Chapter 165: Two patron saints

Time returned more than an hour before Hogwarts banned the edge of the forest.
After the violent explosion, Harry and Hermione climbed hard from the ground, and the huge impact of the explosion made them feel sore. Avon had already chased the little dwarf Peter into the forbidden forest. Only two of them were here.
Ron and Sirius Black fainted to the ground, and Black was bleeding.
"What should we do?" Hermione said desperately, and she looked at the forbidden forest uneasy. "Avon chased the guy and ran in!"
"We have to get the two of them into the castle first, Sirius needs treatment, and then tell who to save Avon!" Harry said quickly, pulling his hair away from his eyes.
Then he saw the dementors approaching.
Almost instantaneously, the center of the field became foggy and the temperature plummeted.
Harry felt like he was entering a cold store, and the fog blurted his view.
He saw more and more dementors used in the darkness of all directions, they seem to find Sirius Black.
They were excited, and the rotting limbs stretched out from the worn black robes.
They are surrounded
Hermione raised her wand and tried to summon a patron saint. The end of her wand made a burst of white light, but it could not be formed.
There are so many dementors, and the superimposed fear is about to condense into substance.
Hermione couldn’t think of anything happy in her mind. She was worried about Ai Wen. He went to chase the little dwarf Peter alone. What should happen if something happened?
In the forbidden forest at night, there are many hidden dangers.
She thought of her only experience of entering the Forbidden Forest on a night. She entered the first grade with Hagrid, Harry, and Malfoy. She saw the killed unicorn and Voldemort inside.
Thinking of Voldemort, a little light at the end of Hermione's wand disappeared instantly.
"Hermione, think about something happy!" Harry yelled and raised his wand. He squinted in anger and wanted to see more clearly.
The dementor’s influence on him is much larger than that of ordinary people.
Harry shook his head to get rid of the faint scream that had begun in his mind.
He tried to think about the most pleasing thing: I want to live with the godfather, I have to leave the Dursley family! ! !
Harry forced himself to think of Sirius, just Sirius.
"Call the gods guard!" He began to sing loudly, "Call the gods to guard, call the gods to guard!"
Blake, who was lying behind him, shook a little, rolled over and lay on the ground, motionless, on his body, pale as if he was dead.
Harry looked at him distressed, thinking: he would be fine, he was going to live with him.
"Call the gods guard!" he shouted. "Hermione, help me! Call the guard!"
"Call the guards!" Harry heard Hermione's whisper.
The Dementors approached, less than ten feet from them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and they were getting closer and closer.
"Calling the guards!" Harry yelled, trying to stop the screams in his ears.
His wand burst into a silvery light and swayed in front of him like a fog.
There are too many dementors, and this weak resistance does not work at all. Harry felt Hermione plop and fell to his side.
He has only one person, and he is completely alone.
He can't let the dementors get close to Black, he has to drive them away and drive away the monsters.
"Call, call the gods to guard!"
Harry was kneeling on the floor, his knees touching the cold grass. The fog made his eyes blurred, and the unpleasant memories flashed in his mind. Harry tried not to think about these things. He tried to remember that Sirius was innocent and he was innocent. Everyone will be fine, Professor Lupin will return safely, Ron will gradually come over, Ai Wen will succeed in catching the little dwarf Peter, and he will live with Sirius.
"Calling the guards!" Harry gasped hard and shouted with all his strength.
At the end of his wand, white light shone, and with the glimmer of his unformed patron saint, Harry saw a dementor stop, just near him. It was watching Black behind Harry, it couldn't pass through the silver fog that Harry had, and the hand of a slender dead man slipped under the gray-black cloak.
This hand made a posture, as if to open the patron saint.
"No, don't!" Harry gasped. "You can't hurt him. He is innocent! Call and call the gods!"
He could feel that the Dementors were observing him, and he could hear the breath of their breath, which was blowing around him like a harmful wind. The guy closest to him seems to be examining him, then it raises two rotten hands and slowly puts down its headscarf
It was exactly the same as Harry who saw the dementor on the Quidditch field. There was only a thin, crusted gray skin where there should be eyes.
This layer of knotty, monotonously on the empty eye.
Below the eye is a mouth, or more accurately a hole with no shape, sucking the air with a roaring sound before death.
With this burst of air, Harry felt his soul to be sucked in.
He is full of horror, and the portrait is to be smashed, neither moving nor speaking. The next second, his patron saint flashed and went out.
The thick fog of white made him completely invisible. He struggled to get up and he had to fight.
"Call the gods guard!" In the place where Harry could not see, in the distance, he heard the familiar scream, the voice before the mother died.
Harry gasped heavily, and he fumbled for Sirius in the fog.
He found the arm of Sirius, and he held him tightly. He couldn't let the Dementors take Sirius away.
Suddenly, a pair of strong, cold, wet hands suddenly caught Harry's neck.
The dementor in front of him forced him to look up, Harry could feel its breath, he understood the other's thoughts, and it had to solve it first.
With a rancid breath, Harry heard his mother screaming in his ear, and finally, he would hear her last voice before dying.
She is calling her name, this is the last sentence of his mother before he died.
The fog was drowning him completely. Harry knew he was going to die. He was going to see his mother. He was going to reunite with his parents!
In the next second, two silver-white lights slid from the distant horizon and became brighter and brighter.
He was about to kiss Harry’s dementor and stopped suddenly. Like what happened on the Quidditch venue two months ago, it felt the danger of terror. It knew that if you don’t run away, it would be completely Disappeared in this world.
The dementor fled, and Harry felt that he had fallen forward to the grass. His face was down and he couldn't move. He shivered and barely opened his eyes.
The dazzling light illuminates the lawn around him, the screams in his ears stop, the cold feelings are dying, and everything rushes back to the dementors.
The two silver-white patrons surrounded him, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, and the snoring of the guys in the air gradually faded away.
Harry concentrated his body and lifted his head a few inches. He saw two animals in the light. They were so similar, they were all very bright, much like a horse-like unicorn, one tall and one short, and one with a thick pointed corner. The other is incomparably pure and looks like it is
They circled around themselves and flew back into the castle.
By the starlight in the sky, by the light of the patron saint, Ha and trying to see who saved himself, but the sweat blurred his eyes.
He only saw two patron saints separating over the castle, one flew into the foyer from the gate and the other disappeared into a narrow window on the third floor.
Harry didn't understand why, he felt that the last glimmer of force left him, his head hit the ground and fainted. (To be continued.)