Despair was like poison, eroding Harry Potter's heart. He heard a woman's scream, saw the blown wooden door, and someone's cruel words.

He understood what it was.

This was his mother's scream.

This was the night his parents died.

He didn't know why he saw what he saw that night.

But he still fell into this deep darkness.

He indulged.

In the depths of his mind, there were shadows floating up and down.

Harry closed his eyes heavily.

He fell powerlessly from the sky.

Someone was screaming, especially Ron and Hermione. The two of them screamed, jumped up, and tried to rush out, but they were held back.

Professor McGonagall opened her eyes wide, and she subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

The same goes for Snape.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, he had been waiting for this moment.

Seeing Harry falling, he whipped out his wand. These dementors were like black swimming fish, rushing towards Harry Potter in the sky, and some dementors were approaching.

student.

The students were screaming and yelling, and the other beaters, as well as Diggory and the others, desperately tried to get close to Harry Potter and pull him onto their broomsticks, but they failed.

They were also attacked and affected, they were cold and weak.

Mad-Eye Moody saw this and knew that things were almost at a fever pitch.

He also pulled out his wand.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Mad-Eye Moody whispered, silver smoke came out from the tip of his wand, and Dumbledore's Elder Wand was already pointing at Harry Potter.

"Slow down!"

He said in a loud voice.

Visible to the naked eye, Harry Potter's falling speed slowed down. Who knows, at this moment, Harry Potter suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He woke up.

He pulled the wand from his leg.

He shouted in a weak but firm tone: "Call the gods to protect you!"

When approaching coma.

He woke up.

He saw, deep in his memory, a music box.

The music box turned quietly, and Professor Lupine hummed.

It's the Hedwig Variations.

On top of the music box, he, his father, and his mother hugged each other and turned slowly.

When he saw the music box, it was as if he had been given a shot in the arm. Harry Potter suddenly woke up. He looked at those black, disgusting guys coming over, pulled out his wand, and removed it from his wand.

, a stag flew out from the tip.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

he shouted.

He didn't know how amazing it was that a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old wizard could summon a physical patron saint.

But he knows that he can drive away those disgusting monsters!

The silver elk appears.

Snape's eyes reflected the stag, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Hagrid hit his front hard.

"Very good!"

He made a small hole in front of his eyes, but the people around him didn't pay attention to it.

"Genius boy, Potter, genius boy."

Professor Flitwick said excitedly. He made a fist with one hand and a palm with the other. They smashed them together, making a "pop" sound, and they were spinning around on the ground excitedly.

Even Mad-Eye Moody looked happy.

"As expected of James and Lily's son!"

He said, Snape glanced at Mad-Eye Moody, and Mad-Eye Moody also looked at Snape mercilessly.

Professor McGonagall also looked happy.

"Well done, Mr. Potter."

She said to herself.

Harry was still descending, but his descent slowed down significantly. Cedric Diggory, who was swaying by the side, saw the opportunity, grabbed Harry, and told him to sit behind him.

The students below were screaming, but this time, the screams were excited screams.

"Yeah!"

The Weasley twins clapped their hands and said.

"Well done, Diggory!"

Hermione shouted too.

The dementors were driven by the stag and ran outside.

Dumbledore pretended to be angry.

Maybe there's no need to pretend, he was already very angry.

After rescuing someone, it's time to settle the score. The strikers below also understand this.

When they saw the dementors flying over, they were all so frightened that their hands and feet became cold.

They also sensed the danger.

Never, never let these damn dementors attack students, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will never be able to protect them!

Walker endured the coldness all over his body, and he struggled to pull out his wand, trying to summon the gods to protect him.

At this moment, Magniil, who was beside them, suddenly pointed his wand at the sky.

The other batters haven't reacted yet.

I don't know what this colleague wants to do.

They thought their old friend was trying to help.

Who knew that he pointed his wand at the sky, and in full view of everyone, a terrifying mark was emitted.

On his wand, the Dark Lord's mark bloomed quietly in the sky above Hogwarts.

Flowers bloom twice.

Looking at the Dark Lord's mark that suddenly appeared.

Even Dumbledore was stunned.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the "Bone Reappearance" magic. For a moment, Dumbledore felt magical. He did not expect that one day, when he was still in Hogwarts, when he was still

As a teacher here, someone will release this magic under his nose.

Even Tom Riddle himself would not dare to do this.

What kind of brave person dares to do this?

The batters around Magnier also stood aside blankly. They looked at Magniir in horror, as if he had contracted some terrible infectious disease, and quickly moved away from him, pointing with their wands.

Him, to prevent him from getting violent and hurting others.

Turner was no exception. He didn't understand. He thought this colleague must be crazy!

Where is this!

This is Hogwarts.

How dare he do this here!

What to do if exposed?

Whose?

After casting this magic, Magniil ignored the gazes of the others, protected the earth with his hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Long live Voldemort!
To be continued...