Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Through the powerful vision of the Kaleidoscope Sharing's eyes, Lorne could clearly see the dementors in tattered cloaks floating above the clouds.

They floated like the Grim Reaper, the raindrops around them condensed into ice particles due to the low temperature, and golden thunder and lightning loomed in the clouds.

"Lorne, pass the ball quickly!"

Flint shouted as he looked at the stunned Lorne.

Now that the situation of the whole game is in doubt, Slytherin has too many points to suppress Gryffindor with his reckless play, unless Harry can find the Golden Snitch...

Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously looked at the Seekers of the two teams.

Malfoy was still where he was, and in front of him was Harry, who was arguing with him.

"Damn the hell, I knew I should have changed the order with Hufflepuff!"

Malfoy scratched at his slightly damp pale blonde hair and cursed under his breath.

But it's useless to say anything now, because it's almost the second half, and with a little more help from Lorne and Flint, the game will soon be over – as a winner.

But at this moment, Harry's green eyes on the other side suddenly lit up, and he finally found the golden snitch hidden somewhere.

The golden snitch was now beside Malfoy, fluttering its wings and pulling up a trail of afterimages, the golden orb moving in midair.

"Malfoy, remember to hold Harry!"

Lorne yelled at Malfoy, who hadn't even noticed, and tossed the Quaffle to Flint.

Looking at the flying ghost ball, Fred and George were so angry that they gritted their teeth, there was no way, they couldn't catch up with Lorne's speed at all.

I could only watch the ball slip under my nose.

"Come on, two!"

Lorne patted Fred on the shoulder and chuckled.

"I can't win, I really tried my best..."

George shook his head helplessly.

Originally, they had already designed a tactic against Slytherin, but what no one expected was that the other party actually changed the main force, and this person was still Lorne!

How do you win?

Do you win with your head?

You can't win at all!

And at this time, after hearing Lorne's reminder, Malfoy also reacted instantly.

Immediately turned to look at Harry, who had already rushed into the sky, with the latest broom sponsored by Sirius, Malfoy's broom speed was still a little slow a generation behind.

"I'm not going to let you catch it, Scarhead!"

Malfoy rode his broom into Harry's side, and looked at Harry staggering, and he couldn't help but say sarcastically.

Harry, on the other hand, glared at him with emerald green eyes, and now he felt uncomfortable at the sight of Malfoy's face.

Now he can't forget what happened that day on the edge of the Black Lake...

"Damn, what's that look on your face?"

Looking at Harry's distorted face, Malfoy always felt as if he was offended.

But I don't know why, after seeing the other party's emerald green eyes, he always has an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's as if I've seen it somewhere before, and it's impressive.

Halle!

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Thinking of the little witch's face, Malfoy quickly shook his head and threw the useless things out of his mind.

The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, and the two men chased between the clouds.

But at this moment, Harry's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

In his vision, a cloak and rotten Dementor was slowly floating out of the clouds.

It was felt, the delicacy that came from happy emotions.

And that smell came from the little wizard with glasses in front of him.

"Damn, it's a Dementor. "

Harry bowed his head and cursed, then quickly broomed himself to leave the area.

Although he said that he also approached Professor Lupin when he had free time and learned how to use the Divine Guardian, he still hasn't learned it.

So there's only one thing he can do when he encounters Dementors, and that's stay away from them.

But just after he turned around, the whole person was completely stupid.

I don't know when, a large number of Dementors have come from behind, densely packed like swarms of bats.

Even Malfoy noticed this, his face suddenly turned pale and he looked panicked.

"Go down!"

Harry shouted, then took the lead in spring down the ground on his broomstick.

Malfoy hesitated and followed.

Rather, the Dementors chased after each other like a swarm of bees after they found their two tasty foods running away.

Now they don't care if these two men are Sirius Black or not—they just know they're hungry, and the food is right in front of them!

.........

Quidditch Field.

At this time, the competition has entered the climax stage, and the little wizards of all the academies are watching their blood boiling, and they are constantly cheering in the heavy rain!

The professors also held up their umbrellas and watched the tense and exciting game with smiles on their faces—especially Professor McGonagall, who was now desperate to watch.

If nothing else, we will lose to Slytherin again this year.

"Come on, Lorne!"

Hermione cheered loudly, but her voice was quickly buried in the crowd.

"Isn't Lorne from Slytherin..."

Ginny muttered quietly.

It always felt like there was a traitor on their Gryffindor side.

"Now that the game has entered its final stages, the Quaffle has once again fallen in—the Dementors!?"

Lee Jordan was not done before he could finish his eyes and exclaimed.

Dementors?

Lorne threw the Quaffle into Angelina's defensive position, then looked up at the sky.

Harry and Malfoy were speeding towards them, followed by a large number of Dementors, a large number of them.

Good guys, is this bringing in all the Dementors of Azkaban?

Looking at the Dementors covering the sky, Lorne no longer had any hesitation, and directly took out the wand in his sleeve.

But just as he was about to cast a spell, something suddenly came to mind.

Isn't Headmaster Dumbledore here!

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the audience, only to see that the other party was looking at him with a smile with a pair of kind eyes.

Looking at the wand in his hand, to be precise.

As if noticing Lorne's gaze, Dumbledore smiled at him and nodded.

The meaning is obvious.

"This is really—call the gods to protect it!"

Lorne shrugged helplessly, flicking his wand out slightly.

The next moment, the silver-white light immediately illuminated the entire sky, and at that moment, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

(It's a holiday, so the plot won't drag on later, I'll arrange Snape as soon as possible!)