Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"My God, what is that!" The crowd in the audience began to get restless. They saw some creatures that were absolutely impossible and should not be in the arena. They should have been rejected by the big iron gate of Hogwarts. The evil creatures outside floated above the court, the dense black cloaks blocked the sky and blocked the dim light, and the dilapidated and dry palms were even more nauseating and frightening. Many students only saw these creatures for a moment, I felt cold all over my body, as if all the happiness and joy had been sucked away, my legs were weak, and I might faint at any moment. Bayi Middle School??Wennet?? ≥=≠≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≠≠

Malfoy watched silently on the sidelines, Pansy was able to protect himself, he was not worried, and now the most powerful white wizard rushed to the stadium, just waved his wand at will with his wrist, and he would fall in a hurry. Use a gentle force to hold it up, as if there is a layer of invisible cotton underneath.

The team of school doctors followed him almost immediately and sent the stretcher up. Thanks to Ron, since the last accident, Hogwarts has trained for a similar accident. The batch of first aid members came into use so quickly.

Afterwards, Dumbledore waved his wand and shouted a spell in his mouth. His long silver beard swayed with the wind, making it even more majestic under the intermittent thunder and lightning. This is also a portrayal of his anger. It was the battle with the Death Eaters, and he always seemed to be indifferent and never lost his temper.

But now it's different, the group of monsters threatens his students.

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

A phantom suddenly appeared in the sky. The huge silver-white Patronus radiated dazzling light, especially under the gloomy sky. This was Dumbledore's Patronus, a silver-white phoenix. The students had never seen Dumbledore so annoyed, and even the mischief at various festivals and the school rules that the students violated never made a trace of displeasure appear on his smiling face.

Hundreds of Dementors are invisible in front of Dumbledore's patron saint. The patron saint of ordinary people can only drive away these abominable creatures, but Dumbledore is different. His name is a symbol of strength. After encountering the silver-white flame spewed by the phoenix, the spirit monster could only accept the only result - death.

The speckled silver-white flames floated over the field. After encountering the body of the Dementor, it suddenly glowed with a silvery brilliance, and then spread out, and then the Dementor, which was contaminated with Mars, seemed to have added an accelerant. Like a gasoline barrel, with a bang, it burned into a huge silver-white fireball, and then exploded, as if a splendid firework had been set off. It turned into nothing, as if it had never appeared in this world, leaving no trace.

The fearless dementors panic, and for the first time they encounter the existence of people who can threaten their lives.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. They saw their family members burn and die in the air one by one. They often brought fear and darkness to people. Maybe they tasted the so-called fear and fear for the first time in their ugly lives.

They fled in all directions, panicking, their black robes rattling in the strong storm, and occasionally a few fish that slipped through the net rushing towards the auditorium were also dispersed by the silver light from the tip of Lupin's staff.

In a few minutes, all the Dementors were back where they were supposed to be, and their nerves were broken. No, it's all the surviving dementors, the dementors that filled the stadium just now, there aren't many anymore.

If you make a mistake, you will pay the 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, and his gentle and kind eyes stared at the tip of Pansy's staff, with a silver white cat floating on it. , Cloaked in smooth fur, his psychic eyes stared straight at him, and he suddenly bared his teeth at him, raising his tail like a demonstration.

By now, the furious expression on his face just now had completely disappeared, as if his face had always been so calm before, and only those who had experienced it personally would know how his actions just now set off a stormy sea.

"It's just what others taught me." Pansy was a little overwhelmed, looking around, not daring to look Dumbledore in the eyes.

Although most Slytherin students don't like Dumbledore very much, they still feel a little overwhelmed after being praised, and his status is really unusual.

"Oh, you caught the Snitch, very good." Dumbledore smiled at this moment, and twisted his silver beard.

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

This riot also gave the Slytherin students a real intuitive insight into Dumbledore's strength. Apart from some students who advocate pure blood, some students value strength, no matter how the outside world exaggerates Dumbledore's great achievements and achievements. The invincible magical attainments in the world are not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

They now agreed that the nasty old man was much more pleasing to the eye.

"It's a good thing none of you were hurt except Harry." Then he glanced around with his azure blue eyes, and smiled again with relief.

"Professor..." Angelina of the Gryffindor team wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Wood reaching out to stop him.

"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? Gryffindor students can't afford to lose." Wood's voice was a little dazed, even if he said so, But anyone could hear the unwillingness in his tone.

This time, all the Gryffindor players were silent for a while, and they knew that Wood was in more pain than any of them.

"The game is over now." Dumbledore looked at the audience, and after applying the magic, his thick voice reverberated throughout the stadium, giving all the teachers and students present a sense of reassurance, watching the students After they all left the arena in an orderly manner, he dragged his large gray robe and walked step by step towards his office.

There was only one thing he knew now, and it was necessary for him to talk to Fudge. (To be continued.)