A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 231: The power of the guardian spirit of Swift

The sound rolled up a layer of silver-white air waves, quickly sweeping across the entire stadium, and the little wizards affected by the dementors suddenly shook off their cold and desperate moods.

Professor McGonagall glanced around with her wand and quickly made a judgment. She said to Felix and Dumbledore, "I'm going to the audience."

At this moment, Harry landed smoothly. Mrs. Hooch hurriedly stepped forward to check, and the Gryffindor players rushed forward. At the same time, Cedric looked back at the sudden situation on the field in a daze—he was still holding a golden snitch in his hand. .

The little wizards who had just gotten rid of the influence saw this scene, especially the little wizards of Hufflepuff almost toppled the entire stadium, and the huge cheers were like waves.

The dementors who were lingering were about to move, and the little guy who was a huge threat couldn't let them give up the feast at their fingertips. Some dementors rose into the sky, and some dementors lifted their tattered hoods and continued Absorbing the happy breath in the air...

Dementors have no eyes, and rely on smell and emotion to perceive everything outside, but today, they have a novel experience-they see light.

The guardian spirit of Swift rushed into the group of dementors in the blink of an eye, and its whole body was shining brightly. The silver-white air blast exploded, creating a wave of silver-colored sea waves.

The dementors collapsed almost instantly, and they kept retreating, but the silver swift patron saint was as fast as lightning, and its flight trajectory wove into a fine net in midair, encircling all the dementors, Any Dementor that touches the fine mesh will fall back.

They are completely trapped.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the little wizards, the gaps in the net became thinner and thinner, gradually turning into a hemispherical cover. The figure of the dementor was covered up little by little, and finally, the form of Swift disappeared, and a half full moon appeared in the center of the field.

The light of the "half round moon" pierced the foggy stadium.

A little wizard said in a daze: "Professor Haipu conjured up a moon?" His companions completely agreed with him.

Many students looked up at the sky, as if wanting to confirm whether the moon was still there, but all they could see was a black sky covered with dark clouds.

There is a silvery white light in Felix's eyes. His current mood is a bit strange. The Patronus is made up of pure, happy, and positive emotions, but because it has no human emotions, it will not despair , so Dementors cannot harm them.

The most important thing is that Felix discovered that the radiance emanating from the Patronus seems to have a great restraint effect on the dementors.

Borrowing the perspective of the patron saint of Swift, he found that the dementors in the encirclement seemed to have shrunk very slightly in size...

"Maybe it's an illusion..." Felix muttered in a low voice, the light of the "half full moon" became more intense, and it really looked like a rising silver moon.

The expression on Dumbledore's face became weird. He was really angry, angry that the dementors dared to break into the school, and he was already planning to teach them a lesson.

But now it seems that if he doesn't dissuade him in time, maybe Felix will do something amazing.

Patronus is recognized as a defensive magic that can only drive away, but cannot kill dementors.

But Dumbledore would not think so superficially. The simplest logic is - if the Patronus cannot harm the Dementors, why do they fear this magic so much?

He said softly: "Felix, you can teach them a lesson, but dementors cannot be killed. They are employees of the Ministry of Magic."

Felix shrugged, a streamer flew out from the full moon, turned into a silver swift again, and stopped in midair.

The "half round moon" gradually dissipated, and the little wizards stared at it with wide eyes, and they chatted and discussed——

"You said, did the dementors get smaller?"

"It seems to be true..."

"Could it be a matter of perspective, we are standing on a high ground."

"Impossible. When I went to Hogsmeade, I took a peek at the dementors guarding the door. Each of them was at least six feet tall. No matter how I look at it now, they are less than five feet..."

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After the Dementors saw the light of day again, they hardly had time to catch a glimpse of the motionless Patronus in mid-air. They fled this place desperately, and the black tattered cloth strips at their hems were almost bent at an angle parallel to the ground.

The body of the silver swift swelled suddenly, magnified thousands of times, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It was dotted far behind the dementor, bursting out a bright light from time to time.

The little wizards burst into loud cheers. In their view, this was Professor Haipu venting his anger on them.

Dementors flee faster.

After a while, the patron saint of swift flew back and stood far away on the edge of the Quidditch field, meeting the adoring gazes of the little wizards.

"It's so handsome!"

"It's over." Felix sighed, but he didn't take back the meaning of the silver patron saint.

Dumbledore looked at him curiously.

"Felix, I need to remind you that although the dementors are not outstanding in intelligence, they have a vague group consciousness-as I told you, they can find one without one."

Felix hesitated and said, "Is it okay to stay for a day?"

Dumbledore seemed to be amused, "Oh, unless you want to be approached by the Ministry of Magic. Thousands of people have seen your patron saint, and you can't quibble."

"What if 'Sirius Black' did it? He learned the powerful dark magic from Voldemort..." Felix said tentatively.

"In that case..." Dumbledore smiled, "It's not a big problem, but you have to produce strong evidence to deal with the Ministry of Magic's interrogators, most likely Fudge himself."

Felix smacked his lips, "Strong evidence, okay."

He waved his hand, and the huge silver swift standing on the edge of the field uttered a crisp cry, and spit out two black shadows from its beak - it was a deformed dementor barely three feet tall.

They left almost in a hurry, Felix and Dumbledore watching the dementor disappear completely.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "Felix, your patron saint opened my eyes. I thought it would be a great innovation to develop a patron saint to transmit information. I didn't expect you to think of it." This method of swallowing a dementor."

Felix blinked, "I also had a flash of inspiration, Principal. But the effect is really good ~IndoMTL.com~ In the stadium, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch have taken Harry away, followed by There are demoralized Gryffindor players.

Just now, Mrs. Hooch declared Hufflepuff the winner.

The little wizards left the scene one after another, but there were still many people staring at the high platform where Felix was, talking with each other, even if they couldn't hear the voice, Felix could roughly guess what they wanted to say.

"Are you going to visit Harry, Dumbledore?"

"I trust Minerva and Poppy. How about you, Felix?"

"I trust Weasley and Granger."

Dumbledore and Felix smiled. After a while, Felix suddenly thought of something: "I remember, Harry's broom seemed to be swept away by the wind?"

Dumbledore said uncertainly: "It should be found..."

"Yes, can you still lose it."