The Return to Hogwarts

"That's not necessarily true,"

Remus's face was as bad as the weather outside, and he muttered in a voice only he could hear.

"Perhaps he learned a few tricks from Voldemort."

Perhaps because he was too weak after the transformation, the cold air seeping through the cracks in the window made Remus shiver. He took a few steps back and went to the hearth to warm his cold hands, but it seemed to be of no use. The bone-chilling cold air still penetrated everywhere, making Lupin feel a vague sense of despair that he had nowhere to escape.

Strands of shimmering white frost, like the tentacles of a demon's web, spread from the window cracks, and the dark magic raged through the room.

Amusta, who had been deep in thought at his desk, had looked up at some point. He glanced at Lupin, who was leaning against the fireplace, his face ashen and trembling. His pale purple eyes flashed with fury.

"You dare to cause trouble at my place? You're asking for it!"

Chapter 211 The Abnormal Guardian

Harry had never played Quidditch in such dangerous weather before.

The surroundings were gloomy, and the icy rain, carried by the gale, pelted his cheeks like pebbles. The dark sky was filled with occasional, chilling explosions. It seemed that nothing existed between heaven and earth except for wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Harry felt like a small boat struggling to stay afloat in the boiling tide of a typhoon, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

Just then, a bouncing ball flew overhead. Harry tightened his grip on the wooden handle, his hands almost frozen, and quickly pulled up his flying broomstick to dodge the incoming bouncing ball.

"Sorry, Harry!"

The voices, judging from the distance of several dozen feet, were either Fred's or George's.

"The weather was so bad, I couldn't see clearly!"

Amidst the howling wind, Harry could faintly hear the Weasley brothers' apology, but he had no time to reply, for directly in front of him, Cedric Diggory, captain of Hufflepuff, burst through the rain.

"That must have been really tough!"

Cedric Harry smiled amicably, and the voice didn't reach him until the person had flown past him and disappeared behind him.

"If the two of us can't catch the thief, this match might go on until midnight!"

"Wood agrees with you!"

Harry yelled in response, but Cedric had already flown far away and didn't hear him at all.

Poor visibility coupled with howling wind and rain made the game very unwatchable.

The extremely dim sky stained the robes of both the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams of young wizards gray. Most of the young wizards crowded together in the stands couldn't tell which house's wizards were making the movements in the sky. However, this did not stop them from cheering and shouting at the top of their lungs. This was the charm of Quidditch.

Influenced by the cheerful atmosphere, Dumbledore, who rarely appears in the spotlight, was all smiles in the center of the stands. He didn't mind getting wet in the rain with the young wizards, and gave more space under the umbrellas to Professor McGonagall, who kept making tense calls.

"Harry!"

Suddenly, Wood, who was baring his teeth and brandishing his claws at the Gryffindor goal, attracted everyone's attention. At his prompting, everyone saw a fleeting golden flash somewhere between Harry and Cedric.

The enthusiastic atmosphere was completely ignited at this moment, and the sudden burst of cheers even shifted the direction of the slanting rain.

In the short period that followed, many things happened simultaneously.

Neville, who was only maintaining his balance with one hand, had his wand knocked out of his pocket by Hermione, who suddenly stood up. Professor McGonagall, her heart pounding and her throat pounding, grabbed Dumbledore's right hand in her panic. At the very top of the stands, a large black dog that had been huddled behind a wooden pillar under the canopy suddenly stood up. It seemed to want to escape, but the fear that was almost ingrained in its soul made its limbs tremble. It accidentally fell from the platform into the muddy ground that was already wet.

The pain emanating from his internal organs slightly eased his stiffness, and he took a step forward without hesitation to escape. But before he could, he saw a small black stick floating not far from him.

The world fell into a deathly silence. A deep, inky blackness spread at an alarming speed from the large iron gate at the school entrance, using rain as a medium to permeate the heavens and earth. A corrosive chill spread silently and wantonly.

Time seemed to stand still. In the blink of an eye, the joyful expressions on the faces of the young wizards, as if they had been struck by a mass petrification spell, froze. Ron and Hermione looked on in despair as Harry's body fell helplessly from mid-air.

Dumbledore's azure eyes flashed with cold fury. The priorities of driving away the Dementors and saving Potter lingered in his mind for a moment before he made his decision. He shook his right hand, trying to flick the wand out of his sleeve, but when he did so, he found that Professor McGonagall was holding his arm firmly and he could not move.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. In a split second, he extended his left hand and flicked his long index finger at Harry, who quickly slowed his descent.

Just as he was about to take back his right hand to drive away the Dementors that were trying to approach Harry, a surge of magic, like magma, on the third floor of the castle made Dumbledore pause, and he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Boom!

The deafening roar of Amosta shattering his office window was the only sound in this silent world.

The sudden burst of magic caused the rain curtain to tremble. A beam of light, as white as a wave crest, exploded from the office door window, expanding and rolling in. Countless raindrops frozen in mid-air were instantly cleared away, and the world was completely cleared!

Gazing calmly at the dozens of Dementors hovering in mid-air, Amosta's expression remained calm, though his eyes flashed like cold lightning. He lifted his robe and stepped out through the shattered window, his shadowy figure instantly covering a mile and standing atop the towering hoop of the Quidditch pitch!

Click!

A streak of blue-purple lightning ripped through the void and struck the muddy earth. In the dark and stormy world, the dazzling lightning illuminated Amosta's cold profile. This scene would be unforgettable for all the teachers and students present!

"What is Professor Blaine trying to do?!"

The Hufflepuff wizards were still floating in mid-air, looking bewildered, while the Weasley brothers from Gryffindor had already rushed down to check on Harry's condition. In the distance, Hermione and Ron, who were rushing towards the pitch, also stopped in their tracks. They looked up at Professor Blaine, who stood atop the club, resembling a god in the light of thunder, feeling both awe and bewilderment.

"Let them go back to where they belong, Amosta."

In the stands, Dumbledore's aged voice, amplified by magic, sounded incredibly loud, despite his equally cold expression.

Amostah nodded slightly, raised his head, and coldly stared at the dozens of Dementors above him that lingered like black death gods. He raised his wand high and the tip exploded, like a dam being opened. A silver torrent rushed out like a rushing river. In an instant, a bright moon rose slowly in the dim world!

pat-

"So what exactly?"

Gazing at the massive, silvery creature that filled the sky, its form like a winding mountain range encircling the entire Quidditch pitch, Fred's hand went limp, and he dropped his broom into the mud. He muttered to himself, lost in thought.

"What is that?"

Thump--

Hermione's weak legs could no longer support her body, and she knelt on the muddy ground, her body trembling with fear. Ron, who was beside her, wanted to help her, but his own trembling legs made it impossible for him to bend over.

call!

The giant serpent flapped its shimmering white wings, scattering countless strands of silver mist across the earth, freeing the young wizards from the influence of the Dementors. However, this did not restore the cheerful atmosphere.

After the guardian deity of Amostah appeared, the Quidditch pitch fell into an even more oppressive atmosphere. Every little wizard who gazed at that overwhelming figure felt as if they were looking directly at a god. The oppressive feeling from the soul brought everyone to the brink of collapse!

"how"

Snape, standing in the stands, spoke in a muttering voice.

"It has become so big"

"Have you met Severus, the patron saint of Amosta?"

Dumbledore, who also felt a slight sense of pressure, withdrew his solemn gaze and asked seriously.

Snape's lips moved, and under Dumbledore's pressing gaze, he hesitated before speaking.

“I gave him some guidance when he was learning the Patronus Charm in Amosta, but at that time the creature looked normal in size.”

"What is this, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall clutched her heart and said weakly, "A Patronus...is this a Patronus?"

"It's a Teng Snake, Professor, a magical creature from the East that's long since extinct!"

Hagrid, in a trembling voice, cleared up the doubts of everyone present.

And on the cue stick, Amosta, who unleashed such an astonishing guardian spirit, also had a furrowed brow.

Chapter 212 Strange Things

"A magical creature from the East—the Teng Snake?"

Professor McGonagall gasped for breath, as if someone were choking her.

"Albus, the guardian deity of magical creatures, I have never seen anyone else besides you!"

"Indeed, it is extremely rare."

Dumbledore gazed at the overwhelming, shimmering white serpent, and said with a frown,

"But it's not unique. In fact, what surprised me was that there's never been any record of the size of this guardian deity. How could a wizard's guardian deity be so enormous?"

"Could it be related to magic, Albus?"

Professor Flitwick shrieked out his opinion.

"I'm afraid not--"

Dumbledore said in a deep voice,

"We all know that the Patronus Charm is the only spell that wizards can master to subdue Dementors, an indestructible evil creature. Its power comes from the most positive emotions in our hearts; in other words, the power of this spell comes from our souls."

"So Amosta possesses exceptionally powerful soul energy?"

Professor Flitwick was always passionate when it came to the realm of spells, and he eagerly pressed for answers.

This time, however, Dumbledore did not give a reply. Judging from his serious expression, he probably did not agree with this view.

Just as Dumbledore and several heads of the house were discussing this amazing Patronus, Amostella, perched on a high pole, was also caught in utter astonishment.

Yes, that's right, he did intend to summon his guardian spirit to drive away the rampaging Dementors, but this enormous creature before him...

Everyone on the Quidditch pitch, including Amosta, was bewildered. But it wasn't just the wizards who were confused; the Dementors, resembling Grim Reapers, hovering in mid-air, were also filled with confusion. They floated before the enormous serpent head of the Patronus, a figure from mythology and epic tales, unable to understand why they felt no fear of this seemingly powerful guardian.

They even developed a little bit of intimacy!

Just then, the Teng Snake, which was almost as tall as the main building of Hogwarts Castle, flapped its shimmering white wings on its own. Under Amost's focused gaze, one of its silvery-white wings was suddenly stained with black, like a drop of ink falling into clear water. In just a few breaths, the wing was completely blackened. Thus, the guardian deity, who was like a giant serpent of the mortal world, had one black and one white wing, which was extremely strange!