"This can't go on, Harry can't see anything clearly."
Hermione said worriedly, tightening the cloak around her, her eyes fixed on the red blur flying erratically like a headless fly not far away.
"Malfoy's the same, I feel like he's about to crash onto the ground..."
William also pointed at a headless fly-like shadow, but his was green. Malfoy's weight was even lighter than Harry's, who had grown up malnourished. After two and a half years of nurturing, most of it had been replenished, but due to genetics and lacking physical labor experiences, Malfoy now looked even more battered.
"BEEP——"
Finally, a piercing whistle broke the stifling air, simultaneously, a bleak white lightning streaked across the sky.
It finally came!
Seeing the lightning in the sky, William felt a rush of joy, he gestured with his hand, and a fiery red bird appeared above him. The next moment, his figure vanished into flames.
"What just happened?"
Hagrid's attention had been on the paused match nearby, but he was taken aback by the sudden change.
"Nothing, William just has some personal matters..."
Hermione had also noticed the lightning streaking across the sky, she glanced worriedly towards the castle, then shook her head, comforting those around her startled by the scene—she knew William's "Silent Meditation" was for a reason, a month's time was impossible to hide from her.
Moreover, William hadn't intended to hide it from the others at all. He was a five-star law-abiding citizen; registering as a legal Animagus was naturally a crucial step.
Then the girl glanced at the lounge not far away, and nodded to Hagrid before running down the steps with her cloak trailing behind.
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"Alright, team, let's go!"
As Hermione left, Wood shouted hoarsely, and the next moment, everyone flew back into the sky.
But this time, it was completely different from before.
After Hermione's spell-casting, Harry's glasses were no longer misted up, the scene before the boy was immeasurably clearer than before, his eyes flashed with irrepressible joy, even the cold wind remained piercingly chill, but now he had hope of winning...
"..."
The match didn't last long, as Harry caught a glimpse of gold at the corner of his eye, a peculiar thing happened, an eerie silence swept across the entire stadium, the wind, while still fierce, seemed to forget how to roar, like someone had muted the volume, as if Harry was suddenly deaf—
What's going on? But there was no answer, boundless despair swiftly wrapped around him.
It was a terrifyingly familiar chill, Harry suddenly realized there was something moving on the field below—
He didn't have time to think, shifting his gaze from the Snitch and looking down...
Are those Dementors?
Harry saw clearly, at least a hundred Dementors stood below, their hidden faces all lifted gazing at him. It felt like icy water surged into the boy's chest, slicing through his insides, and then he heard it again... someone was screaming, screaming inside his mind...
"Kill..."
"Expecto..."
The boy forcefully pulled out his magic wand, weak white light slowly emerged, but then immediately extinguished at the wand's tip, Harry's face showed a trace of despair.
And this glimmer of light sparked a chain reaction among the Dementors, who opened their mouths wide, the soul-sucking force emerged, deathly silence and despair began infecting everyone present...
"Expecto Patronum!"
The next moment, a louder shout rang out, and a white giant dragon swept across the field.