Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Time to get back to the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest over an hour ago.

After a severe explosion, Harry and Hermione climbed hard from the ground, causing them great shock and pain, and Ivan had chased Peter the dwarf into the forbidden forest, just the two of them.

Ron and Sirius Black fainted and bled on Black.

“What do we do?” Hermione said in despair that she looked anxiously at the forbidden forest, "Ivan chased that guy in! ”

“We have to get them both into the castle, Sirius needs treatment, then tell who to save Ivan!” Harry hurriedly said, blowing his hair out of his eyes.

Then he sees the nearby Dementors.

Almost instantly, the center of the site became cloaked with fog and the temperature dropped in a straight line.

Harry felt like he was entering a cold store and the fog blurred his gaze.

He saw more and more Dementors being used from all sides of the dark, and they seemed to have found Sirius Black.

They were excited and their rotten limbs stretched out of their worn black robes.

They're surrounding...

Hermione lifted her wand and tried to summon a corporeal patron saint. Her wand had a white glow at its end, but she could not congeal.

There are too many Dementors, and the overlapping fears are almost condensed into substance.

Hermione couldn't think of anything happier in her head. She was worried about Evan. He went after Peter Pettigrew alone. What if something happened?

There are many unknown dangers hidden in the forbidden forest at night.

She thought about her only night in the forbidden forest, where she saw the killed unicorns and Voldemort as soon as she entered first grade and Hagrid, Harry, Malfoy.

Thinking of Voldemort, a little light dissipated at the end of Hermione's wand.

“Hermione, think of something happy!” Harry shouted and raised his wand, and he blinked furiously, trying to see better.

Dementors affect him a lot more than ordinary people.

Harry shook his head in order to get rid of the faint screams that had begun in his head.

He tried to think of the happiest things: I was going to live with my father, I was going to leave the Dusty family!!!

Harry forced himself to think of Sirius, only Sirius.

“Echo guard!” He started singing aloud, "Echo Guard, Echo Guard! ”

Blake, lying behind him, trembled, rolled over, lying motionless on the ground, stained with blood all over his body, pale face as if dead.

Harry looked at him painfully and thought, "He's going to be okay, he's going to live with him.

“Echo guard!” He shouted, "Hermione, help me! Echo guard! ”

“Echo guard!” Harry heard Hermione whispering.

Dementors are approaching, less than ten feet from them. They form a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and the closer they get...

“Echo guard!” Harry screamed, trying to stop the screaming in his ear.

His wand gave rise to a silver ray of light that swayed in front of him like fog.

There are too many Dementors, and this weak resistance doesn't work at all. Harry felt Hermione pounding by his side.

He has only one man left, completely alone in the fight.

He can't let the Dementors near Blake, he's going to drive them away and get rid of these monsters.

“Hoo-hoo, Hoo-hoo, Guard! ”

Harry knelt on the floor and his knees touched the cold grass. The fog blurred his gaze and unpleasant memories kept flashing in his head. Harry tried not to think about these things. He tried to remember that Sirius was innocent and he was innocent. Everyone will be fine, Professor Lupin will return safely, Ron will gradually get better, Ivan will succeed in catching Peter the dwarf, and he will live with Sirius.

“Echo guard!” Harry gasped and shouted loudly with all his strength.

The white light appeared at the end of his wand, and with the faint light of his formless patron saint, Harry saw a psychedelic stop, just a short distance from him. It was staring at Blake behind Harry, and it could not pass through the silver mist that Harry emitted and slide an elongated dead man's hand under the grey black cape.

This hand made a pose, as if to open the Patronus God.

“No, don't!” Harry gasped, "You can't hurt him, he's innocent! Whoo, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Guard! ”

He could feel the dementors watching him, and he could hear their lattice breathing, which was blowing around him like a harmful wind. The guy closest to him seemed to be looking at him, then he raised his two rotten hands and slowly lowered his turban...

Just like Harry saw the Dementor on Quidditch, where there should be eyes, there was only thin scabbed grey skin.

This scab is monotonously covered in empty orbits.

Underneath the eyes is a mouth, or more precisely a shapeless hole, sucking air with the sound of a pre-mortem roar.

With the air, Harry felt his soul to be sucked in.

He was filled with horror, as if he were going to be paralyzed, unable to move or speak. The next second, his patron saint flashed out.

The white fog made him completely invisible, and he struggled to get up, and he had to fight.

“Echo guard!” Where Harry could not see, in the distance, he heard the familiar scream, which was the voice of his mother before she died.

Harry was breathing heavily and he was searching for Sirius in the mist...

He found Sirius' arm, and he held him tight, and he couldn't let the Phantoms take Sirius away.

Suddenly, a strong, cold, wet hand suddenly strangled Harry's neck.

The dementor in front of him forced him to look up, and Harry could feel his breath, and he understood the other person's thoughts, and he had to take care of himself first.

With a breath full of rot, Harry hears his mother screaming in his ear, and finally, he will hear her last voice before she dies...

She was shouting her name, which was his mother's last sentence before she died.

The fog was flooding him completely, Harry knew he was going to die, he was going to meet his mother, he was going to reunite with his parents!

The next second, two silver-white lights slipped from the distant sky and became brighter.

Immediately to kiss Harry's psychedelic halt, like what happened two months ago at Quidditch, it feels a terrible danger, knowing that if it does not escape, it will disappear completely into the world.

Dementors escaped, Harry felt himself fall forward onto the grass, his face down, weak and unable to move, he trembled and barely opened his eyes.

The dazzling light lit the lawn around him, the screaming in his ears stopped, the cold feeling was fading away, and something drove those dementors back.

Two silver-white guardian saints surrounded him, Ron, Hermione and Sirius, and the gushing sighs in the air gradually moved away.

Harry concentrated his whole body and lifted his head up a few inches and saw two animals in the light, so similar, so bright, so much like a unicorn of a horse, one tall and short, one with a thick pointed corner on top of his head, the other so pure that it looked like...

They circled around themselves and flew back into the castle.

Through the stars in the sky, through the light of the Guardian God, Ha and trying to see who saved himself, but the sweat blurred his eyes.

He saw only two guardian saints separated over the castle, one flying through the gate into the hall and the other disappearing into a narrow window on the third floor.

Harry didn't understand why, he felt the last bit of force leaving him, his head crashing to the ground and fainting.