Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 274 Nature and Wizards

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the spectators on the field were clutching their seats tightly. ??·They need to bend over and keep their center of gravity at all times to avoid being blown away.

Players on the field are facing greater challenges. They are facing the wind and waves, and they need to rise into the sky in such natural disasters and storms. This is definitely not an easy task.

In the rumbling thunder, George vaguely heard the students around him cheering for a certain team. The howling wind, when their words just fell, immediately smashed their voices and engulfed them.

Whether it was cheering or cheering, all the voices were drowned out in the roar of nature.

Even George couldn't hear the words around him in such a scene. Everyone's ears were full of howling wind and howling thunder.

The whole world suddenly lost its voice, leaving only the roar of nature. The wizard's Quidditch match was like a silent pantomime, just like the celebration and sacrifice of ancient humans against natural disasters.

George has thrown away his umbrella, and the wind and rain hit the players and dripped on his face. He stood upright in the gust of wind, like a towering tree, hunting the gust of wind, blowing his robes and making a loud noise.

He stood motionless in the wind and rain, like a reef by the sea, quietly admiring the fury of nature. ??·

The game has already started, neither the cheers of the audience nor the whistle of Madam Hooch can be passed from the wind. But all the wizards have already devoted themselves to the game.

The players rose into the sky, like swimming fish in the waves, shuttled against the wind and waves, and flew towards the rainstorm.

It was a decidedly different Quidditch match than anyone had ever seen, a real Quidditch match.

The wizards at this time are really fighting against nature. Their enemies are not the opponents of other teams, but from natural disasters, the overwhelming and pervasive maliciousness.

The wizards in the sky have their entire bodies completely attached to the brooms. They are fused with the brooms and are closely connected, avoiding the repeated attacks of the roaring wind.

The overwhelming storm, the overwhelming malice, the wizards really turned into swimming fish, passing through one wave after another.

At this moment, nature really shows its anger. The storm is like an indomitable giant, waving its overwhelming slap, fanning one after another towards the wizards the size of black dots in the air.

The wizards turned into Haiyan, turned into a black lightning, shuttling between the giant's fingers. ?·

While facing nature, they fought against natural disasters. They shuttled between the fingers of the Storm Giant, and they faced their opponents in such a gap.

"This is the real Quidditch game, fighting against nature, overcoming natural disasters, and winning the game." George clenched his fists tightly, his heart was fiery, and as soon as his words came out, they were smashed and engulfed by the wind and waves.

The world at this time is so strange, the whole world is like a silent pantomime, and it is like the celebration and sacrifice of ancient human beings against natural disasters.

Nature is furious, the storm is howling, they are angry, they are afraid. They want to crush all that dares to confront them. They are nature, they are natural disasters, they are the natural fears of life.

Humans are holding on, humans are resisting, they are silent, they are firm. They are going to fight back against all beings that oppress and enslave them. They are living beings, they are human beings, they are the crystallization of the wisdom of living beings.

Natural disasters will not give up, they are the natural fear of life.

Humans will not surrender, they are the crystallization of the wisdom of life.

Storms and natural disasters dominate everything, and the wizards in the sky are so inconspicuous, like one black dot after another.

They are so conspicuous, the little black dots hanging high in the sky, shining brighter than any stars. They shuttled like electricity, like one after another proud elves, facing the elves of the black storm.

They were laughing, they were howling, they were laughing at the clouds, at the storms.

Their voices could not be heard, and their figures came and went, one after another, black lightning, shuttled through the storm, shuttled through the waves, shuttled through the opponent's attack.

The score is anxious, the wind and rain are anxious, and the audience is anxious.

The Scourge is fighting, and they want to crush rebellious wizards. Team members are fighting, and they want to crush their fighting opponents. The audience is fighting, and they want to replace the players with their bodies.

Suddenly, something strange happened, a gloomy cold snap through the fiery passion of the audience. From the soles of the feet, it penetrated into everyone's body and into everyone's blood.

George looked around and saw more than a hundred Dementors pouring in from the Gryffindor stand. He also saw that Harry in the sky, like a picture that was suddenly frozen, stood in the air, crumbling under the blow of the storm.

"Damn it!" George was furious, his anger dispelled the cold, and he ran fast, like a galloping lightning.

The wand slipped from his cuff into his hand, gripping the icy wand tightly, allowing his anger to be suppressed by reason. But he didn't slow down at all, he trotted towards the Gryffindor stand.

The rapid running made George's vision blurred, but with the aid of the eagle eye technique, he could still see the Gryffindor students' open mouths and stunned expressions.

He immediately swept towards Harry from the corner of his eye. Harry was not on the broomstick. He lost his support. He was like a cold corpse, and he fell stiffly and quickly from the sky.

"Damn." Like a chariot, George stopped immediately without a trace of buffering, and he didn't even breathe a sigh of relief.

A silver beam, emanating from his wand, hit Harry's body straight.

He took a deep breath, and Harry's figure became like a fluttering feather, slowly falling toward the ground.

George turned his eyes and continued to walk towards the Gryffindor stand. He walked at a leisurely pace, facing hundreds of Dementors.

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Harry only felt like a piece of ice floes, floating above the endless black ocean. Infinite darkness and cold enveloped him, he thought he was dead, this was the world after death.

He still vaguely remembered that he fell off Nimbus 2000. He was probably seventy feet away from the ground, maybe a hundred feet, but whether it was seventy or a hundred feet, it was enough for him to fall to his death. .

Not only will it fall to death, but it will also rot. Thinking of this, Harry feels very sorry for his friend. He would rather choose a more handsome way to die. He definitely doesn't want to. His death will become a nightmare for his friends. He owes them too much.