Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

Gryffindor's blow made the clone of Yagu Guzi feel a sense of crisis. He suddenly realized that this person who absorbed the contaminated human would indeed not survive, but before that, he probably wouldn't be easy either.

This will not work!

The main body went through all the trouble to send him into the crack this time just for...

The clone looked at the two rags not far away. He knew that those were the goals of his trip, the stumps of Hela, the old enemy of the original body. Then he looked at Gryffindor who was standing in front of him with a stubborn look on his face. The clone suddenly A tentacle stabbed him in the head.

This action startled Gryffindor, and Wanmi in Gryffindor's body was also startled.

"Is this thing crazy? Do I poke myself? Do you want Gryffindor to pity him by playing self-mutilation?"

Yao Yao was speechless. With such an obvious thing, he sometimes really doubted whether his host was smart or stupid.

"Mimi, have you forgotten that we met three clones?"

Wan Mi suddenly realized it, and she asked why she only saw one clone. Wasn't there a reason?The subject of the study of clones has a secondary clone?The city knows how to play!

While the two were talking, the three clones quickly found their positions. One was responsible for intercepting Gryffindor's obstruction with his life at any time, and the other two rushed towards the rag strips on both sides.

"No! Those two transformed monsters want to grab the cloth!"

Harry happily bumped into the invisible transparent wall, causing Draco to roll his eyes.

"You are really Biao! Let's not talk about whether you can break this wall. Have you forgotten that this is just a memory? Just like Salazar in the library last time? We can't change anything! Wanmi has also got it Get those two rags!"

Draco's words made Harry quiet down. Was he really still too impulsive?

But, should we just watch Gryffindor being bullied by three monsters?

"Yes, that's the only way!"

Harry unconsciously said what he said, and was not surprised to be ridiculed by Draco again, "What's the matter, Salazar, you can just watch, but when it's Gryffindor's turn, you want to save him? Are you afraid that's not the case?" I want to go to heaven and stand side by side with Merlin!"

Harry: ...Thank you very much!

Gryffindor, the two rice-planting thugs, had no idea. He was doing three things, trying to use the absorbed pollution to prevent the two clones from approaching the rag. His unprotected chest was exposed to the last clone.

"Hoohoho!!!!"

The clone sent out its tentacles wildly, piercing Gryffindor's chest like a long sword.

"Puff——"

Gryffindor lowered his head, red blood gurgling from his chest. The moment he retracted his tentacles, a cold wind passed through his chest.

“Hoo, ho—ho ho!!”

Gryffindor couldn't understand the monster's roar, but Wanmi understood it, and so did Yao Yao. He was clearly shouting:

I told you to mind your own business, but you stop me again!Then stop it!

Gryffindor curled his lips, "Although I don't understand what you are talking about, you probably haven't heard a word. Villains die from talking too much..."

"You know? You should--forget it, I won't say it anymore...'rags flying'!"

……

……

"Flying legs!"

Gryffindor held a rag in one hand, and as the ancient spells continued to come out of his mouth, a strange-shaped wooden board floated out of his arms and fell to the ground, sucking in the surrounding living creatures like a black hole. Gryffindor and the three clones were sucked into the air.

Starting from the push, one person and three monsters began to petrify at a slow but visible speed. Different from Gryffindor's indifference, the three monsters struggled to break free, but they could only dance in vain in mid-air.

A quarter of an hour later, the four statues fell to the four directions of the room, southeast, northwest, leaving only the hat on Gryffindor's head that was cut by the wind knife in several places, still soft, if Wanmi could see it.

The strange-shaped wooden board on the ground began to fold, like a flat plan, folded perfectly into a triangle, and floated to the palm of Gryffindor's outstretched right hand.

"Godric? Godric I can't feel you anymore, my heartbeat is gone, Godric?"

Wanmi still couldn't move or open her mouth. It must be that the memories were not over yet. She could only talk to herself in the voice above her head.

After a while, the voice couldn't get the answer it wanted, so it confirmed again, "Godric Gryffindor! Are you dead?"

There was no worry, no panic, and certainly no joy or pleasure in the voice. It was just like an established procedure, without emotion.

"Well, he's probably dead, so I'll have to follow Godric's instructions."

After a while of rustling, Wan Mi saw a somewhat familiar pointed wizard hat jump onto her right arm, squirming like a maggot on her arm until it reached her wrist. She raised the brim of the hat and swallowed the triangle in one gulp. , then jumped to the ground, squirmed again, climbed out of the secret room with difficulty, and gradually disappeared into the secret passage.

"The Sorting Hat!"

Wanmi didn't see the Sorting Hat passing by Harry and Harry, but Harry reached out to stop him, but he managed to pass through the Sorting Hat unexpectedly, "Is it really a shadow?"

The two companions were still unconscious, and Wanmi hadn't come out yet. Harry and the others didn't dare to move, and there was nothing to follow from a memory ghost. After all, they were the only ones who saw the two robbed rags going around in circles. The transfer must have fallen into Wan Mi's hands again, so the process is not important.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Harry and Harry guessed that this was the time it took for the Sorting Hat to complete the assignment to Gryffindor.

In short, the surrounding scenery began to recover after a quarter of an hour, and Wan Mi was pushed out of the statue. The two rag strips flew back to Wan Mi's hands again - or in other words, the lower body finally merged smoothly into the place where they should be.

"Wan...Wanmi?"

Harry opened his mouth uncertainly, after all... there was a... Dementor in front of him!

"…………"

The two of them were sure that Wan Mi opened her mouth, or that the black hole on her face must have moved, but... why was there no sound?

Wan Mi looked down, okay, no wonder she couldn't speak.

The next second, the two-meter-tall figure returned to a little girl of just over one meter. Both Harry and Draco secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"We won't reveal your identity!"

Harry was the first to take a stand.

"It doesn't matter, but even if I tell you, who do you think you will be afraid of? No one in Hogwarts can drive me away."

"..."

Makes sense!

The two looked at each other and nodded tacitly. We are hiding this from everyone for the sake of everyone's safety and mental health!

"Did you see that just now?"

Wanmi knew what Draco was asking, "Well, the first sight is quite exciting."

"What on earth are those? Why can't not only Slytherin, but also Gryffindor have the power to fight back? If I think correctly, could it be that the other two founders..."

Wanmi glanced at Draco in surprise. This guy really dared to think about it, even though he was right.