Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Harry looked over, the bag was bulging, the binding rope was still tossed to one side, the opening was not closed, and the inside was dark...

"Just now you cast a spell to drive away the dementor? How did you do it? It shouldn't be the power of the patron saint, right?" Harry said curiously, remembering that he finally saw the dementor take the initiative He let go of himself, running around in horror.

I just don’t know what magic Ivan uses to make this evil creature panic...

"No, I didn't actually do anything. The dementor ran away after seeing me..." Ivan shrugged and said helplessly.

Harry was dubious, isn't the dementor a chaotic evil creature?Will they be afraid and run away?

Harry couldn't imagine...

"Those dementors are also intelligent creatures, and of course they will feel fear in the face of power stronger than themselves!" Ivan saw the doubt in Harry's heart and explained it, and then said with a smile.

"If you can thoroughly master the patron saint curse, you will find that dementors are actually not difficult to deal with. For example... what you did just now is pretty good..."

"But I was almost killed by the dementor just now..." Harry said with a sullen expression on his face.

"At least you didn't faint anymore, didn't you? This is a great improvement! You can't expect to learn this advanced spell once or twice, right?" Ivan comforted.

With Ivan's reminder, Harry also noticed this, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

The most uncomfortable thing about him this school year is that every time he encounters a dementor, he will be shamelessly unconscious, and because of this, the Gryffindor team lost the game. It can be said to be a demon.

This time, although he failed to defeat the Dementor, he at least successfully persisted without losing consciousness. This is progress.

Harry felt that if he tried a few more times, he might be able to completely defeat this monster!

Thinking of this, Harry rallied again, supporting a somewhat weak body from the ground, fighting spiritedly and preparing to do it again!

"Are you sure you don't have to take a break?" Ivan asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine!" Harry shook his head, picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground, and assumed a fighting posture.

Ivan raised his eyebrows and didn't give any further advice. He raised his wand to point to the opening of the sack. The white mist condensed into a ball and flew there slowly, planning to cast a spell directly and hide in the sack The dementors were forced out.

Harry fixed his eyes on the movement of the light ball, holding his wand tightly, ready to take action at any time.

However, the ball of light flew in from the opening of the sack, and the dementor inside did not come out for a long time, and Harry turned his head to look at Ivan strangely.

Ivan was also confused and tried again, condensing a more powerful ball of white mist with the patron saint curse, but still failed to force the dementors inside.

"Well... there may be an accident, wait a minute!"

Ivan said a little embarrassingly, and quickly stepped forward and lifted the sack, turning it over and turning it down.

You come out!

It's a pity that the Dementor is stuck in a sack, no matter how Ivan shakes it, it won't work.

Harry on the side saw this scene in his eyes, his face was very strange, what really was a dementor inside?Why was I afraid of such things before?

Ivan on the other side was stumped for a while after all failed attempts, and he didn't know what to do.

Although he can destroy the container used by the opponent to shelter and make it nowhere to escape, he spent a lot of time making this thing, and after being destroyed, there is nothing else that can trap the dementor.

Ivan remembered that the dementor could understand the wizard's words, so he tentatively put his wand into the sack and poked it, and said.

"Come out! I know you can understand what I'm talking about! We are actually not malicious, we just want you to help. There is a little wizard here who wants to learn the patron saint and needs your cooperation... "

Of course, the dementor hiding in the sack can't come out. It doesn't believe Ivan's words, let alone help a wizard learn the magic of restraint. It is not a brain hole.

Seeing that this method was invalid, Ivan threatened again, saying that if the dementor disagrees, he will now destroy it completely. If he agrees, he might consider letting him go.

Looking at Ivan, who was intimidated by the dementors, Harry really didn’t know how to complain. His impression of the dementors over the past few months was destroyed in just tens of minutes. Do nothing.

But Harry still doubted whether Ivan's actions were useful. Can creatures like dementors really communicate with wizards?

Soon, Harry saw the result. Under Ivan's threat, the dementor carefully poked his head out of the hidden sack, and finally floated out.

The disgusting and corrupt body looked a lot more blurred than before, and there were several big holes in the tattered cloak. Harry thought it should have been hit by those two white haze balls.

As a result, the dementor does not look terrifying overall, but it is inexplicably pitiful...

"Okay, Harry, I've made a deal with this dementor, and it's happy to help you!" Ivan was satisfied with the general attitude of the dementor, and said very confidently.

Harry felt that Mr. Dementor might not be as happy as Ivan said...

Under Ivan's command, the two sides stood still.

The difference is that the atmosphere now is completely different from before. Harry held his wand and adjusted his state to make himself serious, but watching the dementor Harry who was scolded by Ivan on the opposite side was not only unable to be serious, but even somewhat Want to laugh.

Under Ivan's repeated urging, the Dementor who emerged from the sack floated towards Harry with an unwilling pretence of predation.

As the distance drew closer, the smell of food made the Dementor a little bit eager, but it was a pity that Ivan was staring on the side, and no matter how greedy the Dementor was, he did not dare to move.

Although the Dementor had reduced his power as much as possible, Harry was still inevitably affected. The ability to spread fear was like a dementor's talent, and it seemed that it could not be turned off.

"Holy guard!" Harry gritted his teeth and cast the spell over and over again with the painful memories in his mind. The vast white mist continuously spewed from the top of the wand, pushing the approaching dementors away. Come...