Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 221 Wood in the Rain

At this moment.

There were more than just a few dozen of those ugly creatures.

There are at least hundreds!

They drifted silently beneath the Quidditch pitch.

Meanwhile, the Quidditch players who had gathered in the stands also rode their brooms and flew into the air, trying to get away from them.

However, due to the presence of the Dementors, they are still in the middle of the competition and cannot leave the arena directly.

This forces them to try to continue the match while avoiding contact with the Dementors.

Ultimately, their flight postures were disrupted to the point of becoming somewhat chaotic, and even began to distort.

Dylan saw that Harry was naturally the one most affected.

His mindset always undergoes extremely strong changes when facing Dementors.

And judging from his expression, he seemed to be experiencing even more intense emotions than when he encountered the Dementors on the Hogwarts Express.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

He had given Harry an amulet before.

With the amulet, while it's not to say that most Dementors wouldn't bother Harry, at least Harry's mindset was somewhat calmed down because of the amulet.

However, it seems that because of the competition, Harry didn't wear the amulet that he was given at all.

Hermione stood anxiously in front of Dylan.

"I feel like Harry..."

Before she could finish speaking...

Harry plunged headfirst off the flying broomstick.

His broom spun wildly in the air, its thin branches at the end being torn apart and bent by the gale.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the surging rain, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

Only a few fleeting broom streaks remained, which quickly vanished without a trace.

"what!"

Hermione gasped in surprise, her scream piercing the rain.

"Help him!"

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his wand.

"Expecto Patronum (Patron Guardian)!"

In an instant.

A silvery-white substance gushed out.

The Dementors in the arena seemed to be terrified by this power and began to tremble violently. The black mist beneath their black robes churned wildly, twisting their forms as they desperately retreated.

A flash of silver light flashed.

A Poro wearing a Pixiu outfit leaped out of the light.

They're round and chubby, quite cute.

It rushed straight into the field, circled around the unconscious Harry, and stopped his descent.

Just then, an even more powerful force swept in.

—That was a spell cast by Dumbledore.

As Old Deng angrily waved his wand, a burst of silvery-white light exploded out like a surging wave!

Although the Patronus summoned by Dumbledore was not seen.

However, the sheer vastness of those silvery-white substances can themselves be regarded as guardian deities.

This made the silvery-white clouds released by Dylan pale in comparison.

Dylan blinked.

He said that he had only summoned a Poro, so why did those Dementors look like they had lost their parents?

—They don't even have parents!

It turned out to be because of Old Deng, who was filled with anger.

These Dementors possess intelligence and wisdom, and they can easily distinguish who is not to be trifled with.

"Shh!"

The enormous, silvery wave, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, ripped the Dementors off the borders of Hogwarts.

Where the waves swept by.

Harry's body was also lifted up.

Poro, who was still struggling to lift Harry up with his little hands, was stunned when he felt the weight above him lighten.

It blankly raised its head.

Then they saw that the person the master had made to lift had been swept away by another force and then carried away.

Pixiu Polu blinked.

It turned its head and looked at Dylan.

Dylan also waved his wand, withdrawing his power.

Poro immediately understood his master's meaning.

It flew towards Dylan, eventually disappearing into the tip of the wand.

Hermione stared blankly.

"You...you've already been able to summon a guardian spirit?!"

Dylan shrugged. "Yes."

—After this period of learning and experimentation, as well as subtle changes in mindset.

He was increasingly able to feel a kind of joy that came from within.

Therefore, he is now able to summon his guardian spirits at a relatively free pace.

“Fudge, I think you’ve really forgotten what I said back then.”

at the same time.

The other side of the stands.

Old Deng muttered to himself.

After he had driven away all the Dementors, his robe billowed in a somewhat chilling arc as he turned around.

Dumbledore looked at Harry, who had been brought there by his magic, his usually kind face now appearing as if it were covered with ice.

His lips were flat, without a trace of a smile.

Fortunately, before he could react, someone else used the Patronus Charm to save Harry.

This is why Harry didn't suffer any physical injury from falling from the sky.

They did not suffer any psychological or mental trauma due to excessive contact with Dementors or being influenced by them.

This whole mess happened.

The match naturally could not continue.

—Or rather, the game is over.

because……

Cedric already held a golden snitch in his hand.

Hufflepuff won.

The players on the field also landed one after another.

Cedric still looked somewhat bewildered.

He had no idea how he caught the Golden Snitch.

Harry had spotted the Golden Snitch and was even close to catching it, but then...

But in the end, they won.

But given the current situation...

Does this mean they've truly won?
Cedric looked somewhat confused.

The professors all crowded around Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's eyes were cold.

The wand in his hand trembled slightly.

Fine, silvery-blue ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

An ordinary medical stretcher appeared instantly, floating in mid-air.

Then, he used a spell to levitate Harry and place him on a stretcher.

He then turned around, and the stretcher naturally followed behind him.

"Go on, Rolanda, do your work."

Dumbledore looked at Madam Hooch, who was standing to the side with a worried expression, and said, "I'll take Harry to get treatment first, and I'll leave things here to you."

Mrs. Fokchi nodded.

She quickly straightened her referee uniform, which was soaked by the rain.

Then he raised his wand and amplified his voice.

"Everyone, quiet down! Do not make any noise! ​​I now declare that Hufflepuff has won this Quidditch match!"

As Mrs. Hodge's words fell.

Cheers came from the sidelines from the Hufflepuff team.

But just then.

Somewhat surprisingly...

Cedric, however, leaped off the broom.

Rain streamed down his golden hair, then slid down his jawline. He watched Harry being carried away on a stretcher in the distance, the joy of victory gradually cooling in the cold rain.

After a moment of silence, Cedric took a deep breath.

He took two steps at a time, his pace quick and steady, and walked up to Madam Huoqi.

Mrs. Huo Qi was taken aback.

"what happened?"

"Mrs. Hodge, as the captain of Team Hufflepuff, on behalf of Hufflepuff, I request a rematch!"

Cedric's voice remained clear even in the torrential rain.

Madam Huo Qi was taken aback again: "Why?"

"Potter fell because of the Dementors' interference, which everyone saw with their own eyes. I don't think the real match should have ended like this. Gryffindor deserves a fair duel, and Quidditch's honor should not be tarnished."

After saying this, he nodded slightly and waited quietly for Madam Huo Qi's response.

His decision caused the cheering Hufflepuffs to slowly fall silent.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ultimately, this did not stop Cedric's idea.

No one raised any objection to this.

However, while Hufflepuff had no objections, Mrs. Hodge couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She was the referee.

The results have been announced.

Although it was only the first match, not the first match that represented all the matches.

However, she had never experienced anything like this in her previous refereeing career.

If Hufflepuff hadn't made that decision, then it wouldn't have been so bad.

However, Hufflepuff, who had already won, demanded a rematch, and she was unsure whether she should announce another match.

after all……

The Quidditch rules make no mention of any player being affected by a Dementor, which could lead to a loss or defeat.

How should we make the right arrangements to maintain the greatest possible fairness?

Mrs. Hooch's wand twirled halfway around her fingertip, then stopped.

Rain dripped down the brim of her referee's hat, pattering beneath her hesitant gaze.

Just as she was about to speak but hesitated.

Wood suddenly pushed through the crowd and strode forward.

The Gryffindor team uniforms were still dripping wet.

He struggled to move his Adam's apple twice, managing to force a smile that looked more like a grimace, but his voice remained clear and distinct.

“Mrs. Hodge, I don’t think there’s any need for a rematch. Hufflepuff won fair and square.”

As he said this, he gripped the somewhat old broom handle, his knuckles turning white.

And what clung to his eyelashes was neither raindrops nor tears.

“I think even Harry would want us to…follow the rules.”

Wood let out a heavy sigh.

The wind swept past, carrying damp air, and dispersed his breath.

The boy's trembling shoulders contrasted sharply with his resolute words.

Mrs. Hodge looked at Wood with a composed expression.

Then she looked at Cedric, who was also standing there, stunned.

Finally, she pursed her lips and nodded gently.

"Very good, you did very well. In that case, the result of the match shall remain unchanged."

Mrs. Hooch waved her wand again, making the sound echo throughout the Quidditch pitch.

"Hufflepuff wins! Now, everyone listen up! The Gryffindor students go first and return to the castle!"

"Next up are Hufflepuff, then Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Don't push, return in an orderly fashion!"

"All prefects, lead your students to prevent a stampede!"

Mrs. Focke was directing the situation on site.

The chaotic scene was quickly organized into an orderly queue.

The rain continued to pour down.

But under Madam Hooch's methodical arrangement, the students began to wade through the puddles, wrapped themselves tightly in their cloaks, and headed toward the castle one by one.

soon.

The Quidditch pitch was practically empty.

Wood remained standing in the middle of the wet lawn, letting the rain soak through his bright red team jersey.

He raised his head and looked up at the churning dark clouds.

Raindrops streamed down her eyelashes.

I can no longer distinguish between the salty tears and the rain.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players didn't leave either.

—The captain hasn't left, so how could they leave?

However, they did not approach Wood.

But they were just standing at a distance, huddled under an umbrella, watching their captain with worried eyes.

No one knows this better than them.

for this game.

Wood spent countless days and nights on the training field.

And how hard they trained.

Everyone was exhausted from his training.

But their captain was just as tired.

They might even work harder than them.

In the stands.

Hermione and Ron paused, wanting to leave to check on Harry, but unsure if they should leave now.

Dylan shook his head: "Don't worry about it. I think he'll get over it eventually. You guys go back and see how Harry is. I'll go check on Wood."

Hermione and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and hurriedly left the stands.

Dylan also walked off the stage.

After he got closer.

Fred eventually took a few steps forward and came to Wood's side.

"Only a hundred points behind."

George followed closely beside Fred.

He nodded.

"Yeah, if Ravenclaw could beat Hufflepuff..."

"Let's win the last two! Beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin—"

"We can still be the ultimate winners!"

Fred and George spoke at the same time.

They stood beside Wood.

The crisp sound of palms clapping together can even penetrate the rain.

Then, the two cautiously looked at Wood.

But the latter still only left them with a sculpture-like silhouette.

—This usually energetic captain seemed to be bound by a spell, as if even the hem of his clothes was frozen in the wind.

Fred nudged Dylan with his elbow.

George also looked at Dylan, asking what they should do now.

Dylan shrugged.

Some obsessions are like swords being forged.

The more scarred and battered one is...

The more regrets one has, the more one must hold fast to one's purity.

“I think he wasn’t wallowing in grief, but rather waiting for his faith to be reborn amidst the ruins.”

Fred and George were taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Dylan rolled his eyes.

"What I mean is, let's prepare some energy drinks and ginger tea. He's bound to have a fever tomorrow morning, and you don't want your captain to become a feverish mess, do you?"

"Clam?!"

Fred and George were both startled.

He immediately ran towards the castle.

Dylan shook his head and followed the flow of people at the back of the line.

We walked towards the castle.

As he passed the other Gryffindor players, he casually remarked, "Didn't any of you cast a spell on him to stop the rain from hitting him?"

Finally someone responded.

Yes, if the captain wants to get wet in the rain, why not just stop the rain?

What are they doing here, standing in the rain with the team leader?
(End of this chapter)