Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Is there anyone else here?

Sirius looked around for a while and didn't see any figures, but it's not like Peter himself convulsed!

Just when Sirius hesitated, the wind was loud outside the window, and the biting cold gradually invaded from all directions...

"Why did it suddenly become so cold?" Ron trembled, and Sirius's face changed drastically.

"No, those dementors are coming, hurry up!" Sirius looked at Harry and the others and urged.

"But... what do you do?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Don't worry about me, I have been in Azkaban for more than ten years, and I am familiar with them..." Sirius pretended to be relaxed, waved his hand and asked them to leave.

Harry wanted to say something more, Hermione pulled him by the arm and ran, Ron picked up the invisibility cloak that fell on the ground and threw it on everyone.

It's just that they acted a little late. At this point of delay, a group of hungry dementors have floated from the door...

They can't wait to get ready to enjoy the food, but their keen senses can easily perceive the strangeness in the rooftop. In the world of gray tones, various emotions are constantly emanating from three places.

In their memory, there should only be two criminals in the rooftop!

Harry and the others in the invisibility cloak held their breath nervously and moved cautiously toward the door, but unfortunately the dementors had already surrounded them.

The long-lost sense of fear came to his mind again, and Harry seemed to hear Voldemort’s laugh again and the painful wailing of a witch before his death. He gritted his teeth, sweating on his head but was not in a coma like before. past.

A dementor quickly floated in front of them, and the panic gradually spread in the hearts of the three of them. Harry desperately recalled the scenes of learning the patron saint in his mind, and remembered what Ivan had said. ...

The mystery of the patron saint curse is to condense the positive emotions with magic and transform them into power!

Dementors are nothing to be afraid of. They are also intelligent creatures, and they are afraid of powers stronger than themselves...

......

Although the ugly face of the dementor got closer and closer, Harry's mood calmed down. He tried to find the feeling of releasing the patron saint curse at the beginning, raised his wand high, and shouted loudly.

"Call God to guard!"

Stars of light flashed at the top of the magic wand, white mist spurted out, and a huge silver creature rushed out, using its tine-shaped horns to directly fly out the approaching dementors.

"The patron saint... I succeeded!" Harry looked at the white light and shadow driving the dementors in mid-air with surprise, which looked like a majestic stag.

"Oh my God, Harry! You beat them!" Ron said incredulously. If he remembers correctly, Harry fell from the sky because of a dementor a week ago.

"This is... the patron saint? When did you learn this?" Hermione was also a little surprised, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Just after the Quidditch game, I specially went to Ivan to learn..." Harry commanded the Stag Patron to repel a dementor who tried to lean in, and casually explained.

Hermione pursed her mouth a little bit. She had also consulted Ivan for the patron saint curse because of her encounter with a dementor, but at that time Ivan temporarily put it aside for the sake of being too busy recently, so she only Have your own reading and learning...

The little witch snorted, took out her magic wand, and muttered a spell. The hazy white mist suddenly floated out, blocking the dementor in the other direction.

At this time, it was not only Harry and the others who encountered the dementor attack. Some lazy monsters did not gather in the past, but chose two other targets that were better to deal with.

"Go away... Get away from me, don't get close to me... When the Dark Lord returns, he will kill you all!"

Peter seemed to be a little lunatic under the successive blows, screaming crazy things in his mouth, or the large number of dementors reminded him of the days under Voldemort 13 years ago.

Sirius, who was surrounded by a few dementors, would not be better off, frowning tightly on his face from time to time with an expression of pain.

And more dementors are constantly squeezing in from the airy window...

Harry heard Peter's voice and noticed the situation here, and hurriedly swept his wand swept across. The silver-white stag, like a white lightning, knocked out the dementors near Sirius.

Sirius slowed down, staring at the white shadow blankly, muttering something in his mouth, a pair of dark eyes turned to look at Harry but seemed to be looking at another person.

After Harry helped Sirius relieve the danger, he hesitated for a while and asked his patron saint to help disperse the dementors near Peter.

"What are you doing for him? What if he is killed by a dementor..." Ron asked puzzled.

"These dementors are already crazy, what if they kill Peter?" Harry explained.

In fact, as Harry said, the dementors who were already lacking control rioted and became more and more radical.

Harry and the others felt that they had been in a big disaster and didn't know what to do now...

Sirius came back to his senses at this time, so that they didn't need to worry about themselves anymore and rushed out directly after wearing the invisible cloak.

Harry was still hesitating, he was worried that after he left, these dementors would vent their anger on Sirius.

"The Dementor doesn't have the guts to do anything to me, but if you don't leave, the Auroma guarding below is coming up! Go!" Sirius shouted again.

Harry nodded, and gritted his teeth and summoned the patron saint of stags back, pushed ahead, and rushed out of the observatory with Ron and Hermione.

Dozens of dementors gathered from all directions, and Harry was so exhausted that he had to maintain his patron saint.

Fortunately, Hermione would also have a patron saint, although she could not summon her patron saint yet, she could share part of the pressure for him, allowing Harry to stick to it.

"Hu... God... Hushen guard! Is that correct?" Seeing his two friends are so powerful, Ron also wanted to make a contribution and learn how to cast spells like two of them. .

But such a high-level spell can't be mastered for a while, no matter how hard Ron tried, the wand did not respond.

The dementors who drifted around from nowhere even slapped Ron's wand to the ground, rolling to the side.

"No! My wand!" Ron yelled, trying to run back to pick it up, but what broke him even more was that a dementor who happened to pass by picked up his wand directly.