Hogwarts starts with stealing power

"Quick!" Harry shouted at his nimbus.

The raging rain slapped his face, but Harry's mind was already attracted by the Golden Snitch, "Faster!"

It was as if shouting could give him and the broom strength.

Harry's body flew out like an arrow, seemingly about to collide with the Slytherin Seeker who was also chasing the Golden Snitch.

The little wizards in the stands couldn't help but exclaimed, and some timid ones had already covered their eyes, afraid to look at such an exciting scene.

But the collision didn't happen in the end.

At the moment when the two were about to collide, the Dementor who had been wandering near Hogwarts suddenly went crazy and broke into the Quidditch field!

"ah!!!"

The little wizard really screamed in terror this time.

At the same time, the ground was about to be disturbed by dementors, and Hermione and others were also in crisis.

The target of this group of dementors is Sirius!

They seemed to sense something and flew towards the big black dog very quickly.

Draco raised his head, his expression solemn.

According to the speed at which the Dementors were flying, they would be in front of them in just a few seconds, so they had to think of a way quickly.

Draco looked at the big black dog and waved the spell without thinking, subconsciously wielding the powerful attack spell he had learned.

"Li Huo——"

He had just uttered two syllables when a chaotic scream suddenly broke out from the little wizard in the stands, and someone shouted Harry's name loudly.

These sharp and harsh sounds affected Draco's performance. What he wanted to use was the Fire Curse, which was a highly offensive black magic.

When he was studying, he had been reminded not to use this spell until there was a crisis, especially in Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is not willing to let students learn black magic, for fear that the young wizards will be disturbed by the evil god's whispers and easily fall into corruption.

Something unexpected happened suddenly, and everyone chasing the black dog couldn't help but raise their heads and look into the sky.

Mikel also looked up to the sky, but with systematic reminders, he quickly regained consciousness.

He found that the field had entered a strange state.

Everyone was looking at Harry, even the Slytherin team, who all stopped flying.

It was as if Harry was the only living person in the world, and everyone was concerned about his safety.

Mikel thought to himself: "Is this the huge influence of Destiny Child? At the critical moment, everyone has to give way to him!"

However, he had a system, and after being distracted for less than a second, he immediately raised his wand and fired a powerful attack magic spell at the big black dog who was also distracted -

Shattered to pieces!

When Mikel almost screamed his throat and launched this attack, the big black dog's dark eyes rolled in a very humane manner, and turned back to look at Mikel deeply.

It doesn't do anything.

But a quick and thin voice sounded beside Mikel: "Armor for protection!"

Mikel's eyes widened and he recognized the owner of this voice.

It's Neville!

When did Neville come to him?

He knew nothing!

Mikel's "Shattered Bones" is a special version, combined with his black magic talent, it is very powerful.

Neville's "armor protection" was only deployed in a hurry, forming a weak invisible shield in front of the big black dog.

It broke in less than a second.

However, just less than a second was enough for the big black dog to regain his consciousness.

It jumped forward three or two times and disappeared in front of everyone in the next second.

Mikel exclaimed: "Apparition?"

No, that's not right!

You can't Apparate in Hogwarts!

He realized belatedly that it was an invisibility spell!

Sirius used an invisibility spell to hide his figure!

It's a pity that the best capture opportunity has been missed.

The moment he used the invisibility spell, he should have used a spell with a larger attack range, which might have been able to hurt Sirius.

It's a pity that he missed this opportunity, and it is already difficult to find it now.

Mikel turned to glare at Neville.

At this time, Neville, in his eyes, was an obstacle specifically blocking his path to a higher level.

Neville noticed Mittel's eyes and couldn't help but shuddered. It was only later that he realized whether he had done something bad?

Neville pursed his lips and whispered: "Mikel, what you are doing is wrong. You cannot abuse pets."

After saying this, he seemed a little tougher, mustered up the courage, and continued in a normal tone:

"The pets that can appear in Hogwarts are all human and contain the characteristics of some magical creatures. You can't kill them. It's wrong!"

Mikel curled his lips and couldn't help but mocked: "Why don't I see you on weekdays? Are you a member of the Animal Protection Association?

When those humans are besieged by ferocious animals or injured by magical creatures, it's people like you who run the fastest!

We need you people from the Animal Protection Association to stand up and protect your compatriots, but I don’t see you dare to stand up! "

A look of confusion flashed in Neville's eyes: "Mikkel, what are you talking about? What is the Animal Protection Society? Is this a new club in the school?"

The corner of Mikel's mouth twitched, and there was a fire in his stomach that he didn't know who to send out.

The most hateful thing is to play the piano to a cow!

No matter how much you verbally attack him, he won't be able to tell what you mean.

It seemed like he had vented his anger, but in fact he was not at all. He felt even more aggrieved.

"Mikel, Neville, why are you here?" Hermione's doubtful voice came to his ears.

Mikel thought to himself that it was not good. His behavior just now would definitely attract Hermione's attention.

Even facing Ron and Draco, he was sure that he could get away with it, but he was far from confident when facing Hermione.

Hermione was really too smart.

Mikel was rarely stuck for a few seconds, and suddenly thought of a way, thinking that he could try to talk about "danger".

Anyway, in the past month, he has shown a talent comparable to that of an excellent student, so it is not too much to add an intuitive warning of danger.

"I think there is something wrong with this big black dog. It suddenly appeared in the first row of the stands.

I observed that the first row of the stands has always been empty, only it suddenly appeared, and its behavior is suspicious."

Hermione looked at him suspiciously: "That's it?"

Mikel nodded firmly.

"Oh my God!"

Hermione wanted to say something, and the little wizard on the stands burst into a sharp scream again.

"Harry is entangled by a Dementor. He has traveled into the body of the Dementor. Will Harry be okay?"

Hermione immediately raised her head and saw a Dementor entangled next to Harry in the sky.

The Dementor was very close to Harry, almost face to face, and looked like it was hugging him.

-

Harry felt that his consciousness was sunk into a piece of ice, so cold that his whole body was stiff, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

What's going on? He was clearly chasing the Golden Snitch.

Harry tried to raise his head and found that a Dementor was very close to him, and its body was already pressed against his chest.

The biting cold turned into the coldest blade, cutting his internal organs with the invasion of the Dementor.

Crack...Crack...

His mouth couldn't help trembling in pain.

Then, screams came from afar in his ears.

The one screaming in his mind...is a woman!

"Don't touch Harry, please, don't touch Harry, please!"

"Get out of the way, you stupid woman, get out of the way!"

"Please don't touch him, kill me, kill me, don't touch him--"

A numbing white mist filled Harry's mind.

What was he doing? Why was he flying?

He had to help her, the woman was going to die, she was about to be killed...

Harry felt his body falling into an even colder lake, a suffocating feeling came over him, as if countless blades were stuffed into his throat.

Harry tried to open his teeth to speak, but his throat hurt like a knife, making him unable to make any sound.

There was a shrill voice laughing wildly, and the woman kept screaming.

"Fortunately the ground is so soft."

"Haha, I thought he must be dead!"

"I didn't expect that he didn't even break his glasses."

The bone-chilling cold had made his body numb. After adapting to the cold, he finally had the strength to think about other things instead of letting the cold cover him.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"This is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life."

The most terrifying... hooded shadow... cold screams...

Harry recalled the image of the Dementor.

What he didn't know was that the coldness in his body was not only caused by the Dementor's kiss.

After he collided with the Dementor, his hand had already let go of the flying broom and fell rapidly from the sky.

The biting and painful cold wind, like a sharp blade that could cut open the internal organs, was actually partly caused by the impact of falling at high speed!

The little wizards screamed continuously, and they had closed their eyes and dared not look.

"Accident, this is definitely the most serious accident since the establishment of the school! The Quidditch players did not suffer casualties on the field, but were forced into a desperate situation by the sudden intrusion of the Dementors!"

The commentator of Gryffindor came back to his senses from the fear and said this sentence in a very tragic way.

It seemed to be engraved on Harry's tombstone and become his epitaph.

It was at this time that the professors in the stands finally took action.

They all waved their wands and cast spells in Harry's direction - Levitation Charm, Slow Falling Charm, Speed ​​Stop Charm...

Dumbledore also took action!

But he did not use his wand. Instead, he pointed his finger at Harry and chanted a complex and obscure ancient magic spell.

Harry's falling body suddenly stopped, and slowly fell at the speed of Dumbledore's finger.

At the last moment, when Harry was only a few centimeters away from the ground, Dumbledore finally stopped his finger.

Madam Hooch ran over and caught the unconscious Harry.

The Weasley twins breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Harry was safe.

They looked up and found that the Golden Snitch was very close to them, and it was motionless, with its wings facing down, as if it was also observing Harry's situation.

The twins suddenly had an idea and acted as seekers, rushing towards the Golden Snitch.

-

"Why hasn't Harry woken up yet?"

"Ms. Pomfrey said he should have woken up long ago."

"Is there really no other bumps? Maybe he hit his head, but we can't check it."

"Ron, calm down. If you don't know, people will think your sister is injured."

Harry opened his eyes suddenly.

What came into his eyes was a dazzling white. He turned his eyes to look left and right and saw all his friends.

Hermione and Ron surrounded him, while the other two sat on chairs reading something.

Ron saw him wake up and asked him about his health: "Harry, how do you feel? Are you okay? Is there any pain?"

The movement here also attracted the attention of people outside the corridor. The Weasley twins stuck their muddy heads out and looked inside.

They found that Harry had woken up, walked in vigorously, and also asked him how he felt.

Harry's memory was jumping rapidly. He only remembered that he was catching the Golden Snitch in the Quidditch field. He had found his trace and was just one step away from catching him, but he didn't expect that--

Harry's head suddenly hurt. He didn't expect anything, and he couldn't remember it.

"What happened?" He sat up from the bed, startling everyone.

Fred said: "You fell from a high altitude, at least 50 feet."

Alia was still in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "We thought you were dead."

Lin Xia's calm voice sounded at this moment, which seemed a bit out of place.

"With Headmaster Dumbledore here, he won't let any little wizard get hurt."

"Yes!" Hermione said briefly. Harry found that her eyes were red and swollen. Even Ron looked a little embarrassed.

Lin Xia walked to Harry's bed and said, "When you fell, Headmaster Dumbledore used magic to make you stop suddenly when you were about to hit the ground. You were knocked unconscious by the shock wave generated by the high-speed fall."

She thought of something and paused: "And there are Dementors. They broke into the game for no reason."

Harry: "Dementors?"

Hermione said indignantly: "Yes, it's the Dementors. Dumbledore was furious. I have never seen him like that.

When you fell, he rushed to the court and waved his wand, shooting silver things at the Dementors, and they left immediately. Quidditch match field. "

The sealed memories suddenly rolled in his mind. He was thinking about what the Soul Eater did to him... thinking about the screaming voice... that woman...

Harry looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him with some concern, so he tried to pretend to be relaxed and asked: "What about our game?"

The others finally forced a smile, "Gryffindor won. When you fell down, George and Fred found that the Golden Snitch was very close to them, so they attacked from both sides and caught the Snitch."

Harry finally felt a little relieved. This was the best thing he heard after waking up!

"By the way, where is my Nimbus 2000?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances quickly, hesitating whether to say it, or Draco said rationally:

"Your broom was broken. It was blown away by the wind when you fell down. When we found it, we found that it hit the Whomping Willow. "

Harry's heart tightened.

The Whomping Willow in the school was a very ferocious tree. No student dared to approach it. He had accidentally entered the Whomping Willow's territory while riding a flying car before, and had a bad experience.

Draco continued: "The Whomping Willow doesn't like to be hit. Before you woke up, Professor Flitwick sent your broom back."

Draco took a bag from under the bed and opened it.

Harry looked down and saw a dozen pieces of wood chips and twigs in the pocket.

He took a deep breath.

This was the wreckage of his loyal and eventually broken flying broom. (End of this chapter)