Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"If you are ready, we can start now!" Ivan threw the sack in his hand far away.

Listening to Ivan's words, the smile on Harry's face stopped, and instead he nodded solemnly.

Ivan stepped back a few steps, stood in an inconspicuous corner, then waved his wand, and the rope that bound the sack was automatically untied.

Harry looked there nervously, with his wand in his hand, thinking over and over again about the spell he practiced last night, thinking that this time he would be able to overcome his inner fear.

The next moment, a chill came out of the bag.

In the closed classroom, the oil lamp flickered for a few times and then it went silent. The black mist gradually spread, and the cold, deadly feeling gradually came to Harry's heart.

A withered, crusted palm touched the edge of the sack, the opening gradually expanded, and a corpse in a broken cloak floated out, suspended in the air.

Faintly Harry could still see the rotten head with a big hole under the cloak, and countless invisible substances were continuously being sucked into that strange mouth.

Harry held his wand high and his wrists trembled slightly. He thought he was fully prepared, but he waited to face the dementor before he realized how terrifying this monster was...

Accompanied by a strange howl, the cloaked mummy rushed to Harry's face, and the strange and terrifying face was close at hand, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped him.

At the critical juncture, the spells that had been practiced countless times appeared in Harry's mind, without any hesitation, Harry raised his hand subconsciously.

"Call God to guard!"

A cloud of silver-white mist burst out from the top of the wand and collided with the swooping Dementor. The two opposing forces continued to confront each other in this small space.

The silver-white mist was like a shield, protecting Harry from the dementors.

But since it was the first time he used the magic of the patron saint, the defense built by the fog seemed very weak, and it was not enough to drive a dementor.

On the contrary, the power of the dementor continued to affect Harry's mind through the mist. The white mist became thinner and thinner. The dry and rotten hand even passed through the mist and reached out in front of him...

Harry tried hard to think about the happy things, but there was a cloud in his mind. He couldn't remember anything. It seemed that there was nothing to be happy about in life, only pain was left.

In a trance, Harry heard the desperate wailing of someone in his ear again, and scenes flashed through his mind, but this time it was a man's voice...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Go! I'll hold him--"

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see a man stumbled out of the room...Another figure with an invisible face followed. He was laughing wildly, a green light flashing in front of his eyes...

Harry only felt that his brain was about to explode, and the power of the Patronus Charm was weakened to the extreme.The dementor was already close to Harry, his palm was on his neck, and the hood on his head was taken off somehow...

Harry's vision has become blurred, his brain is groggy, and the fear of death enveloped him. Just as Harry couldn't hold on and was about to interrupt the magic, the dementor's movements suddenly stopped. ..

The horrible decomposing creature suddenly turned his head and looked at the corner to the side. I wonder if it was an illusion that Harry actually felt a panic on the dementor...

In fact, Harry didn't make a mistake. Just before he started his hand, the Dementor keenly discovered Ivan holding the wand high in the corner through special senses.

Noting Ivan's golden hair, short head, and the Gryffindor robe he was wearing, the dementor suddenly howled in horror.

Even Chi Chi’s “food” was thrown behind his head, he suddenly retracted the palm of Harry’s neck, and then fled in the opposite direction of Ivan with a whistle...

Harry sat limply on the ground, panting heavily, and the black monster under his blurred vision was running around in the classroom.

After flying around for a while, the dementor found that this abandoned classroom was closed, all the windows were tightly closed, and the only exit was still on Ivan's side. The dementor simply went back in a panic. In the sack that originally restrained himself.

Because there is a powerful force that can isolate the inside and outside, the dementor simply shrinks into the sack and can't come out.

"This...what the hell is going on here? I haven't done it yet..." Ivan was confused, he was just about to wave his wand to release the patron saint curse to save Harry, but he didn't expect to see the contemplation in a blink of an eye Blame yourself for getting back into the sack.

Is it so conscious?

Ivan's face was very strange, until he remembered the legendary title of Dementor's Enemy, he was somewhat clear.

But am I so scary?

Ivan curled his lips and couldn't understand the excessive behavior of those dementors. He was clearly a very kind person and not an evil wizard...

When Ivan was silently complaining in his heart, Harry, who was standing in the center, suddenly fell straight to the ground, motionless like a dead fish. Ivan would have thought he had fainted if he hadn't had his eyes wide open.

"Harry...Harry, are you okay?" Ivan walked forward quickly, helped Harry up, and asked a little worriedly.

"What happened? I heard someone calling my name... that person... Voldemort... the Dark Lord, he used the Killing Curse on me..." Harry didn't reply for a while. God, talking nonsense about everything I saw just now.

"That's your memory, Harry!" Ivan interrupted Harry's words, then emphasized.

"The power of the dementor reminds you of the most painful memory buried in your mind..."

Speaking of this, Ivan also regretted it. It was indeed a bit inappropriate to directly use the Dementor to assist in the practice. Although Harry did not pass into a coma like the original time and space, it seemed that he was more stimulated!

It took Harry a while before he came back to his senses, trying to understand that there was no Voldemort or his parents here. Those were all things in the past.

"Sorry... I just... just..." Harry wanted to explain, but he stammered and didn't know what to say, so he finally sighed, turned to look around, and said aloud Asked.

"Ivan... where is that dementor?"

"No~ it's in that bag!" Ivan pointed to the sack and replied.