Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

It was windy and rainy, and layers of rain curtains enveloped the entire Quidditch pitch. Players wearing red and green uniforms could be vaguely seen walking back and forth.

In the audience, the little wizards could hardly see the specific situation on the field, and could only rely on the intermittent commentary of the sound of rain to understand the current score.

"Heavy rain has obviously affected the state of both players...Now...Angelina Johnson...passes to Katie Bell..."

Under the influence of the pouring rain and howling wind, it was difficult to make out what exactly Lee Jordan was talking about.

"The ball has been scored! 40:20! Gryffindor is ahead!"

A flash of lightning flashed, followed by the roar of thunder. Qiu seemed a little afraid of the sound, and subconsciously moved closer to Glenn.

Glenn's heart moved slightly and he gently held her cold little hand.

Ms. Hooch's whistle was faintly heard on the court. Wood came to the players one by one and motioned for him to drop to the ground. The players breathed a sigh of relief and landed on the ground that had become a swamp.

The glasses with the fire and water invulnerability charm seemed to have a good effect on Harry. Although not as good as in good weather, they offset the impact of wind and rain to the greatest extent.

Wood encouraged everyone, said a few words to Harry, and patted him hard on the shoulder.

Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle again, and the team members mounted their brooms and flew precariously into the air.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across, and Harry, who was about to accelerate into the air, suddenly froze and froze in the air. A Bludger penetrated the rain curtain at an abnormally fast speed and headed straight for his head.

Bump away.

"Oh my God! Look at Harry!" Qiu held Glenn's hand tightly and pointed at the motionless red figure.

Glenn followed Harry's gaze and felt ten thousand alpacas running past him.

In the highest row of empty seats in the stands in that direction stood a large black dog.

Sirius...

Before Glenn could think about it, the Bludger had already hit Harry. Only then did he react and speed up to dodge in a hurry, but it was obviously too late.

Fortunately, even if Fred appeared, he would hit the Bludger away with a "bang".

"Be careful, Harry!" He handed the bat to his other hand and shook his entire right arm which was numb from the shock. "This Bludger is too powerful."

"Okay..." Harry was speaking when his eyes suddenly widened and he pointed behind Fred, "Be careful!"

Fred turned around quickly, and the Bludger that had just been knocked away actually followed the original path and flew towards him again.

He clenched the bat with both hands, used all his strength, rounded his arms, and hit the ball hard.

Watching the Bludger whizzing and disappearing into the rain, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and separated.

Unexpectedly, before the two of them could fly away, the Bludger appeared again and headed straight for Harry's head.

This time, Fred was too late to stop him. Fortunately, Harry ducked his head nimbly and swung the bat again, knocking the ball away.

"This is too evil!" he said loudly.

Under the gazes of the two men, the Bludger bypassed Slytherin's batter, Adrian Pousse, made a wide circle, changed direction again, and flew straight towards Harry.

The spectators in the stands also noticed this and pointed at the positions of the two people.

Harry yelled something loudly at Fred, flicked his broom, and sped away instantly. The Bludger whizzed past Fred and continued straight towards Harry without stopping.

Judging from the speed, Harry seemed to be slightly faster than the Bludger. There was always a certain distance between them, but they were gradually getting farther apart.

Fred looked at him for a while, as if he had made some decision, and quickly returned to the chasers.

Since the most important Seeker is contained, if you want to win, you can only try to help the Chaser to open the score to more than 150 points.

With Fred's return, Gryffindor's offense revived and they scored several goals in succession to recover the points they had already overtaken.

At the same time, Harry was flying a kite, flying around the field with Dobby's Bludger.

He was very smart, and from time to time he would speed past Higgs, Slytherin's seeker, and use the Bludgers behind him to disrupt his search for the Snitch.

At some point, Sirius had disappeared from the stands, and the court unknowingly became a little colder.

Glenn was keenly aware of the drop in temperature and looked up to the sky. In the leaden clouds, there seemed to be several huge black figures passing by.

The rain became bitingly cold, and it hurt like a knife when it hit the skin. A layer of crystal white frost condensed on the armrests of the stands, and the swamp-like ground on the court began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There is no doubt that it is a dementor.

Sirius's reckless appearance successfully attracted these Azkaban guards.

Harry only had the Golden Snitch in his mind.

In the thick rain curtain, he seemed to see a golden flash, and turned around to chase it without hesitation.

As the Snitch climbed all the way up, he also chased the golden light and climbed rapidly, with the furious Bludger still chasing behind him.

Glenn gently clenched his wand and cast his gaze towards the teachers' stand, wanting to see Dumbledore's reaction.

Unexpectedly, the principal was not present.

On the system map, the cursor representing him was passing through the foyer and had just walked out of the castle.

But at this rate, it might be too late.

Harry still didn't give up in mid-air. His fingertips were only a few inches away from the Golden Snitch. He stretched out his arm and waved lightly.

At the same time, a figure wearing a black cloak floated quietly in front of him.

Glenn vaguely saw the Dementor's movements, frowned, and no longer hesitated.

"Calling God for protection!" he shouted loudly.

Condensed silver-white light mist spurted out from the tip of the staff, twisted and changed, and quickly condensed into an eagle that kept shining with silver light.

He waved his wand and pointed it in Harry's direction.

The eagle flapped its wings, carrying bursts of warmth, cutting through the icy rain curtain, and crashed directly into the Dementor.

Under the silver light, everyone could see clearly that the Dementor's head under the hood was almost covering Harry's face.

Under the impact of the guardian eagle, it flew away far away like a kicked football.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the dementors hiding inside lost their cover and appeared one after another. Under the rays of the eagle's light, they dispersed and retreated far away.

In the teachers' stand, Professor Snape, who had stood up at some point, sat down again and took back his right hand that was holding the wand from his robes.

Harry, who was high in the air, fainted as expected, his whole body went limp, and he slipped off the broom.

Dumbledore, who was belatedly arriving, appeared at this moment.

He raised his hand and pointed gently at Harry who was falling.