[HP] Five Poisons

When Harry was surrounded by dementors, it was Diggory who was the first to notice that something was wrong.

"Potter!!"

The sixth-year Hufflepuff prefect immediately pulled out his wand and cast his Patronus, a silver-white badger.

Compared to the other patron saints present, this badger was not that big, but it was flexible enough to use the dementors as a foothold in mid-air, and ran to the very center of the encirclement sensitively.

When these ominous dementors surrounded him from all directions, Harry felt something was wrong. He reacted quickly, took out his wand from his sleeve pocket, and held it in his hand.

He had learned the Patronus Charm from Professor Lupine, and in the face of these disgusting guys, he would no longer be helpless as he was on the Hogwarts Express, waiting to die.

Facing the approaching cloaked monsters in front of him, Harry licked the corners of his mouth, focusing like in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, thinking about the happiest things in his memory.

"Expecto Patronum—"

A strong silver-white beam of light burst out from the tip of the wand, and at the end of the silver-white was a young stag.It turned its head, rubbed Harry's wizard robe affectionately, and then spread its four hooves and rushed into the densely packed dementors.

"Merlin, will he die!?" The little fat man raised his head in panic, looking at the gradually weakening silver white with fear, "There are too many dementors! Only Digory can't do it at all! Can’t hold it anymore! What should I do?!” As he spoke, he looked around in a hurry, looking for the figures of the professors.

However, as Chi Mo was worried before, there are too few professors in Hogwarts, and there are at least hundreds of dementors present.

Now the entire auditorium has become a mess, screaming and crying, and some cursing.

Although the two of them are now supported by the "little white cloud" summoned by Chi Mo, the dementors cannot approach for the time being, but those dementors did not go far, but hunted nearby, capturing groups of prey.

The little fat man saw with his own eyes that two dementors surrounded three students and began to suck their happiness, but he could only throw the petrification spell here in vain—and this was very important to the dementors. As far as the spirit monster is concerned, it is completely irrelevant and useless.

The feeling of watching those familiar faces struggling and crying in front of him, and finally falling limply on the ground, is really terrible.

Why didn't I learn the Patronus Charm!The little fat man clenched his teeth, blaming himself for his incompetence at the moment.

"There are so many dementors, the professors can't take care of them at all, what should we do?" The little fat man turned around and asked his companions with a pale face, "We have to find a way, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a black shadow flash past in front of his eyes, and there was no one around him.

The little fat man's mouth opened into a big O shape, and he looked up dumbfounded, "Fly, fly up..."

How can this be? !The little fat man was dumbfounded - Chi Mo didn't bring a broomstick with him at all, he just jumped, and then... flew away...

"Brother, let me escape here!"

A third-year Hufflepuff led a first-year Ravenclaw in embarrassment to avoid the approach of a dementor, and squeezed into the "little white cloud" left by Chi Mo. It was so fierce that the stupid little fat man was almost crushed into a human mat.

Compared with the turmoil in the other three colleges, the situation in Slytherin is relatively better, but it is only relatively better.

Draco Malfoy used his patron saint, a taipan snake nearly one meter long, to drive away the dementors who tried to get close, and said coldly, "...Thank you very much, Pansy."

Pansy Parkinson carefully poked half of his head out from behind him, turned the walnut wand with delicate patterns in his hand, and smiled reservedly. "Draco, you're welcome~"

Draco sneered, "Of course I want to thank you very much, after all you are hiding behind my back."

There was not the slightest hint of embarrassment on Pansy's lightly powdered face.While looking around vigilantly, she waved her wand to flick away the spells that almost accidentally injured them-the whole auditorium was in chaos, and those idiots threw countless wands with their wands, which had no effect on the dementors. But almost killed the curse of the people around him!

"Oh no!—" Pansy screamed.

Blaise Zabini commanded his patron saint—a black mamba snake with thick arms and slapped a dementor away with its tail, and looked back, "What's the matter, dear?"

"These dirty monsters!" Pansy pinched a corner of the wizard's robe with a look of disgust, and moved his face away, "Oh, I will never wear this dress again!"

"Oh~ I thought, some dementor was attracted by your beauty and couldn't help but want to kiss you~" Zabini shrugged with a regretful expression on his face.

"Come on, Blaise." Pansy squinted at her other human shield angrily, and laughed, "Look at that little thing of yours~ oh~ it looks really pitiful~"

Zabini waved his wand and let the black mamba slip out of the two dementors, swam up from behind them, and wrapped the heads of the two guys together with the body of the snake, warning . "A lovely lady shouldn't say such things."

"Hee hee hee~" Pansy smiled without threat, and by the way, bounced the disarming spell thrown by a blind idiot by mistake. —Oh, the Disarming Curse!

Pansy twitched his lips with a sneer.

Zabini, Blaise's human shield, stroked the folds on his shoulders caused by too much movement, and looked around inexplicably, "Why are there so many of these things all of a sudden?"

"Who knows." Pansy complained, frowning as he flashed the hem of a dementor. "Draco, why can't you stand up like Blaise? That damn thing almost stained my robe!"

"Anyway, you won't wear it anymore, will you?" Zabini smirked. "My wardrobe is always open for you, sweet girl."

Glaring at the sarcastic guy, Pan Xi was about to stab him, but screamed because of the change in front of him.

"Where are you going, Draco?!"

Chi Mo, who flew onto Digory's broomstick with lightness, frowned and stared at the blackness in front of him—there were too many dementors.

Digory, who also stared wide-eyed because of Chi Mo's light work, is old after all. Although he was shocked by the sudden addition of a person on his broom handle, he quickly recovered and did not care about Chi Mo's identity. How it came about—now there are more important things.

"Their numbers are still increasing. If this continues, Potter will be very dangerous." Diggory wiped his face, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or rain on his wet face—the sky had completely turned dark. , bringing lightning, thunder, and freezing rain. "My patron saint can only distract five at most." That being said, in fact, he has already consumed too much mana, and it is already very difficult to restrain five more. ——Before that, he had been supporting Harry alone, and at the same time he had to protect himself from being taken advantage of by other dementors, and prevent himself from being caught by the bad luck and falling off the broom.

There was a strong wind in mid-air, and Chi Mo couldn't help squinting his eyes when it blew. The cold rain hit his body, and the whole robe stuck to him, making him very uncomfortable.

Beside so many dementors, the mood began to get low uncontrollably, all the surrounding light was absorbed, the whole person gradually fell into darkness, courage and hope slowly faded, nothingness gradually occupied the heart, heavy and depressing .

"...I'll drag him out." Chi Mo stepped on the nearest dementor as a pedal, and entered the encirclement from above the heads of the dementors—even he and Digory were surrounded If Harry in the middle doesn't come out, he will probably be useless.

And Digory behind him obviously didn't expect Chi Mo to be such an active person, but there was no time to be surprised at this moment, seeing that thin and small figure disappearing under the shadows.The sixth-year Hufflepuff prefect gritted his teeth, and output all his magic power without any reservations to support the second-year juniors in his college, even if it meant taking away one more dementor.

As more and more dementors approached, Harry's consciousness gradually began to blur.

Everywhere you look is covered in ink.

The body began to lose strength, and the magic wand in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.Harry saw his Patronus buried under the layers of tattered robes, the silver fading to darkness.

In a daze, Harry heard another woman screaming.

Is it... Mom?

His eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Although there is a voice in his heart that keeps telling him that he can't sleep, he really feels very tired. He really wants to sleep for a while...just a while...

At the same time that pair of green eyes were closed, a magic wand slipped powerlessly from the hanging right hand.

Chi Mo, who resisted nausea and dizziness and came to the center, shook his head. A few butterflies flapped their wings and surrounded Chi Mo. Those glittering phosphorous powders were the only light in the square inch of the world.

Only after he managed to stabilize his figure, Chi Mo saw the figure that was falling rapidly.

"!!!"

Chi Mo flew down without thinking.

Fortunately, Chi Mo has light skills, otherwise, when he hit the ground, Harry would probably have been smashed into meatloaf.

Chi Mo, who grabbed Harry's arm in the air, led the unconscious guy to avoid those dementors who were like maggots attached to bones and shadows.

His half-baked patron saint is protecting the little fat man. If he is called back now, when he returns, he will probably see only a dead fat man.

Although Bidie can block the negative emotions brought by the dementors, it cannot expel them.Chi Mo still has a person on him. If he is surrounded by dementors again, he will be very passive.

Fortunately, Digory also rushed over after this meeting, and his silver-white badger—although the silver on his body has weakened a lot now, it is at least a Patronus.

And two patron saints who came from nowhere-an elegant and vigorous stag, and a taipan snake.

With these three patron saints, Chi Mo was finally able to escape with Harry smoothly.

I just don't know why I always feel that my feet are slipping.

Chi Mo didn't think much, just wanted to find an open space and put the person down.