A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Professor Hepp turned and left. In his words, he wanted to think about how to make the Iron Armor spell fit better.

"Sounds like a discussion about changing the size of a dress," Harry thought.

He saw the Gryffindor players appear in the Great Hall and hurried over. He has to put something up now, even a bowl of porridge. In this bad weather, it's hard to say when the game will go on.

...

Felix was walking alone on the lawn, the weather was very dark and the clouds were very low. The wind was tearing the trees, and he saw the branches of the beater willow swaying.

But everything around him was quiet, the rain couldn't get him, the wind couldn't get through him—except for the transparent cover, which was a foot above him, which was a bit of an eyesore.

In the distance, some students came early, and they watched Professor Haipu circling the stadium in the torrential rain with curiosity, and no one dared to disturb him.

These students chose to sit on the high platform, staring at Felix, and although they didn't understand what he was doing, they looked interesting.

Especially some little witches, the black-haired and blue-eyed Professor Hepu (although the torrential rain blocked his sight, all relying on his brain to make up for it), strolling leisurely in the rain, their eyes could not be moved.

By the time Felix walked around the Quidditch pitch for the third lap, the humanoid iron charm on his body was already approaching half an inch or so, and it was hard to spot if you didn't look carefully.

He stopped and glanced at the gate of the stadium. A team of Hufflepuff players walked in wearing canary yellow robes. The tall, thin, 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 could not block the rain at all, so he could only continue to maintain the humanoid armor spell.

The little wizards walked into the stadium wearing cloaks or holding umbrellas.

Time passed, and more and more people came. Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch arrived one after another, and Dumbledore also came. He saw Felix, smiled slightly, and sat beside him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Felix."

Dumbledore almost whispered, "An interesting trick."

Felix knew what he was talking about, "Except for wind protection, it doesn't seem to be very useful. It is essentially an iron armor spell."

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

"Isn't the iron armor spell used for defense?"

The two chatted in a low voice. Not long after, the two teams in today's game stood in the middle of the field. The heavy rain formed layers of water curtains. The audience could only see the yellow and scarlet Quidditch uniforms, but this was still not enough. Affecting their enthusiasm, the thunder rumbled, and a huge cheer erupted from the stands.

With a whistle from Mrs. Hooch, the game began.

The two teams of players slanted into the air, and 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 The players are also a little embarrassed.

This has nothing to do with technique, it's simply just not having enough weight.

In the state of accelerated thinking, everything in Felix's eyes slowed down, and the layers of rain could not block his vision. He quickly analyzed the trend on the field and tried to predict the score for the next period of time.

That's why Felix is ​​interested in Quidditch, for him every match is a high-quality group duel.

'Harry would hit his own player two seconds later if he didn't turn - he turned. ’

'Cedric's speed is not slow, his weight is more dominant in this weather, huh? Can he be distracted and direct the team? ’

'The wind didn't affect Wood at all, and sure enough, he held the goal with ease. ’

'The Bludger is going to hit that witch in red, I remember her name is Angelina Johnson? Her teammates came from the bottom left corner, the Bludger was blocked, was it Fred or George? ’

'The suspension whistle was requested by Wood, they are clearly ahead...'

The game was suspended, Gryffindor leading fifty points, and the crowded bleachers erupted in excited roars of Gryffindors.

After a while, the game continued. The entanglement between the two academies has become more intense, and the audience can't tell the faces of the players on the field at all, and can only judge the academies and positions by the jerseys and their behavior.

The commentator, Li Jordan, held the microphone and shouted: "Gryffindor attacked, 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. The team he formed temporarily was not a Gryffindor opponent, and the score gap would only get bigger and bigger.

The only chance of winning is if he catches the Snitch, but it won't be easy because his opponent is Gryffindor's talented Seeker, Harry Potter, who has never lost in the Sky Realm.

Felix continued to analyze the situation on the field——

'Hufflepuff looks very hung, and the frontal attack is not an opponent; in the confrontation with the Seeker, Harry's past record is more dominant, unless Harry makes a mistake, does he really make a mistake? ’

In mid-air, Harry's hand slid abruptly, his body slid a few feet, and he did a somersault in the sky, but he quickly controlled the accident.

The game continued, and Cedric seemed to have discovered something. He turned his broom 180 degrees and took a dive. But Felix didn't have time to pay attention, and a group of black dementors took his sight.

They emerged from the corner of the forbidden forest, sliding against the ground, and some were scattered in the air like black garbage bags blown up by the wind.

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

At a height of a hundred feet, a few Dementors, with the help of dark clouds and fog, circled Harry in the center - they didn't care much about Cedric, as dark creatures born of corruption and despair, they could easily Identify those who have had a hard time.

It can be seen that Harry is still somewhat conscious. He is holding a broom in one hand and a wand in the other. The red spell cuts through the clouds, but it has little effect.

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

"Dumbledore..." Felix whispered.

"I'm here to save people," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He pointed his finger at Harry, who quickly slowed his descent.

The tip of Felix's wand exploded violently, and a silver streamer burst through the dense clouds in the blink of an eye, like silver lightning, knocking the dementors around Harry away, and they rolled somersaults and fell, but then fluttered again. Fall to the ground and merge into the dementor colony below.

The silver streamer turned into a slender and small swift with sickle-shaped wings that could stop in mid-air without flapping. A deafening voice came from Swift's mouth, "Dementors, get out of here."