Professor Hep turned and left. In his words, he wanted to think about how to make the armor charm fit better.

"It sounds like discussing how to modify the size of a piece of clothing." Harry thought.

He saw the Gryffindor team members enter the hall, and he hurried over. He had to put something under him, even if it was a bowl of porridge. In this bad weather, it was hard to say when the game would go on.

...

Felix walked alone on the lawn. The weather was very gloomy and the dark clouds were very low. The strong wind broke the trees, and he saw the branches of the Whomping Willow swaying constantly.

But everything around him was quiet. The rain could not get on him, and the wind could not blow through him-except that the transparent cover that was a foot higher than him was a bit annoying.

In the distance, some students came early. They curiously watched Professor Hep circling the court in the heavy rain, and no one dared to disturb him.

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

Especially some little witches, Professor Heppe with black hair and blue eyes (although the view was blocked by the heavy rain, it was all up to imagination), strolling leisurely in the rain, they couldn't take their eyes off him.

When Felix walked around the Quidditch field for the third time, the human armor charm on his body had approached about half an inch. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to see.

He stopped and glanced at the gate of the field. A team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing canary yellow robes. The tall, thin and handsome leader was the captain of the Hufflepuff team, Cedric Diggory.

Felix walked up the wooden steps to the professor's stand and sat down quietly. The shed above his head did not serve to block the rain at all. He could only continue to maintain the human armor charm.

One by one, the little wizards walked into the field, either wearing cloaks or holding umbrellas.

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

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Felix,"

Dumbledore said almost in a whisper. "Very interesting technique."

Felix said, "Except for wind protection, it doesn't seem to be of much use. It's essentially an Shield Charm."

"Felix, you're too obsessed with the power of the spell."

"Isn't the Shield Charm used for defense?"

The two of them talked in a low voice. Not long after, the two teams in today's game stood in the center of the court. 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. Amid the rumbling thunder, a huge cheer broke out in the stands.

With a whistle from Madam Hooch, the game began.

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

This has nothing to do with skills, it's simply because of insufficient weight.

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

This is also the reason why Felix is ​​interested in Quidditch. For him, every game is a high-quality group duel.

'If Harry does not turn, he will hit his own player in two seconds-he turned. '

'Cedric is not slow. In this weather, his weight is more advantageous. Huh? Can he still distract himself to command the team? '

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

The bludger is about to hit the red-robed witch. I remember her name is Angelina Johnson? Her teammate rushed over from the lower left corner and the bludger was blocked. Was it Fred or George? '

'Timeout whistle, it was requested by Wood. They are clearly leading...'

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

After a moment, the game continued. The fight between the two houses became more intense. The audience could not distinguish the faces of the players on the field. They could only judge the house and position based on their jerseys and their behavior.

Commentator Lee Jordan held 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 see clearly..."

Cedric focused on finding the golden snitch. His temporary team was no match for Gryffindor. The score gap would only get bigger and bigger.

The only chance of winning was to catch the golden snitch, but it was not easy because his opponent was Gryffindor's genius seeker, Harry Potter. In the sky, he had never lost.

Felix continued to analyze the situation on the field -

'Hufflepuff looks very precarious. They are no match for the frontal attack; in the confrontation between the seekers, Harry's past record is more advantageous, unless Harry made a mistake, did he really make a mistake? '

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

The game was still going on. Cedric seemed to have discovered something. He turned his broom 180 degrees and took a diving posture. But Felix didn't have time to pay attention. A group of black Dementors occupied his sight.

They appeared from a corner of the Forbidden Forest, gliding close to the ground, and some scattered in the air, like black garbage bags blown by the wind.

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

At a height of 100 feet, several Dementors used the cover of black clouds and fog to circle Harry in the center - they didn't care much about Cedric. As dark creatures born in corruption and despair, they could easily distinguish those who had suffered tragic experiences.

It can be seen that Harry still had some consciousness. 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 completely.

"Dumbledore..." Felix whispered.

"I'll save you." Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He stretched out his finger and pointed it at Harry. He quickly slowed down his descent.

The tip of the wand in Felix's hand suddenly exploded. A silver stream of light broke through the dense clouds in the blink of an eye, like a silver lightning, knocking away the Dementors around Harry. They tumbled down, but then landed lightly and merged into the group of Dementors below.

The silver light turned into a slender swift with sickle-shaped wings that could stay in the air without flapping. A deafening voice came from the swift's mouth, "Dementors, get out of here."