Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

Chapter 230

Professor Hap went away, in his words, he had to think about how to make the shield charm fit better.

“Sounds like talking about how to modify the size of a dress.” Harry thought to himself.

He saw the Gryffindor team appear in the great hall and hurried over to them. He simply wanted to eat something now, even if it’s only a bowl of porridge. With the weather this bad, it’s hard to predict how long the game will go on.

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Felix strolled alone on the field, the weather is very obscure, the black clouds pressed tightly together. The wind is wrecking the trees, and he saw the branches of the whomping willow swaying constantly.

But everything around him seemed quiet, the rain couldn’t drench him, the wind couldn’t blow over him – except for the transparent cover that towered a foot taller than him, which is an eyesore.

From afar, a few students arrived early, watching curiously as Professor Hap circled the field in the rainstorm, but no one bothered him.

These students chose to sit on the raised platform and stared blankly at Felix, not understanding what he is doing, though it looks like fun.

Especially for some young witches, the dark-haired, blue-pupiled Professor Hap (though the rainstorm obscured their vision, it is all in their heads), strolling leisurely in the rain, they couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

By the time Felix had made his third lap around the Quidditch pitch, the human-shaped shield charm on him already edged about half an inch closer, and had been hard to spot if they didn’t look closely.

He stopped and glanced at the stadium gates as a team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing a canary yellow uniform, led by the tall, lean, and handsome looking man who is none other than Cedric Diggory, the captain of the Hufflepuff team.

Felix walked up the wooden steps to the professor’s stand and sat down quietly, the roof over his head serving no purpose at all to keep the rain out, so he had to continue to maintain his human-shaped shield charm.

One by one, the little wizards either walked into the stadium with their waterproof cloaks or umbrellas in hand.

Time passed little by little, and more and more people arrived, Professor McGonagall, Madam Hooch, and Dumbledore also arrived, when he saw Felix, he smiled slightly and sat next to him.

“Headmaster Dumbledore.”

“Felix.”

Dumbledore said in a near whisper, “Very interesting trick.”

Felix said, “It doesn’t seem to be very useful except as protection against the wind, it’s still essentially a shield charm though.”

“Felix, you’re too obsessed with the power of spells.”

“Isn’t the shield used for defence?”

The two talked in small voices, and not long after, the two teams for today’s match stood in the center of the stadium, the torrential rain formed layers of water curtain, the audience could only see the yellow and scarlet robes, but this still did not affect their enthusiasm, and a huge cheer erupted from the stands amidst the rumble of thunder.

With a whistle from Madam Hooch, the game began.

The wind is simply too strong as players from both teams lifted off crookedly, Felix noticed Harry being swept to one side by the wind, luckily he quickly became familiar with the wind direction, besides him, several of the female Quidditch players are also slightly distressed.

It had nothing to do with skill, simply a lack of weight.

In his accelerated state of mind, everything slowed down in Felix’s eyes, the layers of rain not obscuring his vision as he quickly analysed the flow on the field and tried to anticipate the scoring for the next period.

This is what interested Felix in Quidditch; for him, every match is a high-quality group duel.

‘Harry would have crashed into his own team in two seconds if he hadn’t diverted – and he did.’

‘Cedric’s not slow, and his weight is more of an advantage in this weather, eh? He can still distract himself to command his team?’

‘That bit of wind has no effect on Wood at all, and sure enough, he defends the goal with ease.’

‘The Bludger is going to hit that red-robed witch, I remember her name is Angelina Johnson? Her teammate hurries over from the bottom left corner and the Bludger is blocked, is it Fred or George?’

‘Time out whistle, it is Wood who requested it, they are clearly ahead …’

The game is suspended, Gryffindor leads by fifty points, and the crowded Gryffindors in the stands erupt with roars of excitement.

A few moments later, the game continued. The tangle between the two teams became more intense, and the spectators could not distinguish the faces of the players on the field, they could only distinguish them by their jerseys and their behaviour based on their house and positions.

Commentator Lee Jordan clutched the microphone and shouted, “Gryffindor launched an attack, the ball is in the hands of the Chaser, one of the three girls, I can’t clearly see …”

Cedric put his focus on finding the Golden Snitch, his makeshift team is no match for Gryffindor and the score gap is only getting wider.

Only by catching the Golden Snitch, they would have a chance of winning, but it wouldn’t be easy as he faced off against Gryffindor’s talented Seeker, Harry Potter, who is undefeated in the sky field.

Felix continued to analyse the situation on the field –

‘Hufflepuff looks very hung up, head-to-head they are no match for the opponent; the Seeker confrontation, Harry’s past record is more dominant, unless Harry slips up, would he truly slip up?’

In midair, Harry’s grip suddenly slipped, and his body slipped a fraction of inches, he flipped in the air, but he managed to control the accident quickly.

The game continued, Cedric looked like he found something, he manipulated the broom to turn back a hundred and eighty degrees and took a dive position. But Felix has no time to pay attention to it, as a group of black dementors took the spotlight.

They appeared from the edge of the forbidden forest, gliding close to the ground, and some scattered in midair, like black rubbish bags swept by the wind.

The rain turned cold all of a sudden, the air fell silent, and the cheers and shouts seemed to be choked off as they emerged from the crowd, which Felix understood as an effect of the dementors on their brains.

A hundred feet up, several dementors circled Harry in the center with the cover of black clouds and fog – they didn’t care much about Cedric, as creatures of darkness that thrive on corruption and despair, they could easily distinguish those who had a tragic fate.

Harry could see that he still has some consciousness, clutching his broom in one hand and his wand in the other, the red spell slashed through the clouds, but with little success.

His broom fell uncontrollably and Harry fell into a complete coma.

“Dumbledore …,” Felix whispered.

“I’ll save the day.” Dumbledore said in a hushed voice, as he poked out his fingers and aimed at Harry, who quickly slowed down in his descent.

The tip of Felix’s wand flickered brightly, a silver stream of light burst through the dense clouds like silver lightning, knocking the Dementors around Harry, they tumbled and fell, but then landed lightly and joined together the Dementor colony below.

The silvery light turned into a slim, Rain Swallow, with scythe-like wings floating in midair without flapping it. From the mouth of the Rain Swallow came a deafening sound, “Dementors, get out of here.”

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