Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The train stopped, and everyone held their breath. Many people didn't know what it was.

Hidden under the cloak, the dementor made a gurgling inhalation sound, as if there was phlegm in his throat, and he couldn't take a breath up or down, and he was very suffocated.

It breathes in not only the air, but also people's happiness.

A biting chill swept over them.Harry felt like he couldn't breathe.The chill penetrated into his skin, into his chest, into his heart...

Albert was opposite Harry and saw his eyes rolled up, then closed, showing a look of panic, and then he fell weakly on the seat with his feet as if he was drunk.

"Call God Guard!"

Of course, Lupine could recognize his friend's son. Seeing him fainted after being tortured by the dementors, he was furious and shouted. A silvery-white blurry wolf flew out of his wand, trying to kill the dementors. Drive away.

Unfortunately, it was a drop in the bucket. Lupin's patronus drove away the dementor, which seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest. Countless black shadows floated over to this carriage.

The original book did not say that so many dementors would be attracted. Nearly a hundred dementors were crowded into a pile, and even Lupine was a little unable to support it.

More dementors appeared, and the students in the corridor were even more frightened, but the happiness in their hearts disappeared. They seemed to have no strength to speak out. The unruly dementors caught the students and sucked away their happiness.

There were several senior students who mastered the Patronus Charm, but at that time they could only release some white flocs. The best student released a physical Patronus, a silver-white horse, which barely resisted the oncoming attack. ugly creature.

More and more dementors poured into this carriage, and the temperature dropped again. Hermione's teeth were trembling with cold, and her body was shaking.

There are fewer and fewer places where Lupine's patron saint can illuminate, and the dementors' actions become more and more wanton, starting to "hunt".

The Patronus Charm is a spell for a wizard's happy emotions. The spell is mixed with the wizard's happy memories. To a certain extent, this will also become the dementor's emotion.

However, in the form of a spell, it is not easy for the Dementors to obtain this "happiness" and will be blocked.

But when there are enough dementors and they are strong enough, or the wizard's belief in the Patronus Charm is not firm enough and the magic power is not strong enough, the Patronus Charm will be broken by the dementors, and deep fear will attack the wizard again.

"You damn guys!" Albert was furious. Feeling the owner's anger, the Thunderbird wand released a dazzling electric light.

"Call God Guard!"

A silver-blue thunderbird flew out, flapped three pairs of wings, and wind and thunder were generated out of thin air. Albert's patron saint rushed towards the group of dementors.

This is a patron saint that is not pure. Albert quietly mixed a little fierce fire into it.

The dementors are said to be expelled only by the Patronus Charm, and the fierce fire is said to burn everything in the world. Today Albert is going to take a look...

In the end, is it his sharp fire that penetrates stronger, or his sharp fire that penetrates stronger!

The patron saint thunderbird flapped its wings and emitted dazzling silver light. The dementors couldn't help but want to stretch out their rotten hands and pull down their black tattered cloaks to cover their non-existent eyes.

Every time the thunderbird flaps its wings, it will release several thunder fires, which are attached to the dementor's cloak.

Albert waved his wand and directed the patron saint to spread to every corner, not sparing every dementor. Wherever the thunderbird passed, the dementors dispersed.

"It's not over yet!" Albert suddenly raised his wand, and the patron saint thunderbird felt it. It screamed in the air, its tail feathers swung wildly, and once again emitted a dazzling light.

The temperature in the air rose sharply, which was two extremes from when the dementors came in. Now the students on the train seemed to be in a sauna.

An invisible wave spread out, and the thunder fire attached to the Dementor received the order and began to burn violently.

The Patronus Curse and the Fire Curse were intertwined and entangled the dementors. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not get rid of the bone-eroding flames.

In the eyes of everyone, these dementors suddenly started to burn all over. It was obvious that they were in pain and wanted to survive, but the blue flames devoured their bodies inch by inch, making it impossible to escape.

The dementors tried to divert the trouble to the east and get closer to the little wizards, but the blue flames were spiritual and only burned the dementors. The little wizards did not panic at all, and even felt a little happy against the backdrop of the blue flames.

A Dementor was in too much pain and leaned on the handle of the box. Under its black cloak, it was ugly, with only a black hole showing its face. It was facing Neville Longbottom. Its body was heaving violently, but it was no use. It wanted to absorb The little wizard had happy emotions, but no strength.

The temperature in the carriage was still at a very high level, and Albert's hand holding the wand tightly was sweating slightly.

At the last moment, all the frost on the car windows dissipated, and the last two dementors died under Albert's blue flames, leaving not even a trace of ashes, nor any real scum left.

Only a fragment of the black cloak floated down and fell into Albert's hands...

Outside the window, the clouds dispersed. Although it was already dusk, the sun shone into the car again, giving everyone comfort.

It seems like a lifetime away...

The students in the carriage seemed to be poking their heads out of the deep water, breathing fresh air for the first time after holding their breath for a long time and about to suffocate.

They breathed the air greedily, and for the first time they realized how precious the fresh air, the gentle breeze, and the quiet sunshine were.

"For those who hate, you should write his name on the frosty glass. When the fog clears, he will be gone."

Albert said something lightly, as if the "fog" had really been blown away.

The false patron saint can only barely protect the caster in the face of hordes of dementors, and there is a high possibility that the dementors will break through and face danger.

The real patron saint takes the initiative and uses powerful magic power to kill all invading dementors!

The train creaked, whistled, started again, and rumbled towards Hogwarts.