A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 233 The Power of Swift’s Guardian God
This voice rolled up a layer of silver-white air waves, quickly sweeping across the entire stadium, and the little wizards affected by the dementors were suddenly freed from their cold and desperate moods.

Professor McGonagall held her wand and glanced around, 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 hurried forward to check, and the Gryffindor players rushed forward.At the same time, Cedric looked back blankly at the sudden situation on the field—he still held a golden snitch in his hand.

The little wizards who had just got 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 lingering dementors 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 soared into the sky, and the remaining dementors lifted the tattered turbans on their heads and continued to absorb The smell of happiness in the air...

Dementors have no eyes, and rely on their sense of smell and emotion to perceive everything outside, but today, they had a novel experience—they saw 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 waves of silver-colored ocean 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, and any touch Any dementor that reaches the fine net 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 absentmindedly: "Professor Haipu conjuring 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.

Felix's eyes were filled with silvery white light, and his current mood was a bit strange. The Patronus was constructed from pure, happy, and positive emotions, but because it had no human emotions, it would not despair, so the photo Ghosts cannot harm them.

Most importantly, Felix discovered that the radiance emanating from the Patronus seems to have a great restraint effect on the dementors.

He borrowed the perspective of the patron saint of Swift, and 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 will not make such a judgment superficially.

The simplest logic is - if the Patronuses cannot harm the dementors, why should they be so afraid of this magic?
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, and a streamer flew out 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 at it with wide eyes, and they chatted and discussed——

"You said, did the dementors get smaller?"

"It seems to be so..."

"Will it be a matter of perspective? We are standing on a high ground."

"Impossible. When I went to Hogsmeade, I took a sneak 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..."

"..."

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, the black tattered cloth strips at their hems were almost bent at an angle parallel to the ground.

The silver swift's body suddenly expanded, 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, it was Professor Haipu venting their anger on them.

The dementors fled faster.

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

"The wife is 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 said hesitantly, "Isn't 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 Patronus, and you can't quibble."

"What if 'Sirius Black' did it? He learned the powerful Dark Arts 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, all right."

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 figures 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 Patronus has opened my eyes. I thought it would be a great innovation to develop a Patronus to convey information. I didn't expect you to think of swallowing the camera. This is the way of the ghost."

Felix blinked, "I also had a flash of inspiration, Principal. But the effect is really good."

Inside the stadium, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch had taken Harry away, followed by the demoralized Gryffindor players.

Just now, Mrs. Hooch declared Hufflepuff the winner.

The little wizards left the venue one after another, but there were still many people staring at the high platform where Felix was, discussing 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 each 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..."

"That's right, can you still lose it?"

(End of this chapter)