The Trinity of Harry Potter

Harry searched for the Golden Snitch under the thundering night sky, Hermione used magic-treated glasses to block the rain, and Kano's acorns brought a steady stream of heat to his body.

Harry didn't know if this was a foul, but now the feeling of flying had changed from scraping bones with thousands of blades to taking a hot bath. Compared with the Hufflepuffs struggling in the cold wind and rain, he didn't feel comfortable.

So comfortable.

Sure enough, happiness must be based on the pain of others.

A flash of lightning flashed across his face, and he seemed to see a big black dog with shaggy hair watching the game attentively, but then he saw a golden light flashing in the rain.

That must be the Golden Snitch, and Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric also rushed over.

At this time, a cold atmosphere suddenly filled the field, and everyone's cheers were paused.

The silent fear quickly spread, and a large group of dementors stood happily in the middle of the Quidditch field, sucking in the happiness of the crowd.

Harry's head became dizzy, and a familiar yet unfamiliar woman's voice came from his ears.

"Please, don't hurt him!"

"Get out of the way! Stupid woman... get out of the way!" This was a voice that hissed like a snake.

"Kill me, don't hurt Harry, just kill me!"

Kano saw that Harry suddenly lost his movement and was hovering in mid-air in confusion, like a big bird trying to land.

The dementors in the middle of the venue grinned viciously, and all the spectators were speechless and trembling as if they were sinking into the water.

Kano was also trembling, but his mood was different from theirs.

Everyone in the Black family has some mental problems to varying degrees.

The more serious ones are like Bellatrix's madness, Regulus' self-destruction, and the milder ones are Sirius's paranoia of twelve years of self-imprisonment to atone for the sins of his best friend.

Kano thought he was not affected, but in fact, his sadistic desires increased when he faced those he considered sinners.

He grinned and couldn't help laughing.

These disgusting things that pretend to be self-serving have finally come into my hands again. My unlimited defense proposal is just for you.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The tip of his wand spurted out a silvery light as thick as mercury, quickly spreading throughout the entire place.

The coldness was instantly dispelled, and Dumbledore stopped holding his hand, looking at Cano with interest, his face pale and his smile twisted.

The Quidditch players in the air, including Harry, all woke up, but they couldn't land, so they had to watch from mid-air.

The silver light mist quickly penetrated from the outside to the inside, and the chill caused by the dementors disappeared.

Silver mist surrounded the bewildered Dementors, and after a while of distortion, several tall tree men walked out of the mist.

Kano's patron saint can actually transform, but when facing these dementors, it is enough to use the tree man to fight.

They are burly, their bodies are covered with knots, their arms are thick branches, and their whole bodies exude a warm silver light.

Of course, dementors don't feel warmth, they only feel the fear that goes deep into their bones.

The kind-faced tree people grabbed a dementor and started rubbing it like noodles with a kind smile.

The dementors let out shrill screams, waves of black mist were rubbed down, and their bodies shrank smaller and smaller.

After the tree man rubbed the toy in his hand until it was half dead, he threw it down, picked up another dementor and started packing it up, just like a fishmonger in the market picking up fish from the pond and disemboweling it.

"Stop! Stop, Canopus! If you do it again, I will sue you for obstructing law enforcement!"

Fudge got the news from somewhere, apparated to Hogsmeade Village and rode a broom to the stadium.

Wearing clothes of mixed colors, he landed on the field with a group of Aurors. The Aurors watched in dumbfounded eyes as the tree people began to use the Dementor to stretch out the big jump rope.

"Dear Mr. Minister, as a student, I have unlimited rights of defense!" Kano waved his wand gracefully as if he was conducting an orchestra. "When the Dementors came here, did they find Sirius?"

"Cornelly, I remember you promised me that you would never let dementors enter the school." Dumbledore's angry voice came, and Fudge's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a ton of Flobber caterpillars.

"This is...reasonable suspicion...routine inspection." Fudge argued, waving his hands.

"Can I assume that it was you who gave the order to let the dementors enter here to absorb the happiness? Did you disregard the mental health of all the teachers and students in the school and go to a crowded place to capture a prisoner that you have not been able to find so far?" Ka

Nuo's big hats flew in from the air one after another.

"Or are the dementors out of control and you can't control them at all?"

Kano mocked in a fake panic tone: "I think it's better to drive them back to Azkaban and lock up those incompetent bureaucrats to accompany them, wouldn't it?"

"That's enough! In the name of the Minister of Magic, I order you to stop attacking dementors!"

"I was defending myself! Are you asking me to give up my right to protect myself?"

Fudge saw a dementor being chained by the neck by a tree man, and another tree man slapped him from left to right, and felt his own face burning.

"Okay, Carnot, let's stop here." Dumbledore said, "I think Connelly can restrain his subordinates."

Kano sneered, and the silver mist faded.

Fudge and the Aurors immediately escaped from the protection of the Patronus Charm, and the frightened Dementors subconsciously surrounded them.

Fudge looked as if he had stepped into an icy lake, and his face was pale. If Kingsley hadn't recited a Patronus Charm at the side, he might have had a good time making out with the hungry dementors.

The students at Hogwarts laughed when they saw this. Fudge's face became even paler, and his ears were filled with ruthless ridicule towards himself.

The Quidditch players landed one after another and walked back to the lounge.

Harry's steps were still unsteady, and the twins held him up, one on the left and the other on the right.

Fred asked concernedly: "Harry, are you okay?"

"Go back and have a cup of hot pumpkin juice. It will definitely feel better." George squeezed Harry's shoulder.

The twins' concern slowly brought Harry back to his senses, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

"Just now, I seemed to hear my mother's voice."

"Dementors will remind people of bad memories." Angelina said next to her, "Did you think of...the mysterious man?"

Harry closed his eyes in pain. The green light had always appeared in his nightmares, but now it became clearer.

And his mother's desperate pleas...

However, it sounds like Voldemort wanted to kill himself as a baby. He even wanted his mother to get away?

Harry smiled to himself.

It must be an illusion, Voldemort is not a person who shows mercy to the poor and the weak.