Chapter 120 Hermione is frightened (Fourth update~Please subscribe~)

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

"Do me a favor." Harry waved his wand, and the parchment on the table twisted and changed, turning into a black dog the size of a palm. "If you encounter a black dog, a black dog like Scabbers, please come and notify me. .”

Crookshanks meowed twice.

"Yes, just like last time, I found the last two pounds of rations." Harry nodded in agreement.

Crookshanks meowed a few more times.

"I don't have time at this time. Hermione is right. I have to find out the environment of the Forbidden Forest and find the way out before the heavy snow falls." Harry moved its head, "So you almost have A little more than a month.”

Crookshanks stepped on the Sorting Hat and meowed loudly.

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

Crookshanks felt aggrieved.

Slytherins still have money.

The agreement was not kept!

But it's no use.

Then comes the magic.

Everything around became quiet, even the sound of wind and rain disappeared.

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

"Didn't you take any protection?" Hermione was a little surprised. She should have at least been given a raincoat.

This is like a whistle that wakes up all the little wizards watching the game.

The route planned on the map is simply not feasible. If the little wizard breaks in recklessly, if he is lucky enough not to fall into the swamp, and be dug up by the swamp and eat his internal organs, he will also become the meal of the Acromantulas.

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

They were so angry that they walked out of the locker room.

"Let's do this. I'll let you play with me on Saturday night at most. How about it?"

They never mess with those things.

The little wizards wore raincoats and insisted on watching the game - even though the rain curtain was very heavy and the fog came out, they could only see the head of the person in front of them at most.

The two new chasers who joined the team are not very experienced, and this extreme weather is even more of a challenge for them.

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

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

November is coming, and Harry is even busier.

Harry stared thoughtfully at the slowly disappearing phoenix, then looked at Dumbledore, trying to figure out what he had sensed at that moment.

Let the dementors come in.

The Sorting Hat bluntly said, "I can't eat any more, so please spare it. It's already full and almost overflowing."

More than a hundred dementors were driven away almost instantly.

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

Crookshanks reluctantly agreed, picked up the sorting hat and jumped off the table.

The sound of wind and rain gradually returned.

George also raised his fists, bumped them together, and complained dissatisfiedly: "I said it was short, thin, and small. I am George."

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

"That's right!"

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and began to organize the students to evacuate. Dumbledore hurriedly walked outside Hogwarts Castle with a cold face.

I don't know how many dark magical creatures became the materials in his pocket.

Majestic, huge, and swallowing mountains and rivers, a huge silver phoenix surged out from his wand, swept into the pile of dementors, and with a lift of its wings, dozens of dementors flew out.

Hermione and Ron were stunned.

Is it okay to speak cat language now?

I hugged Crookshanks and whispered a lot!

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

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

Their broomsticks are all Nimbus 2001. Although their flying skills are not as good as Harry's, they are dirty enough.

Harry looked down.

It's a dementor.

"Don't take it out of the lounge. If you want to stay with Hedwig and the others, call them." Harry patched it up, causing Crookshanks to stiffen and jump back to the table, reluctantly meowing.

, and then climbed out of the lounge.

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

Emotional power surges.

In the Forbidden Forest, I never cross the border. I am only active at the edge and shallow level, picking up some materials and herbs, and I never do anything dangerous.

However, in this extremely bad weather, Quidditch still did not stop. Professor McGonagall took action and used the transformation spell to stabilize all the stands.

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

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

Harry shook his head: "Cat language? I can't."

This was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore cast a spell so formally.

Harry pressed her hand: "I don't think you can use magic."

One by one, they lifted their hoods and breathed in the emotion of the air. The little wizards sitting on the bottom floor of the Quidditch pitch were trembling and turning pale.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Players from both teams take off.

Harry's lion was inspired to work harder.

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

"This is chivalry!"

They are indeed very measured.

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

Hermione stood in front of the lounge, watching the team members change into their uniforms and come out.

Even if the venom of a pint of Acromantula is as high as one hundred galleons, they are still in fifth grade now and have the ability to deal with one alone, or even no more than ten Acromantulas at most.

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

"Potter, don't even think about it!" a chaser yelled.

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

"But you..." Hermione pointed at Harry and then at the entrance to the lounge. It was difficult to say anything. Her ears and cheeks were a little red.

Professor Huo Qi blew the whistle.

The stands on the Quidditch pitch were shaken to pieces.

Harry has found the Golden Snitch, a small flashing golden dot flying near the sewers of the stadium. It seems to be a little afraid of the rain and is thinking of ways to avoid the weather.

But the desire for great emotions makes them come over again.

The wind is also very strong.

Hermione didn't quite believe it and was a little worried, but since Harry had said so, it was hard for her to ask further questions.

Just when he was thinking of a way.

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

Harry wanted to punch each of these people in the face. They were as sticky as maltose, and there were so many small moves that he couldn't shake them off.

An even stronger chill came from the underground of the stadium.

But they are full of greed.

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

Harry looked towards the stands.

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