry to slow down as he landed.

Then he turned his wand on the dementors and shot something silvery at them.

Alan drew his wand without hesitation and stood up.

"Calling the Guardians!" A phoenix erupted from the top of his wand and circled towards the group of dementors.

This was the best opportunity for actual combat. The little wizards in Ravenclaw took out their wands and thought desperately about their happiest things.

The courage of the little wizards is commendable, but the actual effect is extremely limited.

Most of the young Ravenclaw wizards who had participated in the training only had a shapeless silver ball of air on the top of their wands.

Only Penello's patron saint, the fox, nimbly flew down from the stands and rushed towards the large group of dementors.

The professors also took out their wands and issued their own patronus.

Two phoenixes took the lead, followed by various animal patron saints. The dementors immediately left the stadium and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is he dead?" Michael asked fearfully.

"No, he didn't even break his glasses." Allen replied solemnly.

"And the ground is soft, luckily it rained heavily," Penello added.

Professor Dumbledore used his wand to direct Harry to fly to a stretcher, and then strode towards the castle.

Harry's stretcher floated close behind.

Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory clutched the Golden Snitch in his hand and looked a little bewildered.

Cedric and Mrs. Hooch asked for a rematch, but Wood believed that Hufflepuff won fair and Gryffindor lost.

When all the little wizards left the stands, Wood was still kneeling in the mud, looking extremely sad.

"Alan, we must not follow in the footsteps of Gryffindor!" Roger patted Alan on the shoulder, looked at Wood in the rain, and spoke in a heavy tone.

Harry was admitted to the school hospital, and Alan was not worried about his safety at all.

But not to visit would seem callous.

So, Alan took some candies bought in Hogsmeade and headed to the school hospital.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to come see Harry." Ron said strangely, sitting on Harry's bedside.

Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Ron with disapproval.

"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery." Alan ignored Ron's strange look and gave Harry the candy he had wrapped.

"Thank you, Alan." Harry winked and took the candy.

Harry actually wanted to tell Alan how he felt at this time.

He felt that he had really encountered something "ominous". There were also dementors, which also caused him great trouble.

Harry couldn't confide these troubles to Hermione and Ron, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would sneer.

Alan was the best person to talk to, but Harry couldn't speak out. The words were stuck in his heart, making Harry feel even heavier.

Since when did he become so estranged from Allen?