The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The stadium fell into chaos due to the appearance of the dementors, and screams and screams broke out one after another. Many little wizards left their seats and fled in a panic through any means of leaving the stadium. The exits of the stands were immediately blocked by the surging crowd.

"Hurry up! Why are you dawdling?"

"Someone fell!"

"I am the student council president, everyone calm down——"

But not everyone is running away, there are still some people who are trying hard to do something. Ron looked at Harry falling from the sky, feeling anxious. At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered a spell.

He raised his hand and pointed his wand at Harry: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

A spell was cast, but Harry's falling momentum only slowed down, and he still dived towards the ground at an extremely fast speed. The floating spell also has limits. Obviously Harry who fell from the sky exceeded this limit.

Fortunately, there are two reliable adult wizards on the court: Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. They stood in the stands of their respective colleges, their faces ashen. It is impossible for large-scale activities such as Quidditch, where groups gather together, to be supervised by adult wizards. If Professor Dumbledore hadn't been unable to attend because of something else, he would have been here today.

Professor McGonagall was angry. She had long realized that placing Dementors near Hogwarts would cause big trouble, but she was unable to change the Ministry of Magic's decision. Now she could only find a way to clean up the mess for the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall wanted to summon her Patronus to ward off the Dementors first, but she saw Hermione Granger pull out her wand. So she changed her mind and started maintaining order in the stands. She chose to give Miss Granger a chance to train herself - Professor McGonagall would always pay attention to the changes on the scene, and if Hermione could not solve the problem, she would come out to cover it up for Hermione.

"Arresto Momentum!" Snape used a slowing spell - this is a spell that can be used to slow down the falling speed of objects. It is more practical than the levitating spell at this moment. The slowing spell greatly reduced Harry's speed, and he finally fell into the mud at an acceptable speed without even breaking his glasses.

After doing all this, Snape put away his wand and looked away from Harry. He was shocked to find that the dementors were still hovering over the stadium, and some were even descending, as if they were going to have a meal near the stands.

"What is Minerva doing?" Snape was shocked and angry. "Why are you just watching, Minerva!" he roared in his mind.

He thought that when he caught Harry, Minerva would summon her tabby cat Patronus and expel the dementors from Hogwarts one by one, but he didn't know what happened on her side. What happened? The patron saint has not been summoned until now.

He knew that at this critical moment, he should summon the patron saint, but he really didn't want to expose his patron saint form in front of everyone.

He was very sure that Minerva McGonagall knew Lily's Patronus form. If he summoned a Patronus exactly like Lily here, how would he face Minerva in the future?

Such a hesitation made it seem like he was hosting a hang-up. Seeing Professor Snape motionless in front of the stands, many Slytherin wizards suddenly felt awe.

"Professor, why didn't he use the Patronus Charm to drive away the dementors?" A confused young wizard asked the seniors around him for advice, but no one answered him. Even Malfoy, who was standing next to him and would show off his pure-blood family status by telling some secrets whenever he had the opportunity, didn't answer his question for him.

Because no one who can answer this question will tell the answer in public: people who use black magic excessively and whose minds are eroded by black magic cannot summon a Patronus - that is to say, if Professor Snape cannot summon a Patronus, basically It's like he was once a die-hard Death Eater.

How could a very considerate little Slytherin wizard expose his dean's background in public?

Snape looked at the dementors that were gradually surrounding him, and took a deep breath. He knew that he could not delay it any longer. Just as his wand slipped into his palm, he saw a dazzling light on the stands of the Ravenclaw Academy next door. silver glitter.

Snape could see clearly that Hermione Granger was summoning her Patronus. Not only her, but Tom Yoder riding a broom in mid-air is also summoning the patron saint.

"That know-it-all lady is still very reliable." The ice on his face melted a little.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Two dazzling silver lights lit up on the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts. The light brought by the white light dispelled the darkness caused by the dementors. The chill in the hearts of the little wizards was like seeing the frost of the sun. Disappeared without a trace.

The little wizards who were still in a mess all became quiet, stopped and looked at the sky, looking at the two groups of silver light.

"Woof woof woof!"

A miniature three-headed dog jumped out from the tip of Hermione's staff, its tail wagging rapidly. It did not immediately rush to bite the Dementor, but stood on the ground, standing in mid-air, waiting for something.

Soon everyone knew what it was waiting for.

Something strange happened to Tom.

Before, the Patronus spell that Tom cast could only summon a mist-like thing. No matter how hard he tried, he could not summon the formed Patronus. But today things have changed.

The mist he summoned seemed to be boiling and rolling. In the end, the main body of the mist turned into a dog, and the two smaller mist remaining on both sides formed two small dog heads, which were connected to the sides of the dog's body. The silver mist rolled, eventually forming a three-headed dog that looked exactly like Hermione's patronus.

Is Tom's patron saint also a three-headed dog? Hermione opened her eyes wide and looked at the two three-headed dogs standing side by side.

After they got closer to each other, silver steam began to emit from their bodies. As the mist evaporated, their bodies became smaller and smaller, like evaporating dry ice.

The steam they emitted intertwined and formed a huge silver vortex in the stands, illuminating the entire stadium like daylight, like a round pot filled with boiling water. The vortex seemed to be breathing, contracting and releasing, shrinking and solidifying little by little, and finally turned into a dazzling halo.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted by this magical phenomenon. This whirlpool seemed to be able to cleanse their souls. Their uneasiness, anxiety, fear and other negative emotions also receded like the tide between the expansion and contraction of the vortex, and the world around them became colorful again.