Crookshanks retracted his paw, squatted on the Sorting Hat, and howled obediently.

"Do me a favor." Harry waved his wand, and the parchment on the table twisted and transformed into a palm-sized black dog. "If you meet a black dog, a black dog like Scabbers, come and let me know."

Crookshanks meowed twice.

"Well, just like last time, find the last two pounds of rations." Harry nodded in agreement.

Crookshanks meowed again.

"I don't have time during this period. Hermione is right. I have to get to know the environment of the Forbidden Forest and find a way out before the heavy snow falls." Harry rubbed its head, "So you have about a month or so."

Crookshanks stepped on the Sorting Hat and meowed loudly.

"No, I can't give you the hat." Harry refused decisively.

Crookshanks felt aggrieved.

"The hat isn't mine," Harry explained patiently, "and I have a lot of stuff in it, and sometimes I need to use it."

"How about this, I'll lend it to you for fun on Saturday night at most, how about that?"

Crookshanks reluctantly agreed, picked up the Sorting Hat, and jumped off the table.

"Don't take it out of the common room. If you want to go with Hedwig and the others, call them over." Harry patched it up, causing Crookshanks to stiffen and jump back onto the table. He meowed reluctantly and crawled out of the common room again.

Hermione and Ron were stunned.

"When did you learn cat language?" Hermione found it incredible.

Harry shook his head, "Cat language? I don't know it."

"But you..." Hermione pointed at Harry, then pointed at the entrance of the lounge. She found it difficult to continue talking. Her ears and cheeks turned red.

Is this cat language okay?

I hugged Crookshanks and talked to him a lot!

Harry explained: "Its meaning is easy to understand and can be guessed."

"You really don't know cat language?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry nodded sincerely, "Really."

Hermione didn't quite believe it and was a little worried, but since Harry had said so, she didn't dare to ask any further.

Come November, Harry is even busier.

Daily detention, remedial classes, more arduous Quidditch training, and spending every weekend in the Forbidden Forest, drawing new maps and exploring routes.

Occasionally, I would meet the Weasley brothers in the Forbidden Forest.

They are indeed very sensible.

In the forbidden forest, he never crossed the line, only moved around the edges and shallow layers, picking up some materials and herbs, and never doing anything dangerous.

Even though a pint of Acromanthus venom contained a hundred Galleons, they were now in the fifth grade and were capable of dealing with one, or at most ten, Acromanthus alone.

They never mess with those things.

Harry explored deeper and deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Thousands of years have passed and everything has changed.

What was once a forest has become a swamp.

The place where the Thestrals once lived is now occupied by Acromantulas.

The place that was once the residence of fairies was turned into a nest by giant monsters.

The route planned on the map is simply not feasible. If the little wizard rushes in rashly, if he is lucky enough not to fall into the swamp and have his internal organs eaten by swamp diggers, he will also become a meal for the eight-eyed giant spiders.

After a month, Harry managed to find a relatively safe path.

Countless dark magic creatures became materials in his pocket.

The Sorting Hat said bluntly that it couldn't eat any more and should be spared, as it was already full and was about to overflow.

The first battle of the Quidditch Cup finally began.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

The weather today is a bit bad. It started to rain in the morning, and by the morning, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, as if all the rain for the whole year was falling.

The wind is also very strong.

The stands on the Quidditch pitch were blown all over the place.

However, in such extremely bad weather, Quidditch was still not suspended. Professor McGonagall took action and used the Transfiguration Spell to stabilize all the stands.

There is no way to deal with heavy rain.

The young wizards wore raincoats but insisted on watching the game to the end - even though the rain was heavy and fog was forming, they could only see the head of the person in front of them at most.

Hermione stood in front of the lounge, watching the players come out after changing into their uniforms.

"Didn't you take any protective measures?" Hermione was a little surprised. At least they should have approved a raincoat.

Fred replied seriously: "We don't need that kind of thing!"

“That’s right!”

"There's no way this kind of bad weather can affect us!"

The other Quidditch players echoed loudly, as if their roar could drive away the wind and rain.

Hermione raised her wand, waved it at Harry, and was about to cast a spell.

Harry pressed her hand down. "I don't think you can use spells."

Wood came over with a straight face: "Yes, no spells or magic props can be used in Quidditch matches."

"A wizard's sport that doesn't allow magic." Hermione muttered. She didn't quite understand this sport.

Wood raised his fist high: "This is a challenge!"

“This is chivalry!”

"Lions, let us gather in groups and tear apart that despicable, mean, cunning, and insidious..."

He was a little stuck when he said this, trying hard to come up with more adjectives.

"Without fangs," Fred added.

George followed up with: "Thin, short and small."

The boys laughed.

Angelina snickered and Hermione stared, confused.

"Yes, Fred is right." Wood continued to raise his fist, "Let me tear those short, thin and small non-venomous snakes into pieces!"

George also raised his fists and bumped them together, complaining: "I said short, thin and small. I'm George."

Wood was stunned: "Oh, okay, for what George said."

They walked out of the locker room in a rage.

Slytherin and Gryffindor greeted each other politely - when Wood and Flint shook hands, they just put in as much strength as if they wanted to crush each other's hands, but they didn't fight immediately.

Following a whistle from Professor Hooch.

Players from both teams took off.

The Slytherins seemed to be using a defensive counterattack tactic today. They did not attack at the beginning, and even two Beaters and two Chasers gave up the attack and surrounded Harry.

Slytherins still have money.

Their brooms were all Nimbus 2001s, and although their flying skills were not as good as Harry's, they were dirty enough.

If you want to be thrown away, just pull at your robe or broom.

If worst comes to worst, just hit me hard.

Try every possible means to stop Harry from finding the Golden Snitch.

Barely five minutes into the game, Gryffindor was already ahead thirty to ten - these thirty points all came from Professor Hooch's whistle. Slytherin shifted its focus to Harry, and even though it had more people than the opponent, Gryffindor still couldn't gain a clear advantage in the situation.

The two new chasers on the team were not very experienced, and this extreme weather was even more of a challenge for them.

The wind and rain are getting stronger.

Harry had found the Golden Snitch, a small, flashing golden dot flying near the sewer of the stadium. It seemed a little afraid of the rain and was thinking of ways to avoid this weather.

Harry dived, and was grabbed by the Slytherin players again.

"Potter, forget it!" a Chaser yelled.

Another one also shouted: "Draco, the Golden Snitch is here!"

But it didn't work.

The wind and rain were too loud, and Malfoy was on the other side, so he couldn't hear his shouts.

Harry wanted to punch each of these men in the face. They were as sticky as malt sugar, and their little tricks were so numerous that he couldn't get rid of them.

Just when he was thinking of a solution.

Sudden--

Everything around became quiet; even the sounds of wind and rain disappeared.

An even stronger chill came from under the stadium.

This familiar feeling...

Harry looked down.

It's the Dementors.

And there was more than just one. It seemed that all the Dementors stationed near Hogwarts had gathered here, densely packed, more than a hundred of them.

They are silent.

But they are full of greed.

The little wizards sitting at the bottom of the Quidditch field lifted their hoods, breathing in the emotions of the air, their faces trembling and turning pale.

Harry immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at them.

"Expect God to Guard!"

The huge lion pounced on the group of things angrily, hitting them one by one and knocking them back. The fear of their guardian made them instinctively take a step back.

But the desire for huge emotions makes them overflow again.

Harry looked towards the stands.

The old man stood up, as angry as he was when he faced Voldemort in his second year, raised his wand high, and recited the spell clearly.

This was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore cast a spell in such a formal manner.

The power of emotions surges.

And then comes the magic.

Majestic, gigantic, and overwhelming, a huge silver phoenix emerged from his wand, swept across and crashed into the pile of Dementors. With a flap of its wings, dozens of Dementors flew backwards.

Harry's lion was encouraged and fought harder.

More than a hundred Dementors were driven away almost instantly.

Harry stared thoughtfully at the slowly disappearing phoenix, then looked at Dumbledore, pondering what he had sensed at that moment.

The players who were still flying on the court had their minds and bodies frozen at that moment.

The sounds of wind and rain gradually return.

Harry retracted his wand and took the opportunity to shake off the Slytherin men. In just one minute, he caught the Golden Snitch hiding in the stands.

Professor Hooch blew the whistle.

This was like a whistle that woke up all the little wizards watching the game.

Only then did they burst into screams.

Frightened and panicked.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and began to organize the students to evacuate. Dumbledore, with a cold face, hurried out of Hogwarts Castle.

He didn't keep his promise!

Let the Dementors in.

Harry landed, sighed, and just walked to the door of the common room.

Hermione and Ron were both pale and trembling. This was their first encounter with Dementors - they hadn't seen them on the train before, and the Dementors were driven away by Harry before they could even reach the back of the train.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked tremblingly, concerned.

Harry waved his wand and chanted a spell to dry her and Ron's clothes, and also dried his own clothes. "You should look at yourselves. I should be the one asking you this."