Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan sees Ron turning his head in panic, as if avoiding his own eyes.

“Something's wrong, isn't this guy hiding something from me?!” Ivan looked at Ron thoughtfully.

Could it have anything to do with Peter Pettigrew, but looking at Ron's divine color, it doesn't seem very similar, this look is like...

The next second, a burst of thunder sounded in the middle of the air, and Ivan turned his head in a hurry, a forked lightning stroke across the sky, and he saw Harry flying quickly in front of his eyes.

At high altitude, Harry's hands and feet were numb, and he had to lay low on the flying broomstick, urging it through the turbulent airflow in search of golden thieves in all directions. He dodged a stray ball to the right, he saw Diggory diving under himself, Diggory was flying in the opposite direction, did he already see the golden thief?!

It can't go on like this anymore. The situation is getting more dangerous.

Harry quickly turned around, and he wanted to go back to the center of the field, but then again, a lightning bolt lit up the observation deck, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely: the side of that huge black dog, full of hair, which was clearly reflected in the sky, and he stayed in an empty row on the top floor of Slytherin's observation deck.

Harry's numb hands slipped on the broomstick and his lightwheel 2000 fell a few feet.

He swept his wet hair away from his eyes and looked at the observation deck obliquely, and the dog was gone.

“Harry!” Wood's angry scream came from Griffindor's goal, “Harry, behind you! ”

Harry panicked, Diggory plummeted to the field, a tiny golden plaque flashing in the air of the rain silk, and Harry panicked, lying all over the broomstick, spinning toward the golden thief.

Everyone stopped and looked to Harry and Diggory, who were approaching the Golden Thief, closer than Harry, but Harry was faster than him.

On the stand, Hermione's cold little hand suddenly grabbed Ivan's left arm tightly, and she screamed in horror, "Look, look over there!”.

With her eyes, Ivan snapped in his heart, and he saw behind Harry and Diggory a dark black sky stretching across the distance.

Like ink dripping outward into the water, more than a hundred psychedelics are attracted by the joyful atmosphere at Quidditch Stadium, which quickly strikes with terrible cold currents.

Dementors seem to be invited to a feast, dressed in a dark grey shattered cloak, wandering in the air, a pair of rotten hands penetrating the pus slowly trembling outside the hood, and the air filled with the smell of rotten flesh and corruption.

Along the lines of ice cream formed in the air, Ivan saw something flying out of the observation deck, sucked away by the psychedelic above, and that was their joyful emotion.

The whole world instantly turned black and white, and there was a silence on the staircase around the runway caused by cowardice. The wind was still as strong as before, but forgot to yell, as if someone had turned it off.

Ivan saw Hermione yelling at himself, but he couldn't hear anything.

He pulled the wand out, pointing it at the Dementors in the center of the field.

“Echo guard!” He shouted loudly but could not hear himself.

His wand emitted a silver ray of light that swayed in the wind and rain like a flame, bringing a moment of colour to this black and white world ruled by the Spirit Monster.

But no, this little light dissipates instantly and turns into faint green smoke.

“Damn, too many psychedelics!” Evan read the spell again and kept thinking back in his head about things that made him happy.

He received a letter from Hogwarts about the instant surprise, he learned the joy of the first spell, his happy time with his friends, the light at the tip of the Evan wand was getting stronger and stronger, and a complete animal was gradually gathering.

But just a little bit worse, the pitch-black fear of the Dementors came from all sides.

Ivan tightened the wand in his hand, and he remembered the first time he had released the full patron god on the train, and he was going to lose it, because Hermione gave him hope again, and he tried to remember that feeling.

Evan suddenly felt a trembling weakness close to himself, and he turned around and saw Hermione staring at him nervously.

That's right, that's how it feels!

The next second, a stunning silver-white animal emerged from Ivan's wand.

The power of the Guardian God's spell derives from the inner positive power, which, in addition to what has always been described as a joyful emotion, includes hope, the desire to live, and the guardian himself.

When you show deep in your heart a strong desire to guard a person, then you will also issue a complete body guardian.

As strong as the Guardian's determination is, so strong is the Guardian God released.

Not happy memories, but Evan's heart for Hermione's guardianship inspired the spell.

His patron god is a cat, but he is much more powerful and fierce than an ordinary cat. He is surrounded by silver light with stripes of prosperity, like a tiger.

Is it a cat or a tiger?

All the little wizards on the stand shouted, as if they had never seen such a strange, rare creature.

But Ivan knew that his patron saint and Animagus had exactly the same image and were all black cats.

Because of his deep desire for Hermione at this moment, he made this patron god look mighty.

The Guardian God represents the hidden, unknown, but inevitable character of a person, a mysterious self that only ends its awakening at the necessary juncture. Ivan's patron saint, with his king's breath, and his determination to protect Hermione, pounded the fierce Dementors into the center of the venue and slammed them apart.

Halfway through the air, Harry quickly approached the Golden Snitch.

He was close, he was faster than Diggory, but the time around him seemed to be completely static.

Harry felt like he was entering a black hole that would never fly out, and he was moving helplessly forward inside, and the temperature was getting lower and lower around him, and his breathing began to freeze, and frozen rainwater drilled into his body and cut his gut.

The last time he heard that voice on the train, someone was moaning, inside his head, a woman's voice.

“Don't move Harry, don't move Harry, please, don't move Harry! ”

“Move aside, you stupid woman, move aside, now...”

“Don't move, Harry, please don't, take me, you kill me! ”

Harry was numb, what was going on, what was he doing, why was he flying, obviously closer and closer to the golden thief, but his focus was on the woman in his head.

He has to help her. She's dying. She's going to be murdered!

“Don't move, Harry! Please don't move... have mercy... have mercy..."

The only answer to her was a sharp, callous laugh, which seemed so harsh in the woman's cry.

Harry felt like he didn't know anything. He couldn't help the woman. He seemed to slide off the broom. Just when he thought he was going to fall like this, a silver-white animal suddenly flew in from below.

This is Ivan's Guardian, exactly like his Annie Mags, all a black cat.

Blurred consciousness returned to Harry's mind, and he saw a lot of psychedelics around him, their faces hidden beneath the headscarf all facing him.

It's pitch-black under the turban, nothing.

No, Harry saw something in there, it was...

His eyes were wide open, full of terror, and he tried to pull out the wand, but he found himself falling off the broomstick, and his light wheel 2000 flew along its original trajectory in the direction of the forbidden forest.

The cold rain fell rapidly and hit Harry's pale face hard. He couldn't reach out his right hand and wanted to grab the broomstick.

But it didn't work, more Dementors were approaching here, Evan's Guardian God's light was getting weaker and weaker, and the woman's cry and the stinging laughter appeared in her head again, what were they still saying, and the man seemed to say a very scary word.

Harry tries to recall this sentence, but he can't remember anything.

He's losing his temper and his eyelids are getting heavier.

The next second, he fainted in front of him.