Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 211, page 209: The Mad Horde of Dementors

The Quidditch match field is located in the upper left corner of Hogwarts, not too far away, only a 30-minute walk away.

When Dali and his companion arrived, many young wizards were already seated in the audience.

There was still one hour before the official start of the match.

Even though Wizarding cards are very popular, Quidditch is a traditional game in the Wizarding world, which doesn't stop some people from enjoying both Quidditch and Wizarding cards.

Looking up at the sky, I saw that the thick dark clouds almost completely blocked out the sun, and gusts of cold wind kept blowing.

Strictly speaking, the weather was terrible and not suitable for a Quidditch match.

However, that only means it's not suitable, not impossible. Quidditch matches are generally not canceled unless there are special circumstances such as a typhoon.

Even though the weather in England can change in an instant—it can be sunny in the morning, then pouring rain in the next, and then sunny again in the next—it's never been as gloomy and overcast as it is now, with not a ray of sunshine in sight.

"Ever since these damned creatures arrived at Hogwarts, not a single day has been sunny! These damned monsters, I've almost forgotten what a sunny day is like!"

On the field, a Hogwarts player was cursing loudly. As for who the monster he was talking about was, everyone knows without me saying.

Half an hour before the start of the match, the light rain turned into a downpour, strong winds howled, and thunder rumbled through the dark clouds.

Dudley pulled out his wand and waved it, causing the rain to separate automatically two centimeters above their heads and slide off to the side.

The little wizard sitting next to them could only look on with envy, struggling to hold up his umbrella and try his best not to let the strong wind blow it away.

"The match is about to begin."

Dudley saw Harry, who was sitting blankly next to the new Quidditch commentator.

Yes, a new commentator. The original commentator, Li Qiaodan, was replaced because of his unfair and biased commentary.

The new commentator is a Hufflepuff student who remains impartial and unbiased, even when facing his own school's team, simply stating the facts.

Harry hadn't had much contact with Quidditch in the past three years and didn't understand the rules at all. The only way he came into contact with flying broomsticks was through flying lessons.

Although I was a special guest, I could only offer a brief assessment of the physical altercation. It was all based on what Dudley usually taught them about fighting.

"That elbow strike was a pity; it should have hit him two centimeters above his abdomen, which would have been enough to incapacitate him."

"You shouldn't scratch. Even the sharpest nail will only cause a superficial injury. You should... like this, then like this."

"Smash that wandering ball hard, make it knock the opponent off its flying broomstick."

"Hit him on the head until he loses consciousness."

The young wizards in the Quidditch audience:

"As expected of Mr. Potter, he's ruthless."

Based on Harry's approach, I estimate that one person could wipe out the entire opposing team within ten minutes—physically speaking.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the little wizards in the air were already soaked to the bone. The strong wind made their bodies stiffen, and their vision became blurred by the heavy rain.

Let alone the Golden Thief, even his teammates had a hard time seeing it.

The young wizards below were even more anxious, but their vision was even worse than that of the contestants above, and they didn't even know how far the game had progressed.

"We caught it! We caught the gold thief!"

A cheer came from above.

"Who captured them? Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?"

The young wizards asked anxiously.

However, before the players above could answer them, a terrible cold wave suddenly swept in, spreading rapidly throughout the Quidditch arena, and the wind and rain seemed to stop at that moment.

Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the heavens.

The young wizards were able to see the situation above clearly thanks to the lightning.

They are Dementors. A large, dark mass of Dementors is floating in the sky.

Just like the banquet back then.

No, there are even more than that time, a full hundred here!

They surrounded the poor Quidditch players.

Both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff trembled like quails in the face of these Dementors.

They were drawn there by the cheers of Quidditch.

Dementors feed on happiness, and Quidditch arenas are filled with happiness.

They hadn't felt this kind of joy in a long time, so they came looking for food.

"Get out of here!" Wood stood in front of his teammates, roaring and waving his fists.

Already soaked to the bone, his team members were now shivering from the cold, especially because of the Dementors.

Although Wood's lips were also frozen purple, he did not back down an inch; he was a responsible captain.

Unfortunately, Wood's attempts to drive them away were ineffective; the Dementors wouldn't listen to him.

Because the Dementors were not allowed to enter Hogwarts, they hadn't had a single bit of food (happiness) during this time and were almost starving. Now that so much happiness was gathered here, how could they possibly endure it?

These things, which aren't even evil spirits, shouldn't be expected to follow the Ministry of Magic's rules.

Now they just want to eat their fill.

Beneath the cloak, in that dark hole that was neither mouth nor eyes, lay a heart brimming with greed.

The monsters began to approach the Quidditch players, who could only huddle together, surrounded by Dementors with nowhere to retreat. In just a little while, these rotting monsters would be able to reach them.

As the Dementors drew closer, Wood and his companions' minds went numb, and unpleasant memories flooded back.

The young wizards in the audience screamed in terror; the scene before them was truly horrifying.

"Get out of here!"

Just as these disgusting Dementors were about to take further action.

A silver light rose up accompanied by a roar.

It illuminated the entire sky and repelled the circle of Dementors closest to Wood and his companions.

Guardian Spell

Although it's an incomplete Guardian Charm, its terrifying power alone is enough to overwhelm a Dementor.

The silver light transformed into a whip, which swept forcefully, sending the Dementors flying.

"Dementors, you've crossed the line!"

Dudley held his wand high, its tip gleaming with silver light, and slowly raised his head, glaring at the Dementors.

The young wizards present all looked at him with admiration.

Like a hero who saves the world.

"Who gave you the audacity? Fudge? Or the Ministry of Magic?"

"I remember you promised when you were stationed at Hogwarts that you would never do anything other than capture Sirius Black."

"What are you doing now? Not only are you seriously disrupting the order of Hogwarts, but you're also attacking underage wizards."

The silver light at the tip of the wand shone brightly, turning the entire sky silvery-white.

The dark clouds were dispersed, and a circle was drawn around the Quidditch pitch, revealing a bright sky.

"I declare you guilty."

Dudley's powerful voice echoed throughout the Quidditch arena.

(End of this chapter)