The card draw starts in Azkaban

"Albus, are you really not going to do something? If those dementors really appear on the field, it will be a disaster for the little wizards at Hogwarts."

Moody said, with his hands wrapped around the crutches and his entire body weight resting on the crutches, he stood in front of the principal's office and talked to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, we don't need to do anything, Moody. This is our most likely chance to drive the dementors out of the school. The danger to Sirius and Duwei will not be more serious than the dementors.

We all know what kind of monster Dementors are.

If the dementor really went crazy, he might kill many, many students.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic currently has no way to restrain the Dementors. The problem of Dementors can only be solved by ourselves.

It's much better to have the problem exposed under our noses and deal with it under controllable circumstances than it is completely out of our control, isn't it, Moody."

Moody was also convinced by Albus Dumbledore. That's what he thought, otherwise, he would have found a way to expel those disgusting dementors.

"It won't hurt Harry Potter, will it?"

Moody asked one more question.

Moody still cares about Harry Potter. Of course there is a reason why Harry "defeated" Voldemort, but also because of love.

When James and Lily were still alive, Moody got to know these two energetic and lovable young people. James and Lily were less than thirty years old when they died. They were extremely young and had just graduated.

Not many years later, he joined the Order of the Phoenix and fought with him against the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

At the best age, he fell into the prime of youth.

They are all dead.

Only Moody is still alive.

Sometimes Moody would think, those comrades have been dead for a long time, but he is still alive, why?

Why is he alive?

Why is he alive?

Moody could not forget the wizards who once dared to fight alongside him, nor could he forget the faces of those who later died beside him.

Every day when he closed his eyes, the ghosts of those people appeared beside him, surrounding him and asking him.

Moody has never been afraid of the souls of these comrades. Every day he can hear someone talking to him in his ear. When he raises his head, he can see pictures appearing on the surrounding walls and in the air around him.

Faces that spoke to him, whispered.

He couldn't hear what these people were saying at all.

Moody could no longer tell whether the people speaking in front of him were real or fake.

He is taking potions to curb this situation.

Unfortunately, the effects of those potions are getting weaker and weaker.

Some powerful potions also have strong side effects. Moody is planning to stop taking these potions to prevent himself from making a misjudgment one day due to the intake of potions.

After taking a sip of the wine in the flask, he turned and left. After he left, Snape came to the principal's office quietly. He never appeared with Mad-Eye Moody.

Mad-Eye Moody has always regretted not throwing him into Azkaban, and wanted to make up for his small loss in the past.

Snape told the truth that when he saw Mad-Eye Moody, he felt a little scared.

It's like a thief meeting the police.

Professional repression.

After seeing Mad-Eye Moody leave, Snape came to see Dumbledore.

"You are investigating the Dementors through Moody. Are there going to be problems with the Dementors?"

Snape asked straight to the point. Dumbledore came to the side of the phoenix and looked at the phoenix feathers. He said casually: "Yes, Severus, the dementors should be out of control.

"

"Tomorrow's game, right? You plan to detonate this incident, right?"

Snape then said that everyone is smart, and they can detect a lot of clues from the clues.

After a little investigation, Snape understood what Dumbledore was thinking.

"Yes, Severus, yes."

Dumbledore whispered, and Snape's tone became obviously unkind.

"Are you going to use those students as bait?"

Dumbledore did not answer, he turned around and said: "With all due respect, Severus, when did you pay so much attention to these students at Hogwarts?

If it was Minerva talking to me like this, I would think it was normal. But Severus, I know that you don't care about these students."

"Harry Potter!"

Severus said Harry Potter's name coldly.

He said with a serious face: "I don't care about the other students, but Harry Potter, he is the seeker of Quidditch, he needs to fly around on the broomstick!

What if the dementors appeared on the day of his competition and he was affected?

What if he falls off the broomstick?

Dumbledore, can you guarantee his safety? Let him survive well?"

Snape came here for Harry Potter, and to be honest, he really didn't care about the rest of them.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "It's okay, Severus. I can assure you that nothing will happen to Harry Potter."

"You promise."

Snape murmured to himself. He looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked away.

"You'd better not lie to me this time."

Snape said.

He turned around and left angrily, leaving Dumbledore alone in the whole room.

Dumbledore looked at his phoenix and said softly: "I never lie to anyone, Fawkes.

Yeah?"

It's just that his last words were really too soft, so soft that even he himself didn't hear them.

Dumbledore looked at the pensieve in ecstasy, as if he saw the woman named Gaunt lying on the muddy ground that night and dying there after selling her family's treasures at a low price.

Desolate wind, bitter rain, heartbreak and sorrow.

She died in obscurity on the street, in a place where no one knew her, with no relatives or friends.

She is also a squib.

A dead squib.

…

Hogwarts, Tower, Malfoy.

There was blood on the corner of Malfoy's mouth. He looked like he had been beaten.

The person who beat him was very strong.

This is also true. He had a conflict with Flint not long ago, and Flint, Goyle, and Crabbe teamed up to beat him up.

But these three people weren't much better.

Malfoy felt the charm of battle for the first time. He fearlessly raised his wand and cast a spell on them bravely. He even wanted to try the "blissful heart" taught to him by Professor Lupine, but unfortunately

Unfortunately, he is not very proficient in this spell yet.

Gore just frowned, and the fat man felt his heart hurt slightly.

It's just a sting, with no other consequences.

This is not a good thing.

It was here that he interrupted the duel and was caught and beaten.

There was no light in this room, but it didn't matter. Malfoy stood in the darkness, and the lightning that pierced the sky from time to time illuminated his face.

He doesn't need a light either.

He likes darkness.

Under these lightnings, a pale, resolute face loomed.

He looked at the Dementors in the distance and the Quidditch field in the wind and rain. He continued to straighten his arms. He took out his wand and began to practice "Emotional" mechanically.

There is no teacher or trainee, he just does it by himself.

Again and again, again and again!

Until you learn.

There was no anger or hatred in his heart. I don't know why, but at this moment, his heart felt particularly calm.

Like a lake.

Not a breath of breeze.

Not a single ripple.

…

Seven hours.

Harry didn't sleep well. He always had nightmares. He didn't know what he was dreaming about. When he woke up, he vaguely remembered the green light and the woman's scream.

It looked like something exploded.

He opened his eyes. Without his glasses, he could see nothing.

The sound of wind and rain outside was still very loud. He put on his glasses and looked out the window.

It rained heavily.

The sky is filled with dark clouds.

The weather is still very bad.

Harry listened to the sound of the wind hitting the castle wall and lost his sleep. It was now five o'clock in the morning. He got dressed and went downstairs with his Nimbus 2000. Without waking up Ron, he went to have breakfast.

Already.

It wasn't until there was food in his stomach that he felt a little more excited.

"Even without Professor Lupin," he patted his face and said to himself, "I can still do a great job!"

Wood sat next to him with a sad face. He didn't eat anything and kept telling him tactics.

Harry didn't hear any tactics.

Someone is coming to Hogwarts, and McNeil has come all the way to bring news to the strikers who are "recuperating" at Hogwarts.

He looks normal - if you look closely, he looks a little dull.

They arrived at the auditorium, and Harry and others entered.

Hermione came to Harry and cast a spell on his glasses so that he could see the route clearly in the storm.

"Come on, Harry, you're the best."

Hermione said loudly to ensure that her voice could reach Harry's ears through the strong wind and rain. Harry nodded, and Digory came over and patted Harry on the shoulder. He looked very kind and friendly.

Say hello to everyone.

Everything goes in order.

Dumbledore stood on the high platform, watching all this.

Hidden inside his sleeve was the Elder Wand.

This posture is his fighting posture. In this posture, he can ensure that he can draw out his wand and cast magic as soon as possible.

Snape stood beside him. He also placed his wand where he could pull it out at any time. He also had another pocket in his clothes filled with potions.

The same goes for Moody. He did not shy away from others and directly took the wand in his hand.

Their solemn atmosphere caused Flitwick, McGonagall and others around them to look at them sideways.

The students were cheering and the players started playing ball. Although the temperature here was very low, the stadium quickly became hot and became a sea of ​​joy.

'It's about to begin.'

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the arena. He focused his gaze in the distance, next to the dementors that were floating quietly over.

Moody and Snape also grabbed their wands tightly.

They also stared at those evil dark magical creatures.

The dementors are approaching.

Danger is coming.

Harry was riding his broomstick and looking for the Golden Snitch. He heard someone yelling next to him and pointing behind him.

He turned his head and saw Digory lowering his body, lying on the broomstick, and driving quickly forward. In front of him was a little Golden Snitch.

Harry hurriedly turned the "front of the car", but when he was turning the front of the car, a black thing suddenly flashed across the corner of his eye.

He was distracted.

He glanced over there, and saw a big dog, a very scary big dog that the wizard called unknown, seemed to be watching him from an unoccupied seat in the distance.

"Harry!"

Just when he was lost in thought, someone called his name next to him. The batter knocked the Bludger away and shouted loudly at him. Harry then calmed down and looked over there again.

I found that the big black dog disappeared without knowing when.

Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

Harry knew that he had no time to think about anything else.

He also lowered his figure and rushed towards the Golden Snitch.

His speed is very fast, Digory has the advantage of taking the lead, and he has great stamina.

Ten minutes into the game, they had already discovered the Golden Snitch!

Two people started chasing the golden snitch!

Closer, closer, closer!

Diggory was in the lead! He had the first advantage, but Gryffindor's batter hit the Bludger next to Diggory, forcing Diggory to sideways to dodge a Bludger attack.

Lee bought time, and Harry accelerated again!

Gryffindor cheers!

Harry's full attention!

He took his hands off the broomstick, and his fingertips were almost touching the Golden Snitch.

But at this moment, suddenly, a deathly coldness enveloped Harry's body.

Harry had felt this feeling before, on the train, but it had never been as real as this.

His eyes turned black.

In his mind, that burst of green light had never been so real. In his ears, he vaguely heard a woman's voice.

"No, don't do this, please, please."

"Don't hurt my child."

"Harry Potter."

"No!"

Amidst the ear-piercing screams, a green light broke through the darkness, and Harry lay down helplessly, falling into deep darkness!