Hogwarts Blood Wizard

The substance that constitutes the patron saint is the positive power in the wizard's heart, which happens to be the food for the dementors.

It's just that under normal circumstances, the form of the patron saint condensed by the wizard is extremely solid and not easy to break.

But the situation was different at this time. Umbridge's fragile soul was not enough to support her patron saint to deal with the large number of dementors, so it seemed that it would easily collapse.

After successfully dissolving the protection of the patron saint curse, the dementors were so excited that they squeezed in front of Umbridge, using their hollow mouths to suck the last courage and courage in Umbridge’s heart. hope...

"Hushen guard...Hushen guard!" Umbridge shouted hoarsely while holding up his wand, as white light wafted from the top of the wand, but he couldn't condense the guardian god just now.

A dementor bravely rushed in front of her with a white light. Umbridge was shocked. She waved her wand and was about to counterattack, but the next second the wand was withered and rotten by the dementor. The palm fell to the ground.

Losing the wand, Umbridge seemed to have lost the last reason, waving his arms frantically in an attempt to drive away the dementors by physical means, and cursed incessantly."Get out...you dirty bastards, get out of me!"

Umbridge's words not only didn't work, but completely angered these evil creatures. The surrounding dementors took off their hoods and revealed that terrible face.

The nearest dementor even knocked Umbridge into the ground, a face already stuck...

Seeing here, Ivan knew that the farce was almost over. Professor McGonagall might learn some lessons from Umbridge because of his dissatisfaction, but it is absolutely impossible to sit back and watch her die here...

Sure enough, standing not far away, McGonagall, who seemed to be able to barely protect himself against a group of dementors, finally got serious after seeing this scene.

The light mist that enveloped the whole body suddenly expanded several times, and the nearby dementors flew out one after another!

"Expecto Patronum! (Guardian)!" McGonagall waved his wand to point to where Umbridge was, and a beautiful, mighty tabby cat flew out from the top of the wand.

A large number of dementors surrounded them, trying to tear the patron saint to pieces as before, but McGonagall's spellcasting level was much higher than Umbridge.

The tabby cat displayed the power of a tiger, and the dementor that came to it was not an enemy of the patron saint at all. It was beaten and fled in just a few seconds.

The tabby cat rushed to Umbridge again, knocking the Dementor lying in front of Umbridge into flight.

"Get away, get out of me, don't get close to me! I was wrong... I was wrong!" Umbridge lay on the ground and rolled, shouting schizophrenically.

It wasn't until the cold feeling gradually subsided that Umbridge opened his eyes in horror, and found that the rotten face in front of him was gone, replaced by a mighty tabby cat.

Umbridge finally got up from the ground, and tremblingly picked up the wand that fell on the ground, only then recovered some courage.

Then, she looked at McGonagall who was standing aside, remembering how embarrassed she was just now, her face was green and white.

Umbridge was very suspicious that McGonagall wanted to watch him make a fool of himself, so instead of thanking him at all, he asked McGonagall loudly why he didn't do it earlier?

McGonagall was grinned directly, and just as he was trying to refute, a group of dementors swarmed again, and McGonagall waved his wand impatiently and blasted these monsters away.

Perhaps because of limited abilities, McGonagall failed to drive all the dementors away, but missed a few.

These evil creatures also understood from previous encounters of the same kind that McGonagall was very difficult to deal with, and all rushed towards Umbridge.

"Help me, help me!" Umbridge saw a large group of rotting and disgusting creatures approaching him, his face turned green, and he ran towards McGonagall frantically.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows and smashed the dementors who were pursuing Umbridge, then looked at Umbridge and said:

"You should have seen it just now. My ability is limited, so I can't cover everything. It's not easy to be able to protect myself!

And you just said that they are employees of the Ministry of Magic, very obedient and safe?Don't you, as a special investigator of the Ministry of Magic, have no ability to control them?"

McGonagall's sarcasm made Umbridge angry and angry, but he didn't dare to refute.

Of course she could see that McGonagall's move was intentional, but now they are surrounded by dementors. Umbridge was afraid to anger McGonagall, so she could only suppress the anger.

Ivan, who watched this scene high in the sky, felt funny, but also thought about how it should end now.

He fanned the dementors to riot, on the one hand, he wanted to get out of the situation, and on the other hand, he hoped that the Ministry of Magic would pay attention to the strangeness of these dementors and bring the contradiction to the face of it!

Lest the Ministry of Magic pretend to be an ostrich and ignore the Dementors' abnormalities like the original time and space, until these evil creatures joined Voldemort's command and liberated a large number of Death Eaters, the Ministry began to regret that it did not pay attention to it before.

And now, Ivan can see from the horrified look on Umbridge's face that she has deeply realized the horror of the Dementor, and believes that this old woman will probably react to the Ministry of Magic well after returning.

But how to leave the field makes Ivan a little bit difficult. These dementors are all around here. He sneaks away by himself is too conspicuous...

When Ivan was hesitating, he saw a few white lights and shadows in the distant castle galloping over here, rushing into the black space made up of dementors, and beating a large number of dementors. Retreat...

For a time, the air was full of dementors' wailing, and from time to time, dementors were shot out in disarray.

Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the abnormality here has attracted the attention of other professors. Ivan decisively seized this opportunity to evacuate, and shouted in the surrounding of the dementors.

"My fellow citizens! Persevere, unity is strength, persistence is victory!"

After shouting, Ivan pretended to be brave and rushed towards McGonagall’s patron saint, and then pretended to be hit by a heavy blow, drifting into the small woods not far away. It changed back to its original appearance in a place where there was no one.

Looking at the side-to-side battle in the sky, Ivan sighed sighfully. Looking at this posture, I knew that the dementors must be dead, but I don’t know how the Ministry of Magic will deal with them...