The latest website: To be honest, Sherlock is actually not very interested in Quidditch.

Because of the long time spent in the library, in addition to enhancing his magical knowledge, Sherlock also read many other miscellaneous books when he was relaxing.

Among them is the origin of Quidditch.

To be honest, there's not much to talk about in this kind of ball game, but in the beginning, there was no Golden Snitch, and there was no Seeker in the Quidditch team.

Until a match in 1269 was attended by Barberw Bregg, then president of the Wizarding Council.

He brought a bird-like magical beast named Flying Man and announced that as long as anyone caught the Flying Man during the competition, he would receive a grand prize of 150 Galleons.

In the next game, the players naturally completely forgot about the game and just wanted to catch the poor bird and get the grand prize of 150 Galleons.

And the wizards in the audience used evasion spells to drive the bird that just wanted to escape from the arena so that they could watch this special game.

Until a witch named Modesty Rabno felt pity for the poor Golden Flying Man, and secretly used the Summoning Charm to hide it in her robe and let it go.

But it was eventually discovered, and an angry Breg fined her ten Galleons for disrupting the game.

Although Friedrich was not caught in this match, Quidditch matches have been associated with Friedrich since then.

In each game, a Golden Wing is released, and each team has a player -- initially known as the "Hunter", later the Seeker -- dedicated to catching it.

If any hunter can catch and kill the Golden Flying Man, his team can earn 150 points to symbolize the 150 Galleons promised by Breno.

The popularity of Quidditch competitions quickly reduced the number of fighters. In the 14th century, fighters at that time were almost wiped out, and a fighter that could be used in the game was even auctioned for sky-high prices.

Finally, a metalsmith from Godric's Hollow named Bowman Wright had a different idea: He invented a fake Snitch, which he called the Snitch.

This is the origin of the position of the Snitch and Seeker in a Quidditch match.

Disgraceful, almost killing a genocide, and now there is a Modesty Rabnot Sanctuary in Somerset to protect the golden bird.

So from the beginning, Sherlock was relatively indifferent to the sport.

But he really had nothing to do in the office, and his mood was much better than before, and he was also idle when he was idle, so he simply followed along to join in the fun.

The teachers and students at Hogwarts were obviously much more enthusiastic about Quidditch than him. Almost all the teachers and students in the castle came to the Quidditch pitch despite the wind and rain.

The wind was so strong that normal umbrellas couldn't hold up at all and would be blown away.

Sherlock saw Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and others on the way to the stadium, as well as students such as Hermione and Ron.

But instead of leaning over, he walked up to the top of the auditorium alone and sat there with his chin propped up.

Such a heavy rainy day had no effect on the Quidditch game. Sherlock even saw Dumbledore in the front row, and even he did not miss the game.

Players from both sides began to take off on broomsticks. The referee of the game was Mrs. Hooch, the flying teacher.

The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players Sherlock looked familiar.

Harry, Wood, Cedric, the Weasley twins, the latter are the students he is now teaching.

The game seemed to be very lively. Although Sherlock was not interested, he knew a little about the rules of Quidditch.

It can be seen from the scene that Gryffindor's team is temporarily leading, but in terms of Seekers, Harry is obviously at a disadvantage.

Because he needs to wear glasses, which Cedric doesn't, the rain severely blocks his vision.

In the middle of the game, the Gryffindor team called a timeout, and Hermione seemed to run to Harry's side and use some magic on his glasses to make it clear that it would not be disturbed by the rain.

Sherlock guessed that it should be a waterproof spell, a small spell that is not difficult but a little bit biased. Hermione's biggest hobby is that students who like to read will not be difficult to learn.

Just as the timeout was over and the game continued, Sherlock glanced around casually.

Then he met the eyes of a **** dog who was quietly sneaking over from the side of the stand.

Sherlock looked at the black dog for a moment, and then quickly reacted. This dog was the one he and Silk had brought them to find clues when they first went to Hogsmeade to investigate. Black dog!

After that, I went to Hogsmeade and didn't encounter it. Sherlock thought it wandered to other places, but I didn't expect to meet it again in Hogwarts.

"Blah blah blah...Come on, come over here and it's dark."

Sherlock called to the black dog.

Sirius, who had sneaked into Hogwarts to watch Harry play, was in a dilemma at the moment.

According to his past experience, the highest seat in the audience is the worst viewing spot in a Quidditch match. Normally, no one at Hogwarts should sit here to watch the match.

As a result, he met this young professor as soon as he came over today.

And what the **** is Big Black!

After hesitating and hesitating for a long time, Sirius felt that turning around and running now would arouse Sherlock's desire to bring him back. It would be a problem if he used magic to capture him back then, whether he would resist or not.

He simply took the initiative directly, pretending that he was a real dog, walking on four legs and walking to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock looked at the dog with a natural affection. If it weren't for it, he and Silk probably wouldn't have caught the straw man so smoothly.

He touched the wet hair on Sirius' body, and he could clearly feel that the dog was very strong, and the muscles under the skin were very strong.

Sirius felt numb when he touched him, and he had to stick his tongue out, pretending to be very friendly.

"You're quite amazing. With so many dementors guarding you, you can still run into Hogwarts." Sherlock said suspiciously, "Could it be that dementors have no interest in dogs?"

Dementors, of course, have little interest in dogs.

Sirius complained silently in his heart. It was because of this that he stayed in Azkaban for so long without going crazy.

Ignoring Sherlock's hands on him, Sirius was staring at Harry's performance on the court seriously, watching him flying on a broomstick in the air, reminding him of James.

At this time, Harry, who was looking for the figure of the Golden Snitch in the rain, inadvertently turned his eyes to the highest part of the stand.

He saw Sherlock, and he also saw the **** dog beside Sherlock!

Harry was restless.

He still remembered the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had made to him in the divination class that had just started this semester, saying that he would encounter something unknown.

That so-called unknown is a **** dog!

Harry had seen this black dog in a hurry in many places, but what he didn't expect was that this time he saw the black dog again, and it was actually staying with Sherlock!

Just as Harry was stunned, Wood, the goalkeeper, found that the Golden Snitch was behind Harry.

He shouted loudly to remind Harry, who also noticed the little golden orb that was flapping its little wings quickly.

But just as he was about to lower his broom and dive at the position of the Golden Snitch, all his ears suddenly fell silent.

It was as if someone had turned off the sound switch to his ears, making him deaf, and then he felt a coldness like falling into an ice cave.

There are at least a hundred dementors under him, looking at him with their faces hidden under the hood!

Sherlock noticed the problem the first time the Dementors entered the Quidditch field.

He frowned, watching the dementors drifting in from the distant horizon with the gust of wind, clenching his wand in his right hand.

And Sirius fled from the stand as soon as the Dementor appeared. He thought it was the Dementor who found his trace and came to catch him.

Sherlock didn't care about the black dog running away with his tail tucked in, he was watching the dementors that fell from the sky and pulled out their wands.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the first row of the stands, also found those dementors, and his expression was ugly, or it was extremely ugly.

Sherlock had never seen Dumbledore show such an ugly expression, but he didn't deal with those dementors the first time, because Harry seemed to be stimulated and fell off his broom in the sky!

If no one cares about Harry, this height is enough to throw him into flesh, so Dumbledore made a decision in a short time to use the spell to stabilize the falling Harry first.

Those uncontrolled dementors quickly flew to the stands, and almost all the students felt the biting cold.

Sherlock also had two dementors in front of him. He was holding his wand in the rain, and his emotions before casting the spell were brewing in his heart.

Fortunately, three days have passed since he drank the potion of sadness, and now he is much more relaxed than he was at the beginning. He waved his magic and chanted a spell.

"God Guard."

The silver brilliance flickered on the tip of his staff. Although the process was a little slow, a crow made up of pure silver brilliance appeared in mid-air!

It fluttered its wings, dragging long silver shards of light behind it, and flew around the entire Quidditch pitch.

After the thirsty dementors came into contact with this silver bird, they were like butter heated by high temperature on a frying pan, with gray gas constantly rising from their bodies, and their bodies were rapidly dissolving!

Sherlock's Patronus quickly flew around the entire pitch, and those Dementors were driven to the center above the pitch, like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves.

Anyone who wants to escape will be mercilessly returned by the crow.

At this time, Dumbledore finally fell from the sky, and Harry slowly settled on the ground.

He looked at the dementors being driven together and the silver crows that were circling them, turned his head and glanced high up in the stands.

Sherlock also saw Dumbledore looking at him, so he stretched out a hand and waved at him, signaling that he didn't have to thank himself too much.

Seeing that Dumbledore was in control of the situation, Sherlock took back his Patronus and walked towards the bottom of the stand.

At this point, the whole court was a mess, and when Harry fell from the sky at the end, the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuffs who had greeted Sherlock at the castle before - Cedric caught the golden Snitch, won the game.

But he obviously has a very straight character, thinks the game is unfair, and asks to wait until Harry wakes up to play again.

Dumbledore made a stretcher, let Harry lie on it floating, and found someone to take him to the school hospital.

The other students in the auditorium naturally hurriedly left the stage at this time. The chilling aura produced by the gathering of the dementors was simply unbearable for normal people.

Sherlock also walked out of the stadium with the crowd. His casting action just now was very concealed. Except for Dumbledore, no one saw that the crow patron saint was summoned by him.

Before leaving the court, Sherlock saw that Dumbledore and the Dementors were not doing well, and he even drew out his wand, with bright silver threads shining from above.

How to negotiate with the Dementors after that is not something Sherlock should ask.

Since the beginning of school, he has felt that these dementors are rebellious and will definitely cause trouble, and now they have rushed directly into Hogwarts without permission.

After using the Patronus Charm~lightnovelpub.net~ Sherlock's mood is much better.

After releasing two hundred and one Patronus spells that time, which caused emotional feedback, he never released this spell again.

The effect of the Potion of Sadness on him is slowly fading away. This potion, which is the exact opposite of the effect of the Potion of Joy, is very strange.

Sherlock plans to see if he can get the formula from Madam Pomfrey later, and then prepare a few bottles by himself to put on his body for later use.

He will definitely not give up the release method of the patron saint spell "Crow Storm". There are many dark creatures in the magic world who are very afraid of this spell. killer move.

Therefore, Sherlock, the sadness potion, must be kept on hand. As long as the intake is not as large as the big bottle that Madam Pomfrey gave her before, it can completely offset the excitement that comes back after the crows are canceled. .

Make this spellcasting flawless.