Chapter 81: Returns, and Patronus vs. Dementors (2/2)
”Now, I know the weather today is not optimal for you viewers. The visibility might degrade, and it might hinder the viewing experience. But do not worry! I am here with a solution to this very problem.”
Quinn rubbed his hands as he could feel the scent of money tickle his nose. Even though no one could see his face from a distance, he still put on his best sales smile and announced.
”Brought to you by A.I.D productions… Rain-o-scopes! Eyewear, vision-aides that will help you enjoy the game as clearly as in a well lit, cloudless day. The revolutionary goggles are fitted with the latest perception-enhancing magic, allowing you to adjust the brightness of your vision. They elevate the experience by increasing visibility no matter what the situation; they are impervious to rain or even hail, and over that, the rain-o-scopes include zoom capabilities that will allow you to look up super close, like if you were right there in the sky with the players!”
”Mr. West, you aren't allowed to sell products without permission,” McGonagall's stern voice traveled throughout the stadium.
Everybody heard Quinn chuckle, and then him talking to McGonagall, ”Here you go, professor. This one's for you, free of cost. Please, wear it and decide whether this is a gift to the sport of Quidditch or not.”
There was a brief moment of silence as everybody in the stands carefully listened, waiting for McGonagall's response.
”Oh, things have gotten clearer… oh, so this is how you zoom. Oh my, t-this is impressive. What a handy tool.”
Quinn immediately turned his face to the microphones and said with enthusiasm.
”People of Hogwarts, you've heard it. The premier Quidditch nut, Madam McGonagall, the Scottish dame, has approved the rain-o-scope! You know it when you hear the praise in her words. The rain-o-scope is revolutionary, and unlike the traditional omnioculars, you don't have to keep holding them in your hands; just put them on your eyes and forget they are even there. The light goggles won't be a hindrance in any way, so you'll be able to enjoy your snacks! Even hold hands, or hold banners and flags for your teams.”
Now it was time to open the stores and start selling those babies. Quinn looked over the stands and saw that his salespeople had entered the stands just as he had instructed them to.
”You can buy the rain-o-scopes in the stands since, as I speak, the hard-working volunteers are roaming the stands for your benefit.”
'And for my benefit,' Quinn's thoughts went unheard as he smiled, golden galleons shining in his eyes.
”Buy the rain-o-scopes as soon as possible because we only have limited stock. Remember, these kinds of opportunities only come once in a lifetime -”
'And every Quidditch game going forth,' Quinn laughed devilishly in his mind.
”- so buy the handy goggles and stand out from your fellow students with a fashionable Quidditch accessory.”
Quinn stood up from his seat as he swept his eyes throughout the stands. He was pleased to see that students were buying his merchandise.
”Mr. West, please get back to Quidditch,” said McGonagall with a sigh, a little embarrassed for losing herself moments ago.
Quinn beamed at the deputy Headmistress and grinned, ”Of course, professor.”
Turning back to the field, Quinn noted that the players were entering the Quidditch field. At the same time, he looked up at the sky and observed that the storm was getting stronger.
'Is it possible to even hear me?' wondered Quinn. He decided to spruce up magic on the microphone so everyone could hear his voice.
Quinn's fingers wrapped around the microphone and pumped magic into the magical microphone; he could feel a faint thrum of magic in it, which brought a smile to his face.
”The players have entered the field. The game is about to start, so grab onto your rain covers and get ready to see some dangerous flying, especially with all this rain. Oh, boy! Let's hope people crash! -”
Quinn's voice reached every corner of the stadium and even the players themselves, who couldn't even hear the crowd's cheer.
”Mr. West!” warned McGonagall at his back.
”- So, as I was saying, ahem, ladies and gentlemen, Oliver Wood, Cedric Diggory... and Harry Potter, have entered the field, so grab the rain-o-scopes and zoom on them. -”
”Mr. West!”
”- Anyway, I don't have to tell you what to do. Go crazy,” said Quinn very quickly. He finally took a deep breath and roared, ”Let the game begin!”
As Quinn announced the start of the game, the players took off into the air.
Quinn himself turned back and gave a thumbs-up to Lily Potter with a goofy smirk since she had yelled to her son.
Lily Potter sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Appearance-wise, her son, Harry, was a copy of her husband, but on the inside, Harry had plenty of things that reminded her of his godfather, Sirius Black. James had spent his entire school career chasing after her, but Sirius had been famous for being a flirt with any girl that caught his attention. She didn't want her son to copy his godfather's behavior while he was in school.
The game continued as the sky got darker and darker. The rain started to pour heavily. It was growing harder for the broom-riders to maintain a grip on their brooms. The players felt very cold and numb; the rain was leeching any enthusiasm to remain on the field. The visibility got so low that players bumped into each other, without knowing if it was a teammate or an opponent.
After half an hour under the pouring water, anyone who had rain-o-scopes saw that Harry Potter had abruptly gone up; his broom climbing up the sky. He rose above the other players, gaining altitude against the pouring rain.
Quinn's eyes widened when he recalled the events of this game. Quinn killed the magic in the microphone, turned back towards the teachers, and said.
”You might want to release your Patronuses towards the sky. Potter is gaining altitude, I'm pretty sure that all the Dementors are just above the stadium… you know with the stands filled with happy people.”
At once, the teacher's eyes widened. They bolted up from their chairs, looked at each other, whipped out their wands, and shouted at once.
” ” ” ”Expecto Patronum!!!” ” ” ”
Multiple corporeal Patronus shot out from their wands. Silvery guardians climbed up towards the sky.
Quinn was about to return his attention back to the sky, but then he heard the groaning of a chair and felt some magic. He turned his face to the other side and saw Albus Dumbledore dressed in dark blue robes, standing up from his chair. In the current weather, his robes looked closer to black than blue.
'Oh, he is mad,' Quinn thought, seeing the darkened face of Albus Dumbledore.
The Headmaster looked madder than Quinn had ever seen him. There was pure fury etched on his face as he raised the death stick towards and shot his Patronus towards the sky, brighter than every other professor's Patronus.
The silver Phoenix rose, spread its wings, and flew up towards the hundreds of Dementors closing on Harry Potter.
Quinn raised his head and saw the Patronuses dancing around Harry Potter, protecting him from the large horde of Dementors while Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus went after the Dementors with a vengeance, chasing them away from the stands and Hogwarts in general.
But, it seemed that Harry was flying in the rain, and the remote contact from the hundred Dementors before the Patronus got to his aide was enough to make him lose consciousness.
The seeker let go of his broom and started to fall towards the ground.
”Harry's falling off his broom; he's coming down!” Quinn warned the professors so they could slow Harry down and stop his fall.
”I shall take care of Harry,” alerted Dumbledore the other professors.
A blue light was cast from the Elder wand. The spell darted towards the falling body of Harry Potter and slowed him down, decreasing his speed. Harry came to a complete stop on the ground of the Quidditch field.
Quinn stared at the unconscious boy before catching with his eyes the smiling figure of Cedric Diggory and the golden snitch in his hands.
”Oh, Hufflepuff won the game.”
Of course, no one heard it because Quinn had cut the magic of the microphone.
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Quinn West - MC - Money, money, money!!!
Eddie and Marcus - Roommates - Nay, they are more than roommates; they are BROS!
Minerva McGonagall - Quidditch nut - Quite easy to persuade when it comes to Quidditch.
Albus Dumbledore - Headmaster - Rage, motherf***ers!
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