Chapter 385: Kyle’s Patronus
Professor Dumbledore wasn't at the castle?
Kyle quickly stood up on his seat, scanning the area around the commentary box. Another flash of lightning briefly lit up the pitch, confirming what Mikel had said—Professor Dumbledore was indeed absent. With the rain coming down in torrents, there were far fewer professors watching the match than usual. Those who were there looked deeply alarmed, clearly grasping the severity of the situation.
Around them, panicked voices rose louder and louder as students realized what was happening.
"Dementors... there are Dementors!"
Everyone remembered the terror of encountering just two Dementors on the train—and now there were at least a hundred of them hovering above the pitch.
"This is impossible... the professors said they'd only stay at the school entrance!"
"Stop the game! Harry's in danger!" Hermione cried, leaning over the front row and shouting desperately towards the pitch. Her voice, however, was swallowed by the chaos around her. Yet it seemed her worry had been justified—a shadow was hurtling towards them at alarming speed.
Malfoy, pale-faced, clung tightly to his broom, rocketing toward the stands. Terror had apparently unlocked his full speed, faster even than when he'd been pursuing the Golden Snitch.
"Help! Help!" he yelled, panicked. "I can't stop!"
Acting quickly, Kyle drew his wand and transfigured nearby cloaks and umbrellas into a large net, which stretched out to catch the broom and prevent it from crashing.
Malfoy landed, visibly relieved. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he shoved an unconscious Harry off the back of his broom. "It wasn't me!" he protested loudly. "I didn't touch Potter! He just fainted when he saw the Dementors and fell onto my broom. He nearly made me fall too!"