As Harry zoomed down the wide passage of flames on his broomstick, the entire grandstand erupted in excitement.
In his hands, he held the Golden Snitch high, like a triumphant warrior.
"Potter!" "Potter!" "Potter!" "Potter!"
Students from all four houses were chanting Harry's name—of course, Slytherin might not be as united, as the purer the Slytherin bloodline, the more pronounced the explosions of consonants.
Nobody mourned for the Dementors, because no one was fond of these creatures, forcibly stationed at Hogwarts.
What's more, these creatures severely threatened the safety and well-being of the students, so anyone who liked Dementors must be crazy.
The joyful roar of Lee Jordan echoed across the field just in time.
"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"
As Harry landed, the burning azure flames in the sky instantly vanished without a trace.
This time, all the Dementors who participated in the hunt for Harry were completely destroyed, with not a single one escaping.
It is well known that the Patronus Charm can only repel Dementors, but high-level flames like Ancient Burei Immortal Fire and Fiery Fire can cause them real harm!
Even Dumbledore looked at Harry with disbelief.
Of course, he could replicate Harry's actions, but even he couldn't manage to devour the whole sky with such a scale of Ancient Burei Immortal Fire.
Perhaps this is the uniqueness of the Magic Stone Pillar Power, thought Dumbledore as he wiped his chest, feeling inexplicably more reassured.
Voldemort?
Ha.
In the face of the first You-Know-Who, have you the nerve to call yourself You-Know-Who?
The Quidditch players who had already landed on the ground rushed forward, and Fred even had his left shoe stuck in the mud, but he didn't bother saving his shoe, he just wanted to rush up with his teammates and toss Harry into the air.
"We won!"
Captain Wood shouted gleefully, joining the Gryffindor Quidditch players to lift Harry above the crowd.
Fred and George, the two live wires, each grabbed one of Harry's legs and hoisted him up.
"You two, don't mess around!" Harry quickly warned, "I don't want to split my pants..."
The two jokers exchanged a mischievous glance —
Hey, if you hadn't mentioned it, we wouldn't have thought of that.
But considering there were girls on the field, they didn't do it, instead carrying him quickly around the field, waving their free arms in celebration.
High above the stands, Sirius was stunned, never expecting his godson to be so... extraordinary?
Good heavens, those flames in the sky, even at his peak, could Voldemort summon such a vast, rootless Fiery Fire?
He didn't doubt Voldemort could burn down all of London, but it would require wind to fan the flames and fuel to sustain the Fiery Fire...
But just now, those flames in the sky were purely summoned by Magic Power...
Sirius thought in astonishment, "What kind of... prodigy have you birthed, dear God?"
But he didn't notice that the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, inside the castle, had spotted his figure from a distance.
"Sirius?"
Professor Lupin frowned. He had been observing Harry through a telescope but had unexpectedly caught a glimpse of an old friend.
That dog form of his... he was all too familiar with it.
But he didn't make it known, choosing instead to watch for a while.
After the Dementor attack incident during the Quidditch match, Harry originally thought Dumbledore would want to talk to him.
To his surprise, it wasn't Professor Dumbledore who came to see him, but rather Professor McGonagall, who came to express her concerns.
It was said that Fudge was furious about it, but since it was the Dementors who first entered the school and attacked the students, he had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill.
Over a hundred Dementors were not a small number, but for Azkaban's Dementor population, it didn't count as too significant a loss.
But after this incident, Hogwarts no longer allowed Dementors to act as guards for the school. Instead, Fudge had to figure out a way to capture the fugitive, Sirius.
The reason Fudge agreed was because he received a continuous stream of complaints from parents.
They had all learned about the incident of the Magic World's Savior being attacked by Dementors. Projecting themselves into this situation, if the Savior himself could be attacked, what about the ordinary students?
"Fudge, by moving just your lips, do you think this plan is flawless—leaving our children to bear the consequences?"
The parents were quite resourceful. They didn't just rant about it in the Prophet Daily. Even the French tabloids ran headlines fitting the stereotypical image in journalism: "British Ministry of Magic Allows Dementors into Schools to Harm Students."
Fudge wasn't one to care about his reputation, but he did care about his position as Minister of Magic.
Seeing so many people opposing him, even if he was unwilling, Fudge had no choice but to abandon the idea of sending more Dementors to Hogwarts.
And Harry's feat of burning all the Dementors at Hogwarts to ashes went unresolved, as Fudge was more than happy for everyone to forget about it.