Chapter 92： Feast of the Dementors

Ai Wen saw Ron turn his head in a panic, as if to avoid his gaze.

"Is not right, is this guy looking at me?!" Ai Wen looked thoughtfully at Ron.

Will it have anything to do with the little dwarf Peter, but looking at Ron’s look, it doesn’t seem like it, this expression looks like...

The next second, a roar of thunder in the air, Ai Wen hurriedly turned his head, a fork of lightning across the sky, he saw Harry flying quickly in front of his own eyes.

In the air, Harry was cold and numb, and he had to hold his body down on the broomstick, urging the broom through the turbulent airflow and looking for the golden snitch in all directions. He avoided a swimming ball to the right. He saw Digori sneaking from underneath himself. Digori was flying in the opposite direction. Did he already see the golden snitch? !

Can't go on like this anymore, the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Harry turned quickly and he wanted to go back to the center of the field, but at that time, another lightning bolt illumined the stands, and Harry saw something that completely distracted him: the huge, shaggy The silhouette of the black dog, this silhouette is clearly reflected in the sky, it stays in a row of empty seats on the highest level of the Slytherin stand.

Harry's numb hands slipped on the broomstick, and his light wheel 2000 fell a few feet down.

He opened his wet hair from his eyes and squinted to see the stands. The dog was gone.

"Harry!" Wood's distressed scream came from Gryffindor's goal. "Harry, behind you!"

Harry panicked, Digori slammed into the stadium, a small golden plaque flashed in the rainy air, flashing between them, and Harry panicked and squatted on the broomstick, spinning and rushing to the Golden Snitch.

Everyone stopped the action and looked at Harry and Digori, who were approaching the Golden Snitch. Digori was closer than Harry, but Harry was faster than him.

In the stands, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly held Ai Wen's left arm, and she screamed in a frightened voice. "Look, look at it!".

Along her gaze, Ai Wen slammed a little, and he saw behind a dark, black and white sky behind Harry and Digori.

Like the ink that spreads out in the water, more than a hundred dementors are attracted by the cheerful atmosphere on the Quidditch pitch, and they are striking with a terrible cold snap.

The dementors seemed to be invited to a feast. They were dressed in dark gray tattered cloaks, floating around in the air, a pair of rotten hands that penetrated the pus in two directions and slowly shook outside the hood, and the air was filled with rottenness. The smell of meat spoilage.

Along with the lines formed by the ice in the air, Ai Wen saw something flying out of the stands and being sucked away by the dementors above. It was their happy mood.

The whole world instantly turned black and white, and there was a silence caused by timidity on the stepped stands around the runway. Although the wind was still as strong as before, it forgot to bark, as if someone had turned off the sound.

Evan saw Hermione yelling at herself, but he could not hear anything.

He yanked his wand out and pointed at the dementors in the center of the field.

"Call the gods guard!" he shouted, but he could not hear his voice.

His wand emerged with a silvery light, swaying in the rain like a flame, bringing a moment of color to the black and white world ruled by this god.

But no, this light instantly dissipated and turned into a faint smoke.

"Damn, there are too many dementors!" Ai Wen read the spell again, and he kept thinking about things that made him happy.

He received the surprise of Hogwarts' letter, the joy of learning the first curse, the happy time with his friends, the sharpening of the tip of Avon's wand, a complete animal Gradually condense.

But the total difference is a little bit, the dark fear brought by the dementors is pressed from all sides.

Ai Wen tightened his wand in his hand. He remembered the scene when he released the complete patron saint on the train for the first time. At that time, he also couldn’t hold it. It was Hermione who gave him hope again. He tried to recall it. feel.

Ai Wen suddenly felt that a trembling weak body was close to himself. He turned his head and saw Hermione staring at him nervously.

That's right, it's this feeling!

The next second, a dazzling silver-white animal emerged from Avon's wand.

The power of the patron saint comes from the inner positive power. In addition to the happy emotions that have been said by people, it also includes the desire, the desire to live, and the guardian itself.

When you are deep in your heart and show a strong desire to guard against a person, then you will also send out a complete patron saint.

How strong the guardian is, how strong the guardian **** is released.

Not a happy memory, but Ai Wen inspired this spell by Hermione's guardian heart.

His patron saint is a cat, but it is much stronger and more ferocious than an ordinary cat. The silvery light with the stripes is like a tiger.

Is it a cat or a tiger?

All the little wizards in the stands gave a burst of exclamation, and they never seemed to have seen such strange, rare creatures.

But Avon knows that his patron saint and Animagus have exactly the same image and are all black cats.

At this moment, his deep desire for Hermione's strong guardianship makes this patron saint look powerful.

The patron saint represents a hidden, incomprehensible, but inevitable character of a person. It is the mysterious self that only woke up at the necessary juncture. Ai Wen’s patron saint took the breath of the king and took his determination to protect Hermione. He fiercely rushed to the dementors in the center of the field and smashed them.

In midair, Harry quickly approached the golden snitch.

He is only a little bit worse. He is faster than Digori, but the time around him seems to be completely still.

Harry felt like he was entering a black hole that would never fly out. He was helpless forward, the temperature around it was getting lower and lower, breathing began to freeze, and the frozen rain plunged into his body, cutting him. The internal organs.

He heard the last time he heard the voice on the train. Someone was groaning and groaning inside his head. It was a woman’s voice.

"Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, beg you, don't move Harry!"

"Let's go, you stupid woman, go there, now..."

"Don't move Harry, please don't, take me there, you kill me!"

Harry was full of numbness, what was going on, what he was doing, why he was flying, and he was getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch, but his attention was focused on the woman in his mind.

He must help her, she is going to die, she is going to be murdered!

"Don't move Harry! Please don't move... send compassion... send compassion..."

Answering her only sharp, cold laughter, this laughter is very harsh in the woman's pleading.

Harry felt that he didn't know anything. He couldn't help the woman. He seemed to slide down from the broomstick. Just when he thought he would fall like this, a silver-white animal suddenly flew down from below. .

This is the patron saint of Ai Wen, exactly like his Animagus, a black cat.

The vague consciousness returned to Harry's mind. He saw a lot of dementors around him, and their faces hidden under the headscarf were facing him.

The underside of the headscarf was dark and there was nothing.

No, Harry saw something inside, that is...

His eyes were wide and violent, and all of them were frightened. He wanted to pull out his wand, but he found that he had fallen from the broomstick. His light wheel 2000 flew in the direction of the forbidden forest along the original trajectory. The past.

The icy rain quickly fell, slamming on Harry's pale face, and he could not reach out to his right hand, trying to catch the broom.

But this is useless. More dementors are approaching here. The light of the guardian of Ai Wen is getting weaker and weaker. The woman’s pleading and the harsh laughter reappear in her mind. They are still talking. What, the man seems to say a very horrible sentence.

Harry tried to recall the contents of the sentence, but he couldn't remember anything.

He is going to hold on, his eyes are getting heavier and heavier.

The next second, he fainted in front of him.