Dementors are a British specialty, and there are 257 of them in total.
And tonight, they all appeared outside the school.
McGonagall and Lupine cast the Patronus Charm when they rushed over, but Snape was full of gloating.
Even with the two patron saints of cat and wolf joining them, the dementors who were knocked away continued to rush towards the ground like crazy even though they were covered in holes.
Sirius was half-kneeling, holding down Peter Pettigrew's head with one hand, and holding a wand in his other hand to command the big dog Patronus.
The target of the dementor army is him, but he doesn't want to surrender.
After finally catching the real betrayer and finally meeting his godson Harry, there are still many, many things he wants to do.
A wave of magic spread out from the tip of the red oak staff, and the size of the big dog patron saint suddenly expanded.
It roared and used its claws to tear apart the Dementor in front of it.
Hermione was also resisting with difficulty.
Unlike Vincent, she was completely unaffected, and her pale face was full of stubbornness.
When McGonagall and Lupine arrived, the dementors had already rushed to their heads.
"Harry? Ron?" Lupine rushed to the two of them.
This was not the Quidditch match. The Dementors had already identified Sirius's traces, and they all attacked with all their strength.
Harry and Ron were in very bad condition, their bodies were trembling, their lips were trembling, and they were about to lose consciousness.
Lupine touched his pocket, took out a piece of chocolate and broke it in half.
"Professor Lupine! Watch your back!"
As soon as Vincent's reminder was spoken, a dementor that broke through the defense line passed through Lupine's chest.
A cold and evil aura instantly spread throughout his body, and Lu Ping stared at the empty face in front of him.
"Hoo--Hoo God's Guard--" Harry raised his wand and drove it away with a weak silver light ball.
Vincent ran to the three of them, "Professor Lupine, are you okay?"
Lupine shook the chocolate in his hand and said, "I'm fine, thanks to Harry casting the Patronus Charm in time."
When the two of them finished eating the chocolate, his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.
The dementors just reminded him of bad memories, and the originally tall wolf patronus shrank by half.
He looked in the direction with the most Dementors and recognized the half-kneeling figure next to Mag.
And Peter Pettigrew lying on the ground.
"Black!" Snape's cold voice sounded.
Sirius ignored him at all, focusing all his attention on the Dementors.
Snape raised his wand, and Lupine rushed over.
"You bastard, you are in this situation now, and you still can't control your emotions!"
Lupine stood in front of Sirius, "If you don't want to help, just stand aside! Don't even think about making a sneak attack while the chaos is happening!"
People tend to only like what they see, even if Peter Pettigrew is already sufficiently suspicious.
Snape's expression was gloomy and he stared at Sirius's face with eyes filled with hatred.
For twelve years, he has been waiting for this day to arrive all the time.
Kill the betrayer with your own hands and avenge Lily.
Such an obsession is too deep and cannot be given up easily.
Snape closed his eyes, as if remembering something.
His expression became increasingly painful, and the hand holding the wand continued to tremble.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes.
His throat rolled, he lowered his wand and whispered a name.
But soon, he saw clearly the face standing next to Lu Ping.
"Potter..."
Harry, who had just relaxed, became nervous again.
The dementor army is still attacking. If Snape has any bad intentions, the defense line that is struggling to maintain may collapse in an instant.
He opened his hands, his face full of stubbornness.
"Oh -" Snape sneered, as if he had no intention of continuing.
Seeing this, Lupine had no choice but to turn his attention back to the dementors.
Maybe it was a stalemate for too long, they were hovering on Sirius's head, fearing that a big wave was coming.
Suan Ni, peacock, big dog, wolf, cat, plus Harry's weak light group, all stood in front of the black tornado they formed.
The moment it hit the patron saints, it seemed to be squashed and turned into a big net.
The five intact patron saints blocked the attack and quickly gained the upper hand, temporarily resolving the crisis.
After gaining some time to breathe, Sirius quickly lifted Peter Pettigrew's bloody head,
"Do you feel it? I have been tortured by them all the time these years!"
Peter Pettigrew let him grab his hair like a rag doll and raised his head higher and closer to the dementors.
"Just wait for me! I will personally take you to that hellish place!"
Angry Sirius threw him to the ground.
Seeing that Peter Pettigrew was dying, no one present showed any sympathy.
Betrayed the Potters, blew up half the street, killed 12 innocent Muggles, framed Sirius, and hid in the Weasley family in disguise...
Add these crimes together and you will definitely get a passionate kiss from a dementor.
"Ahem..." Peter Pettigrew coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
Through his eyes that were blurred by blood scabs, Sirius' angry face could only be vaguely seen.
He moved his fingers and used all his strength to look at the wand that fell not far away.
That was his only hope. Now that everyone's attention was on the dementors, there was still a chance to get the wand and escape.
But with the current physical condition, let alone stand up, I can't even reach out.
Live, you must live, even if it is even more difficult to survive.
The Dementors' offensive came again, this time they divided into several teams and surrounded the patron saint.
This is an opportunity, a fleeting opportunity.
The few courages in his life drove Peter Pettigrew to make a spell-casting gesture and utter a very simple spell.
"Wingardim Leviosa——"
The wand belonging to Wales floated slowly.
Peter Pettigrew pushed his hand towards Sirius with red eyes, and his whole body rolled.
"You!" Sirius staggered and turned around to find that he had already picked up the wand.
"Ahem—" Another large mouthful of blood spat out.
"Severus!" Without McGonagall's reminder, Snape had already pointed the wand at his back.
With Peter Pettigrew's poor physical condition, it would be impossible for him to cast particularly powerful magic.
But everyone ignored his will to survive, and the terrifying aura of black magic spread instantly.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
Starting from the tip of the stick, a roaring sound was sounded simultaneously with the appearance of bright orange light.
The explosion this time was much smaller, but after all, it still had the amplification of black magic and was still astonishingly powerful.
Sirius, who was closest, only had time to knock Harry down.
Everyone was affected by this sudden blasting spell, but the Dementors were not affected at all.
They flew into the billowing smoke, greedily absorbing those precious memories and positive emotions.