Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

As the first Quidditch match approached, the weather conditions worsened, with wind and rain accompanied by thunder.

In the corridor, Oliver Wood urgently stopped Harry, who had just finished class, to deliver some bad news.

"Our opponents for Sunday's match aren't Slytherin!" he said, his face full of anger. "Flint just came to me, telling us we'll be playing against Hufflepuff."

"Flint's reason is that their Seeker, Draco Malfoy, hasn't recovered from the injury on his arm yet." Wood continued through gritted teeth, "The reason they're doing this is obvious, they don't want to play in this terrible weather, believing it will lower Slytherin's chances of winning."

The wind howled, the rain poured down, and the entire sky was covered in dark clouds, with distant thunder constantly rolling in, as if adding background music to Wood's words.

"Malfoy's arm isn't as serious as he's making out, it should have healed long ago!" Harry retorted angrily. "Malfoy is faking it!"

"I know that, of course, but we have no proof." Wood sighed helplessly. "We've been training with tactics to face Slytherin, but now we have to face Hufflepuff, whose style is completely different. Especially since they have a new Captain and Seeker this year, Cedric Diggory."

"What should we do now?" Harry asked anxiously, "Those despicable Slytherins!"

"Sorry, Jerry, that doesn't include you." Harry quickly turned to explain to Jerry, afraid he had misunderstood him.

"Harry, immediately gather on the Quidditch pitch after school, we need to start specific training against Hufflepuff right away! Time waits for no one! I'll go and inform the other players, especially Angelina and Katie, lest they forget how to ride a broom when they see Cedric on the field!" Wood said quickly, then hurried away.

"Harry, good luck!" Ron patted him on the shoulder, cheering him on.

Harry chuckled and replied easily, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Honestly, is there anything worse than Professor Lupin being sick and taking leave, resulting in Professor Snape taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Neville nodded in deep agreement, saying in a low voice, "Potions class is already torture enough, and now there's another Defense Against the Dark Arts class…"

"Fortunately, it's only temporary, let's hope Professor Lupin recovers soon!"

Sunday, match day, the wind raged and the rain poured down, more fiercely than ever before. Due to the darkness, extra torches and lanterns were added in the corridors and classrooms, barely illuminating the surroundings.

The Slytherin team members wore gloating expressions on their faces, with Malfoy being the most smug.

"Ah, I really wish my arm would heal faster!" he sighed affectedly, as the wind outside slammed against the windows like a ferocious beast.

"Today's match will probably be a tough battle!" Hermione said to Jerry, listening to the rumbling thunder outside while drinking her porridge.

"Here, Hermione!" Harry came out of the common room, handing Crookshanks, whom he was holding in his arms, to Hermione. "I found him at the entrance of the boys' dormitory. You have to keep an eye on Crookshanks, the little guy seems to want to sneak into the boys' dormitory again."

"I'm sorry, Harry, Crookshanks always likes to sneak out of the dormitory in the middle of the night. He doesn't like being locked in a small cage." Hermione quickly apologized to Harry, then sternly reprimanded Crookshanks, "If you dare do this again, I'll send you to live in the Slytherin dungeon!"

Quidditch has always been popular on campus, and even in the wind and rain, the whole school gathered as scheduled, their enthusiasm undiminished, to watch the match. They ran towards the pitch along the lawn, the wind howling, forcing them to lower their heads and walk against the wind, their umbrellas easily blown away.

"This is insane, we still have to play Quidditch in this weather!" Jerry couldn't help complaining. "Why did we run out here to suffer? We should be curled up on the sofa by the fireplace in this weather, doing nothing, warm and dry, that's the most comfortable!"

"Okay, stop complaining," Hermione hugged Jerry's arm, and the two squeezed under an umbrella. She gently shook Jerry's arm and said, "Think about Harry, they have to fly on brooms in this weather!"

The wind grew fiercer, almost blowing them off their feet. They struggled towards the pitch, each step seeming to fight against the wind, thunder rumbling, and the cheers of the audience rising and falling.

The two met the Gryffindor team in their bright red robes on the pitch, as they were preparing to enter the game. But in just a few minutes, before the game even started, Harry and the others were soaked to the bone, as if they were in an ice cellar, almost losing consciousness from the cold.

The rain relentlessly beat against the glasses Harry was wearing, blurring his vision. How could he possibly catch sight of the Golden Snitch in this situation?

"Harry, over here!" Jerry waved in their direction.

"What's wrong, Jerry?" Harry took off his glasses and hurriedly wiped the water droplets off the lenses with his robes. "Wearing these glasses, I can hardly see anything, let alone catch the Golden Snitch."

"Of course I know!" Jerry took out his wand and gently waved it at Harry's glasses. "Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

"See, now the lenses are not afraid of water!" Jerry pointed to the glasses and said.

"That's great, Jerry, you've really helped a lot!" Wood gave Jerry an enthusiastic hug, seemingly wishing he could kiss him, "If I were a girl, I would definitely fall in love with you too!"

Hermione suddenly became alert, this is the UK, so… have to be careful!

Shortly after arriving in the stands, Madam Hooch placed the whistle to her lips and blew gently, the thin sound seeming to come from afar, announcing the official start of the match. The thick rain screen blocked everyone's view, making it possible to only vaguely make out the blurry outlines of the players on the field.

Thanks to the charm Jerry cast, Harry's lenses remained clear in the wind and rain, allowing him to see everything around him, although his body was still shivering from the cold.

Harry skillfully steered his broom, shuttling freely through the wind and rain, his eyes searching for the Golden Snitch. He skillfully dodged a fierce Bludger, and agilely bent down to pass under Cedric, who was flying towards him. Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap rang out, followed by a zigzag of lightning tearing through the sky, and the situation became even more critical.

At this tense and exciting moment, Cedric quickly swept across the field, and in the heavy rain between the two of them, a small golden dot shimmered with dazzling light.

Harry's heart tightened, and he instantly dove onto the broom handle, rushing towards the Golden Snitch at top speed.

"Something doesn't seem right!" Jerry suddenly stood up, his brow furrowed, and his tone revealed unprecedented seriousness. Harry was flying higher and higher in the air, until he completely disappeared into the cloud-covered sky, leaving no trace.

The sound of the wind and rain suddenly weakened. Although the wind was still blowing fiercely, it seemed to have lost its original roar, as if someone had pressed the mute button. The audience in the Quidditch stadium seemed to have suddenly become deaf, able only to watch the changes in the sky, but unable to hear any sound.

Then, a chilling cold swept over, invading the bodies of everyone present. The cold was icy and piercing, as if invisible ice water was pouring into everyone's chest, cutting their internal organs, making people shiver.

Everyone stared nervously at the gray sky, and suddenly, a terrifying scene appeared in their vision – Harry, unconscious, was falling from his broom in the sky, rushing towards the ground at an alarming speed.

In an instant, screams of terror rose and fell, echoing throughout the Quidditch stadium.

With Professor Dumbledore's incantation, a dazzling silvery-white light burst from his wand, instantly blooming into a small, sun-like, brilliant silvery-white sphere of light on the Quidditch field.

The intense light was blinding, forcing everyone to close their eyes and shield themselves. Dementors, icy rain, and the dark clouds in the sky, in the face of the powerful force of the Patronus Charm, were swept away as if by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace.

When everyone slowly opened their eyes, they were shocked to find that the Dementors that had once caused fear had disappeared. The heavy clouds that had originally covered the Quidditch pitch had also vanished, as if a corner of a gray canvas had been lifted, revealing the brilliant colors hidden within.

Strands of warm sunlight poured down through the cracked opening, shining on the Quidditch pitch, illuminating the entire field with golden light, shimmering and glowing.

This, this Patronus Charm is too exaggerated!" Jerry stared blankly at the sky, at the corner of darkness that seemed to have been torn open.