A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

This voice rolled up a silver-white wave of air and quickly swept across the entire stadium. The little wizards affected by the dementors suddenly got rid of their cold and desperate mood.

Professor McGonagall glanced around with a magic wand and quickly made a judgment. She said to Felix and Dumbledore: "I will go to the audience."

In this moment, Harry landed smoothly. Madam Hooch hurriedly stepped forward to check, and Gryffindor players rushed up. At the same time, Cedric looked back at the sudden situation on the court blankly-he still held 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 who almost overturned the entire stadium, and the huge cheers surged like waves.

The dementors who were originally unable to patrol were ready to move, the little guy with a huge threat could not let them give up the feast at their fingertips, some dementors rose into the sky, and some dementors lifted the tattered turban on their heads and kept sucking the air. The happy breath in...

Dementors do not have eyes, they perceive everything externally by smell and emotion, but today, they have a novel experience-they see the light.

The patron saint 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 wave exploded, surging up a silver wave.

The dementors collapsed almost instantaneously. They kept retreating, but the patron saint of silver Swift was as fast as lightning. Its flight trajectory was woven into a fine net in mid-air, which circled all the dementors. Any touch Dementors who reach the fine net will fall back.

They were completely trapped.

In the stares of the little wizards, the gaps in the net became thinner and thinner, gradually turning into a hemispherical cover. The dementor's figure was covered up a little bit, and finally, Swift's form disappeared, and a half-round moon appeared in the center of the venue.

The light of the "half-round moon" pierced the misty stadium.

A little wizard said blankly: "Professor Haipu turned into a moon?" The companions beside him completely agreed with him.

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

Felix’s eyes are filled with silver-white light, and his mood is a bit strange now. The patron saint is constructed from pure, happy, and positive emotions, but because it has no human emotions and does not despair, it is taken. The ghosts cannot harm them.

The most important thing is that Felix discovered that the brilliance of the patron saint seemed to have a huge restraining effect on the dementors.

Borrowing the perspective of the patron saint of Swift, he found that the dementors in the encircled circle seemed to be very weakly reduced in size...

"It may be an illusion..." Felix whispered, the light of the "half-round moon" became more intense, and it really looked like a rising silver moon.

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

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

The patron saint 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 patron saint can't harm the dementors, why do they fear this magic so much?

He whispered, "Felix, you can teach them, but the dementors cannot be killed. They are staff members of the Ministry of Magic."

Felix shrugged, a stream of light flew from the full moon, turned into a silver Swift again, and stopped in mid-air.

The "half-round moon" gradually dissipated, and the little wizards stared attentively with wide-eyed eyes, and they chatted with each other--

"You said, is the dementor getting smaller?"

"It seems so..."

"Will it be a matter of perspective, we are standing on a high place."

"Impossible. When I went to Hogsmeade, I took a sneak peek at the dementors guarding the door. Each of them is at least six feet tall. Now, how I look at it, it's less than five feet..."

"..."

After the dementors saw the sky again, it was almost too late to look directly at the patron saint who was still in mid-air. They flee from this place desperately, and the black tattered cloth strips on the hem were almost bent at an angle parallel to the ground.

The silver Swift's body suddenly swelled and enlarged thousands of times, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It was far behind the Dementor, bursting with bright light from time to time.

The little wizards burst into huge cheers. In their opinion, it was Professor Haipu venting their anger.

The dementor flees faster.

After a while, the exaggerated guardian of Swift flew back, standing far from the edge of the Quidditch field, and greeted the worshiping gazes of the little wizards.

"My wife is so handsome!"

"It's over." Felix sighed, but didn't mean to take back the silver patron saint.

Dumbledore looked at him magically.

"Felix, I need to remind you that although the dementors are not very intelligent, they have a vague sense of group—what I told you, they can spot one without one."

Felix said hesitantly: "Can't you stay for one day?"

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

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

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

Felix smacked, "Strong evidence, okay."

He waved his hand, and the giant silver Swift standing on the edge of the field made a crisp call, and spit out two black shadows from the bird's beak-it was a deformed dementor barely three feet tall.

They left almost hurriedly, and Felix and Dumbledore watched the Dementor disappear completely.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "Felix, your patron saint has opened my eyes to me. I thought that the development of using the patron saint to transmit messages was a great innovation. I didn't expect you to even think of swallowing the photo This way of ghosts."

Felix blinked, "I also had a flash of inspiration, principal. But the effect is really good~www.novelmt.com~ In the stadium, Professor McGonagall has left with Mrs. Hooch and Harry, followed by Gryffindor player with low morale.

Just now, Mrs. Hooch announced that Hufflepuff had won.

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

"Will you visit Harry, Dumbledore?"

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

"I trust Weasley and Granger."

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

Dumbledore said uncertainly: "Should I get it back..."

"Yes, it can't be lost."