Karkaroff desperately wanted to deny everything in front of him, constantly telling himself that the Dementors flying all over the sky were nothing more than some kind of illusion.
But the one-sided battle in the sky reminded him that all of this was too real to be avoided.
Although the Dementors were numerous, a dense, dark mass like an endless tide, under the fierce impact of each Patronus Charm, they appeared vulnerable, scattering and fleeing like pieces of paper.
The Patronus Charms weaved back and forth in the air; wherever they went, the Dementors fled in disarray, emitting strange wails.
Silver-white light shone in the sky, as dazzling as festive fireworks.
Karkaroff had a stomach full of words he wanted to say, but every single one was stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
His mouth twitched uncontrollably, and only countless voices echoed in his mind:
How is this possible?
How on earth is this possible?!
Who can tell me what's going on with all these Patronus Charms in the sky?!
Are you sure these aren't Professor from Hogwarts secretly releasing them among the students?
How did these students manage to do this?
And that silver-white light curtain covering all the spectator stands, it's all formed by non-corporeal Patronus Charms.
We're both in the education field, how can you Hogwarts be so outstanding!
The scene before him completely overturned his understanding of the Patronus Charm. Glancing at the Durmstrang students who were still in a daze, Karkaroff felt a lump in his throat, almost unable to breathe.
He had to admit that his students had been completely crushed in this competition with Hogwarts.
Alas…
He sighed deeply in his heart, filled with helplessness and frustration.
Dumbledore's expression was a bit strange.
Initially, his anger was almost uncontrollable, furious that the Dementors, disregarding the agreement, dared to invade the campus and wreak havoc during the school's Quidditch match, even attempting to attack the players.
If Sebastian hadn't stopped him, he truly would have wanted to step in and teach these fellows a good lesson.
But seeing the Patronus Charms flying everywhere and Karkaroff's ever-changing expression, Dumbledore's anger quickly subsided, replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.
His lips couldn't help but curl into a subtle, inscrutable smile.
Tsk tsk—
This feeling was as refreshing as drinking ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.
Refreshing!
This Young Comrade Karkaroff is too impatient; a few Dementors scare him so much he can't sit still. He's still too young.
Didn't he see that the many Professor of Hogwarts weren't in a hurry?
Dumbledore looked at the students who were enthusiastically casting Patronus Charms and happily stroked the beard on his chest.
The Little Wizards have been studying too hard; let them have some fun.
Only by releasing the pressure can they learn better afterwards.
However, the Little Wizards are quite fierce; some Dementors are almost beaten to the point of dissipating.
This isn't very good; Dementors are, after all, official employees of the Ministry of Magic. A good lesson is enough; if they're truly killed, it wouldn't look good for the Ministry of Magic.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore stood up and instructed the Professor around him, who wore proud expressions.
"When the students get tired of fighting, everyone help them out, drive all the Dementors away, and let's continue today's Quidditch match."
Hearing this, Professor McGonagall immediately waved her wand, releasing a silver-white cat that pounced towards the Dementors in the sky.
Lupin smiled slightly, releasing a wolf-shaped Patronus Charm, controlling it to drive the Dementors out of the school grounds.
Professor Flitwick excitedly roared, "This is truly thrilling! I've been waiting for this!"
With that, he brandished his wand, controlling his Patronus Charm to pounce on the fleeing Dementors.
Mia did not cast a Patronus Charm but instead went with Madam Pomfrey to check on the players' health.
...
As the Professor's Patronus Charms joined the fray, the Dementors desperately fled this terrifying place.
This made the Little Wizards anxious, and they all shouted:
"The Professor are stealing our kills! Everyone, put in more effort!"
"Professor, please put away your Patronus Charms! There aren't enough Dementors left in the sky to go around!"
"Come on, don't let those Dementors escape!"
And those Young Wizards who had cast Patronus Charms stopped joking, concentrating their efforts and controlling their Patronus Charms to launch a final assault on the Dementors.
With just this one attack, several Dementors were dispersed and completely vanished into thin air.
The clamor of the Little Wizards completely brought the stunned guests back to their senses.
The commentator's voice, filled with undisguised astonishment, rang out again.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I have never witnessed such an incredible scene!"
"The students of Hogwarts, at the critical moment of a Dementor attack, have all cast Patronus Charms!"
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard correctly, the students are using the Patronus Charm, a Patronus Charm that even powerful Wizard find difficult to cast."
"It's unbelievable! So many students being able to cast the Patronus Charm simultaneously is simply an unprecedented feat!"
"There are so many Patronus Charms in the sky, I can't even count the exact number."
The commentator's voice, filled with deep respect and pride, continued to praise, "Today's match might no longer just be a Quidditch contest."
"Hogwarts has once again proven its educational heritage as a millennium-old renowned school to the entire world!"
As the commentator's passionate commentary continued, the cheers of the Little Wizards rose again, a wave of sound sweeping across the entire Quidditch Pitch.
The cameraman broadcasting the match quickly operated his equipment, filming the stands for a moment, then the spectacular scene in the sky, bustling with activity.
Every scene unfolding here was broadcast live on television across Europe.
Madam Maxime, the Principal of Beauxbatons, suddenly stood up, her eyes fixed on everything on the television screen.
"Since when did the Patronus Charm become so common?!"
"What magic is Hogwarts using to teach so many students the Patronus Charm?"
She was full of disbelief: "I thought Beauxbatons had surpassed Hogwarts, but now it seems there's still quite a gap."
"Truly worthy of being a millennium-old renowned school, terrifyingly so!"
It wasn't just Madam Maxime; at this moment, all television viewers watching the live broadcast of the match were deeply shocked.
Many Hogwarts graduates sat in front of their magic televisions, shouting frantically:
"I only graduated less than half a year ago, and the Professor have already introduced new tricks!"
"What the f***! You're telling me this is Hogwarts?! How come I didn't know my juniors were so amazing?!"
"Why can so many third-year kids cast the Patronus Charm? You're lying!"
"Merlin's Dementors! That little girl with golden hair is a second-year, right?!"
"Why didn't the Professor teach the Patronus Charm when I was in school?"
"Unfair, unfair!"
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The farce on the Quidditch Pitch quickly ended. Under the referee's direction, the players once again flew into the sky.
However, compared to before, the Durmstrang players seemed to be disheartened, each lacking fighting spirit.
In contrast, the Hogwarts players were all smiling and full of vigor.
With this shift, the Durmstrang players quickly lost the match; no matter how hard Krum tried, it was in vain.
After a hasty lunch, they embarked on their return journey under Karkaroff's lead.
Sebastian did not go to see them off. Instead, he sat alone in his office, putting on his translation headphones and translation mask.
Then he opened the specially made alchemy pouch, letting the teaching Dementor float out.
"Boss, should I work, or should I eat?"
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