Professor Happ turned and left. In his words, he wanted to think about how to make the iron armor curse more fit.

"It sounds like a discussion about how to change the size of a dress," Harry thought.

He saw the Gryffindor players walking into the auditorium, and he hurried over. He had to put some stuff on, even a bowl of porridge. In this bad weather, it was hard to say when the game would go.

...

Felix strolled alone on the lawn. The weather was very dark and the dark clouds were pressing very low. The strong wind broke the trees, and he saw the branches of the willows swaying constantly.

But everything around him was quiet, the rain could not drift him, the wind could not drift him - except that the transparent cover that was one foot higher than him was a bit annoying.

From afar, some students came in advance. They watched Professor Haypu curiously circle the stadium in the heavy rain, and no one dared to disturb him.

The students chose to sit on the platform and stared at Felix intently. Although they didn't understand what he was doing, they looked interesting.

Especially some little witches, Professor Haypu with black hair and blue eyes (although the sight was blocked by the heavy rain, it all depends on his brain), strolling leisurely in the rain, and their sight could not be moved away.

When Felix walked around Quidditch Stadium to the third lap, the human-shaped iron armor spell on his body had approached about half an inch, and it would be difficult to detect without looking carefully.

He stopped and glanced at the stadium gate. A team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing canary yellow robe. The tall, thin and handsome person in the lead was Cedric Diggory, the captain of Hufflepuff team.

Felix walked up the wooden steps to the professor's stands and sat down quietly. The shed above his head could not block the rain at all, so he could only continue to maintain the human-shaped iron armor spell.

Little wizards walked into the stadium in cloaks or umbrellas.

Time passed little by little, and more and more people were coming. Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Huoqi arrived one after another, and Dumbledore also came. He saw Felix, smiled slightly, and sat next to him.

"President Dumbledore."

"Felix."

Dumbledore said almost whispering: "It's a fun trick."

Felix said, "Besides the defense of wind, it seems to be of little use, and it is essentially an iron armor curse."

"Felix, you're too attached to the power of the spell."

"Isn't the Iron Armor Curse just for defense?"

The two of them whispered. Not long after, the two teams of today's game stood in the middle of the stadium. The heavy rain formed layers of water curtains. The audience could only see yellow and scarlet robes, but this still did not affect their enthusiasm. With the thunder rumbling, a huge cheer burst out from the stands.

With Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle, the game began.

The players of the two teams took off in a crooked manner. The wind was too strong. Felix noticed that Harry was blown to one side by the wind. Fortunately, he quickly became familiar with the direction of the wind. In addition to him, several female Quidditch players were also slightly embarrassed.

This has nothing to do with skills, it’s just that you don’t have enough weight.

With the accelerated state of thinking, everything in Felix's eyes slowed down, and layers of rain could not block his sight. He quickly analyzed the trend on the field and tried to predict the score for the next period of time.

This is why Felix is ​​interested in Quidditch, and for him, every game is a high-quality group duel.

‘If Harry doesn’t turn, he will hit his own player in two seconds – he turns.’

‘Cedric’s speed is not slow, and he has a more dominant weight in this weather. Hey? Can he still be distracted to command the team?’

'This little wind had no effect on Wood at all. Sure enough, he easily defended the goal.'

‘The ball is going to hit the witch in red robe. I remember her name is Angelina Johnson? Her teammates rushed over from the lower left corner. The ball is blocked. Is it Fred or George?’

‘The suspension was asked by Wood, they were clearly ahead…’

The game was suspended, and Gryffindor led by 50 points, and the Gryffindors burst into excited roars in the crowded open-air stands.

After a while, the game continued. The entanglement between the two academies became even more intense, and the audience could not distinguish the faces of the players on the field. They could only judge the academy and their position based on their jerseys and their behavior.

Commentator Li Jordan held the microphone and shouted: "Gryffindor launched an attack, the ball was in the hands of the chaser, one of the three girls, I can't see clearly..."

Cedric focused on finding the Golden Snitch. The team he temporarily formed was not Gryffindor's opponent, and the score gap would only grow bigger and bigger.

The only chance of winning was that he caught the Golden Snitch, but it was not easy because his opponent was Gryffindor's talented golfer, Harry Potter, who hadn't lost in the Sky Realm.

Felix is ​​still analyzing the situation on the field-

‘Hurchpuff looks very hungry, and he is not the opponent in the frontal offense; in the confrontation between players, Harry has a better record in the past, unless Harry makes a mistake, does he really make a mistake?’

In the air, Harry's hand suddenly slid, his body slid a few feet down, and he turned a few in the sky, but he quickly controlled the accident.

The game continued, and Cedric seemed to have discovered something. He controlled the broom and reversed 180 degrees and posed in a diving position. But Felix had no time to pay attention, and a group of black dementors occupied his sight.

They appeared from the corner of the Forbidden Forest, glided against the ground, and some were scattered in the air, like black garbage bags swept by the wind.

The rain suddenly became cold, the air fell into silence, and cheers and shouts seemed to be cut off from the source. Felix knew that this was the effect of the dementor on the brain.

At a height of one hundred feet, several dementors circled Harry in the center with the cover of dark clouds and mists - they didn't care much about Cedric, who could easily distinguish those with tragic encounters as dark creatures that breed corruption and despair.

It can be seen that Harry was still a little conscious. He held the broom in one hand and the wand in the other. The red spell cut through the clouds, but it had little effect.

His broom fell uncontrollably and Harry fell into a coma.

"Dumbledore..." Felix whispered.

"I'll save people." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, and he poked his finger and pointed it at Harry, and he quickly slowed down.

The tip of the magic wand in Felix's hand exploded suddenly, and a silver stream of light broke through the dense clouds in the blink of an eye, like silver lightning, knocking away the dementors around Harry. They fell down, but then landed lightly and merged into the dementor community below.
Chapter completed!