Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 102: Shadows on the court (below)

"Oh my God, what is that!" The crowd in the audience began to agitate. They saw some creatures that were impossible and shouldn't appear in the arena. They were supposed to be caught by the big iron gate at Hogwarts. The rejected evil creatures floated above the court. The dense black cloaks covered the sky, blocking the faint light. The dilapidated and dry palms were even more disgusting and terrifying. Many students just saw this. For a moment, the creature felt cold all over its body, as if all the happiness and pleasure had been sucked away, and its legs were soft, and it might faint at any time in the next moment. Bayi Middle School ??Wen Wang?? ≥=≠≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≠≠

Malfoy watched silently. Pansy was able to protect himself. He didn’t worry, and now the most powerful white wizard rushed to the court quickly. He just waved his wand with his wrist, and he was anxious. The falling Ha used a gentle force to hold it up, as if covered with a layer of invisible cotton.

The team of school doctors followed almost immediately and sent the stretcher up. Thanks to Ron. Since the last accident, Hogwarts has been specially designed for such accidental students. Trained a group of first-aid members, and they came into use so quickly.

After that, Dumbledore waved his magic wand and shouted a spell. His long silver beard danced with the wind, making it even more majestic under the intermittent thunder and lightning. This is also a portrayal of his anger. In the past, even in battles with Death Eaters, he always looked calm and calm and never lost his temper.

But now it's different, this group of monsters threatened his students.

The audience only saw the extremely dark sky light up for a moment, and the dazzling light blinded everyone for a few seconds.

A phantom suddenly appeared in the sky. The huge silver patron saint exuded a dazzling light, especially under the gloomy sky. This was Dumbledore’s patron saint, a silver phoenix. The students had never seen Dumbledore so irritated. Even the mischief on various festivals and the school rules violated by the students would never make him smile a little bit of displeasure on his face.

Hundreds of dementors have nowhere to hide in front of Dumbledore’s patron saint. The patron saint of ordinary people can only drive away these nasty creatures, but Dumbledore is different. His name is a symbol of strength. After a dementor encounters the silver flames spit out by the phoenix, it can only accept the only result-death.

Spots of silver-white flames floated over the court. After encountering the body of the dementor, a silvery brilliance suddenly appeared, and then spread, and then the dementor who was contaminated with Mars seemed to have added it. Like a gasoline can of fuel, it burned into a huge silver-white fireball with a bang, and then exploded like a splendid firework, and the dementors exploded with this scene. It came to nothing, as if it had never appeared in this world, leaving no trace.

The fearless dementors panicked. For the first time they encountered the existence of someone who could threaten their lives. They were sad when they saw the same race burning in the air and dying. They often brought people fear and darkness. Maybe For the first time in my ugly life, I tasted the so-called fear and chill.

They fled in all directions, panicking, their black robes clashed in the violent storm and rain, and occasionally a few slippery fish that rushed towards the auditorium were also dispersed by the silver light from the tip of Lupin's stick.

In less than a few minutes, all the dementors returned to where they should be, and their courage was shocked. No, it's all the surviving dementors. There are not many dementors who were crowding the sky just now.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay a price.

The farce ended sooner than everyone thought.

"It's a cute kitten, a very good patron saint." Dumbledore's gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Pansy, his gentle eyes fixed on the tip of Pansy's staff, with a silver floating on it. The white cat, dressed in smooth fur, looked directly at him with psychic eyes, and suddenly barked his teeth at him, and raised his tail like a demonstration.

By now, his furious expression has completely disappeared, as if his face had always been so calm before, only those who have experienced it will know how his behavior just set off a stormy sea.

"This is just what others taught me." Pansy was a little at a loss, looking around, not daring to look Dumbledore's eyes directly.

Although most Slytherin students don't like Dumbledore very much, they are still a little at a loss after being praised. It is really unusual to compare his status.

"Oh, you caught the Golden Snitch. It's good." Dumbledore smiled at this moment, twisting his silver beard.

This made her even more embarrassed. The small head that was originally looking around was buried in her chest, afraid of being seen by others.

This riot also allowed the Slytherin students to see Dumbledore’s strength intuitively. Except for some students who advocate pure blood, some students value strength, no matter how the outside world renders Dumbledore. His great achievements and the invincible magical attainments of the world are not as good as seeing it in person.

They now agree that this annoying old man is more pleasing to the eye.

"Except for Harry~IndoMTL.com~, none of you were injured. This is a good thing." Then he scanned his blue eyes and smiled again.

"Professor..." Angelina of the Gryffindor team still wanted to speak, but Wood reached out and interrupted her. His expression was a bit trance, but at this moment he tried desperately to concentrate.

"I know what you want to say now, but if you lose, you lose. Are you going to make them look down on us even more? The students of Gryffindor won't be able to afford to lose." Wood's voice was a little dazed, even though he That said, but anyone can hear the unwillingness in his tone.

Now, all the players in Gryffindor were silent for a moment. They knew that, in fact, Wood is suffering more than any of them.

"The game is over now." Dumbledore looked at the audience. After applying the magic, his deep voice echoed throughout the stadium at this moment, giving all the teachers and students present a sense of peace of mind, watching. After the students left the stadium in an orderly manner, he dragged his broad gray robe and walked step by step towards his office.

He only knows one thing now, he needs to talk to Fudge. (To be continued.)