Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Roman put the unconscious Rolf on the Oak Arrow 79 and tied him three times with the tendons of the Norwegian Ridgeback.

Oak Arrow felt that there was a living thing on his body and someone was operating it, so he steadily left the ground.

Roman cast the Disillusionment Charm, and at the same time looked at the broken suitcase on the ground with distress - not to mention the fireproof, waterproof, and even anti-theft magic on it, the materials alone cost him 120 galleons.

And the dragon skin bag he is using now is a temporary extension charm cast on it; it can only last for a week at most, and the contents inside are still packed into a ball.

The oak arrow climbed up the treetops, slowly accelerated, climbed the tree crown and headed towards the blue sea in the distance.

In the mountain forest near the sea, the continuous bunkers should have been a magic weapon to deal with intruders, but now they are filled with stagnant water and have become the habitat of demons.

Looking at the dark jungle below and the bunkers that appeared from time to time, Roman tried his best to pull the oak arrow high into the sky.

But the oak arrow was unmoved.

In its pitiful oak "brain", the "human" state of itself is not good.

Who knows why this old model broom produced by a private workshop has such a safe driving setting.

Roman had no choice but to continue looking at the jungle below with fear under the blessing of the Illusion Spell.

As they walked down the mountain, some small animals began to appear in the jungle.

But Roman was even more nervous, because he knew that a certain mouse might have Voldemort's consciousness attached to it.

He tries to wake up Rolf to fly the broom.

From the magic of restoring physical strength to the physical techniques of quick contact massage with hands and left and right faces...

But the other party's energy consumption was too great, and he was in a self-protective dormancy at the moment.

Then he saw a dark shadow rushing past him.

Roman instantly raised his wand, only to find it was a mountain eagle.

It held a fledgling eaglet in its mouth, spread its wings and flew in the same direction.

"It turns out you are also a runaway."

Roman followed it, but saw that the jungle in the distance, which was almost connected to the sea, suddenly began to roll back and shrink toward the top of the mountain, revealing a large area of ​​land and several adjacent towns.

The forest below became eerie and terrifying.

An invisible wall came towards me, slamming the broomstick out of the air.

"Cough cough..."

The violent impact made Luof wake up, "What's going on?"

"Stop asking! Run!"

Roman waved his wand, and the dragon tendons were retracted from Rolf's body.

But Luo Fei seemed confused and didn't hear it.

The jungle beneath them shrank at a terrifying speed, with countless branches and tree trunks rushing towards them.

Roman dodged a branch as thick as his forearm, but his shoulder was grabbed.

"follow me!"

Luofu pulled him onto the broom with force, and then controlled the bulky old antique oak arrow 79 and began to shuttle through the jungle.

Jin Feixia's body appeared in front of the broom at some unknown time. It dexterously changed directions and avoided visible and invisible obstacles.

Rolf followed right behind it, like a real chaser, never missing a step.

"Mysterious creatures are far more aware of danger than we are. Follow them and you can get out!"

he shouted, dodging a piece of gravel.

"I didn't expect you to have such a hand."

Roman couldn't help but admired softly when he saw how flexible and stable the oak arrow was at low speeds.

"Your broom is well maintained." Luo Fu replied in his busy schedule. He was trying to get the oak arrow to follow the Golden Snidget and drill out from between the crowns of the two giant trees.

When they saw the light of day again, the forest beneath their feet had become sparse.

If it was originally like an inaccessible primitive jungle, now it is like a green forest landscape in an idyllic scenery.

Jin Feixia flew up and down happily, very excited.

Luofu had lost his strength. He slowly lowered the height of the broom, and then weakly let go of his hand.

"Now is not the time to rest."

Roman held his swaying body and cast three more spells to restore his physical strength, but they didn't work.

"We have to get out of here."

He tried to fire the oak arrow again, but it trembled, as if frightened, and refused to move.

"I shouldn't have allowed Loyal to transform you; anything he created was abnormal."

Roman cursed and put the broom on his shoulders, then used the levitating spell to lift up Rolf, preparing to walk the last few steps of the mountain road.

Jin Feixia hesitantly circled three times in the air, stared at them for a long time, and finally chose to follow them.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Roman put Rolf on the grass.

Because several figures were swaying in front of them, as if they were residents of a coastal town on an outing.

This is clearly not the case...

Even in the magical world, such tall people don't often appear.

Especially when your feet are not touching the ground.

Their faces were completely covered by hoods, and Roman had to move his eyes downwards.

"A hand protruded from the coat. The hand was shiny, gray, thin, and scarred, like a dead thing rotting in the water..."

He was very familiar with this thing.

"Stop looking for adjectives! Call for divine protection!"

Behind him, Rolf climbed up feebly. He raised his wand, and clouds of silver mist came out from the tip of the wand.

"You're not a familiar patron saint!"

The aura of despair exuded by the dementors already made Golden Flying Man tremble and fall from the air.

But Roman didn't feel like his happiness was being sucked away at all. He took advantage of the silver mist to block the Dementors, grabbed the Golden Snitch who landed on the ground, pulled Rove over and ran away.

"I, the grandson of Newt Scamander, can I not release the Patronus?"

Under the power of the spell, Rolf seemed to have regained a lot of energy. As he ran, he turned back and waved his wand, "Calling for divine protection!"

More silver mist dispersed. The dementors were not afraid, but they were also unwilling to come into contact with the mist.

"Just save this little mist for Christmas."

Roman clutched the wand, but instead of casting a spell, he began to try to use provocation.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you? Do you want it?" Rolf waved his wand crazily.

"If you can release the whole thing, I definitely want it!"

The two people who had just survived Voldemort were somewhat mentally disturbed.

Even if someone like Luo Fu started to hang up after only halfway through the level, he would inevitably feel a little wandering.

They knew that Dementors were terrifying, deadly creatures, but they couldn't help but subconsciously think - is this it?

Roman threw the oak arrow over his shoulder to Rolf.

This time Rolf failed to activate it.

So he raised his wand again and shouted:

"Believe me!"

The young man who had just passed away from life and death was not as calm as he appeared; what's more, this may be the first time he showed his patron saint in front of the dementors.

"Believe in Newt's grandson."

He recalled how his grandfather told him when he pestered his grandfather to see the Tropical Volcano Bat - "You must first practice the Patronus Charm before Grandpa can believe you."

"You are my grandson and I can't trust you." Roman muttered, as if he wanted to raise the wand, but after a few moves he chose to give up.

Luo Fu couldn't catch his breath, and the silver mist on the head of the wand became even more ethereal.

And what's worse is that it is now intermittent, pulling out a silvery white trail behind the two.

Dementors may not be human, but they're not really dogs either.

A dementor who wants to eat has only one thing on his mind.

"Catch the plane guy!"