hotmtlnovel Chapter 65 Angry Dumbledore
Chapter 65 Angry Dumbledore
The light dispelled the gloom in the playground.
The dementors who were already eager to run outside the playground.
It flew out like a ball that was kicked away.
Disappear into the playground.
And on the highest stand of the playground, I don't know when an old man with white hair appeared.
That person was none other than Dumbledore.
It's just that unlike the previous kindness, Dumbledore's eyes are angry at this moment.
Angrily, he walked to Harry's side.
Then the wand waved, and Harry, who was poured in the mud and didn't know if he was alive or dead, floated.
Striding towards the school hospital.
"Braun, you were so handsome just now!
Shabini didn't know when he ran to Braun's side and shouted excitedly.
"Okay, don't hold me. Thanks to the headmaster, I wouldn't have been able to cope with it.
Braun waved the Patronus away.
"That's strong too! I'm sure there are quite a few little witches who are fascinated by you!"
Shabini whispered Braun looked into the stands, occasionally squeezing his eyebrows to make a funny expression.
Braun rolled his eyes and ignored him.
"What's wrong with me?"
On the hospital bed, Harry opened his eyes a little weakly, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling and looking a little out of mind.
But he soon recognized where it was.
This is the infirmary.
Basically every year he comes to stay for a few days.
"Harry, you're awake!"
Some surprised sounds made Harry can't help but turn his head to look.
That man was Fred.
His good friend Ronald's older brother is also a Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Look around at your teammates.
This also made Harry's memory clear.
He seemed to remember that he seemed to see a dementor and a woman's voice began to echo in his ears.
"Mom? Is that my mother?"
Harry thought with some confusion in his heart.
"How do you feel? Harry? Harry are you okay?
Seeing that Harry did not speak, Fred asked again with some anxiety.
"Huh? What happened? Did we win?"
Harry asked weakly.
He seemed to remember that he had caught the Golden Snitch at the last minute.
But at the moment, it seems a little uncertain.
Speaking of the game, Fred couldn't help but get excited again.
"We won Harry! You caught the Golden Snitch at the last minute!
Harry turned to look at the others, and everyone nodded.
This made Harry, who was originally worried about the game, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thanks to you Harry, otherwise we'd have to pray that Hufflepuff loses two hundred points!"
Wood said with excitement in his tone.
"Nothing Wood, what happened after I fainted?
I just remember seeing the Dementors and then I can't remember anything. ”
"It's Braun!"
Hermione leaned over.
He summoned a silver creature, and the giant toad flew into the group of dementors to chase them away. 35
Ronald also squeezed in:
"And Dumbledore, he's so angry! Float you to the infirmary. I've never seen him so angry. ”
Harry nodded, looking a little distracted.
All he had in his head was the screams that came to his ears at the sight of the dementors.
“ Harry?”
Seeing that Hermione and the others were looking at him worriedly, Harry had to pretend to change the topic lightly.
"By the way, my light wheel? Which of you helped me get it?35
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you.
In the end, Wood stepped forward apologetically:
"I'm so sorry, Harry."
"What's wrong?"
Apparently Harry didn't understand what Wood meant.
"Whew—that's right. You also know that the wind is strong today... Then your broom is blown away by the wind.
Harry had some bad premonitions:
"And then that?"
Wood looked a little dulle and handed over the bag in his hand.
"This is my broom?"
Looking at the stump fragments in the bag, Harry felt his heart being pounded.
It's not that I'm sorry for the price, but for Harry, who inherited the Potter family's huge fortune, a flying broom is not much expensive for him.
Even he thought he could get a new one now.
What matters is what this broom means to him.
This broom was given to him by Professor McGonagall when he joined the Quidditch team, as a recognition and anticipation for him.
I didn't expect that now this broom turned out to be broken.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his pocket.
Wood saw what Harry was trying to ask.
Explains:
"After you fell, the broom was blown by the wind to the beating willow.
You also know that beating willow ... It's very grumpy. ”
Of course, Harry knew about the beating willow, and he had been blown under the beating willow for his homework last semester.
In the end, not only did I not get my arm for homework, but I was also beaten and smoked.
It took several days to subside.
Wood continued:
"I was even worse after being hit, if it weren't for Professor Flitwick, this fragment might not have been rescued by the 997 method."
Harry seemed a little silent after listening.
But he also knew about it, and it had nothing to do with Wood.
No one thought that they would fall off a broomstick.
And the thought of falling off the broom, he couldn't help but hate himself even more.
Others were terrified at best when they saw the dementors.
And only I faint whenever I get close to them.
No one else has heard the voice of a dead parent like his own.
Even when he woke up at the moment, he still did not forget Voldemort's unbridled laughter and his mother's bitter pleading when he was unconscious.
"Please, let Harry go!"
"Kill me, kill me. Don't hurt my son!35
"Fuck off, you stupid woman..."
Madam Pomfrey walked into the ward with some dissatisfaction:
"Okay, let's go! The patient needs to rest!"
Wood and the others had to wave their hands with Harry.
Under Madame Pomfrey's gaze, she reluctantly left.
"A pile of muddy water... Why can't you clean it up!35
Madam Pomfrey grumbled as she waved her wand to clean the muddy water from the ground.
"Okay kid, rest. And that pile of garbage, I'll help you by the way..."