Vol 2 Chapter 267: Powerless to resist

　　 "ExpectoPatronum (hushen guard)!"
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
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The misty silver light sprinkled the space here with a reassuring color. Just by the lake in the Forbidden Forest, Harry and Fanlin wanted to protect Sirius.
The dementors obviously wouldn’t let them go. Sirius was lying there. They only needed a light kiss, without much effort. In Sirius’s state, they just didn’t need any effort at all to take Sirius’s Everything is taken away, his magic, his life and his soul.
However, what made them feel extremely annoyed was the two little ghosts in front of them. Their wands emitted a light that disgusted them so much that they could not get close here.
The dementors made a scalp-tingling sucking sound. That was their attack method, the dementor's kiss, and everything around seemed to be sucked into the abdomen by these dirty and terrifying creatures.
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
...
When Fanlin cast a patron saint curse again, his physical patron saint only rushed out less than six feet and dissipated into the air. The silver ferret turned into a little silver light slowly falling on Sirius. Body.
"Damn..." Fanlin muttered, squeezing the magic power in his body frantically.
However, his magic power is like a lake. He has exhausted the last traces of water in the lake, and what is exposed is the dry valley bottom of his lake, but the soil is slightly moist.
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
Harry tried his best, he could not condense a complete body patron saint, his patron saint curse was only able to emit a cloud of white light, he could not knock the dementors back at all, he could only bear Can resist the advance of the Dementor.
"How about you Fanlin?" Harry said anxiously. Originally, his back was given to Fanlin, but he noticed that the silver-white ferrets that had been running around had disappeared for a long time. , He had to expand his defense area.
Harry held the magic wand in his hand tightly, and as his wrist rotated, his original patron saint curse expanded to cover all three people, using his magic wand as a fulcrum to form a huge white ball.
This seemed to work well, at least when it was just formed, the chill around Harry disappeared in an instant.
"Not so much..." Fanlin said weakly. With his fist, he slammed a dementor attached to the patron saint curse. He felt like he was hitting the iron wrapped in fur. On the board.
"My magic power has almost bottomed out..." Fanlin clutched his arm, and his arm was a little numb just now.
"...It's okay, I can...I always want you to protect me, it's also full of sorrow..." Harry pretended to say lightly, but never let go of the wand in his hand. He calmly strengthened his magic power. Output, but he did not control the guardian scope of the guardian spell to expand further.
It is useless to expand. Without the patron saint of flesh, Harry can't push these dementors away. He can only silently protect the places where a few people live, so that he can persist for a longer time.
Harry didn't know that this thought he came from was probably out of trust in his companions, but when he came, no one except Fanlin noticed the Dementor. So, could he wait for the rescue?
This is obviously a very serious problem. Every time he thinks of this, Harry can't help but feel bitter.
Fanlin had lost his power, he wanted to buy more time for Fanlin to recover.
However, the idea is always so beautiful, the restoration of magic power, and the arrival of rescue, seem so cruel in reality.
Harry could clearly feel that the magic in his body was passing by, like a deflated balloon.
Every time the dementor hits or absorbs the barrier created by Harry, the light of the patron saint enchanted by Harry will dim.
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
"Expecto...ExpectoPatronum (calling to guard)..."
The patron saint curse kept chanting from Harry's mouth, but the light he could create was getting dim.
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
The silver-white patron saint appeared again, and the ferret symbolizing hope only smashed into the air with four dementors.
But this also made Harry's eyes no longer black and heavy, but the gap only appeared a little, and then it was filled with new dementors.
They were already surrounded by dementors in all directions. Fanlin saw that the dementors used their bodies to form a solid wall outside of them, and Fanlin could no longer see the surrounding trees.
The dementors surrounded the two people, like a black fortress, covered with a layer of icy frost.
Fanlin saw that Harry's body had become a little rickety, this was the constant flow of Harry's magic and physical strength.
Finally, at the position where Fanlin's eyes could reach, the barrier that Ha used his magical power to construct was broken by the dementor with his arm.
Immediately afterwards, these cracks began to spread to the surroundings. The magic barrier was like a piece of transparent glass at the moment, so his collapse became out of control.
However, the complete smashing of the magic barrier did not make a sound like glass. It was more like a bubble that was punctured, making a popping sound.
Fanlin saw that Harry wanted a hurried remedy, but it was of no use. Harry was now in the same state as his. The silver light wafting from the tip of the wand could not be used by hundreds of dementors.
"ExpectoPatronum!" Fanlin yelled unwillingly, but it was useless. Harry's time was too short, and a silver light gleamed from the front of his wand. It is like a cluster of flames, constantly escaping in the air.
Suddenly, there was a thumping sound coming from behind Fanlin. It was Harry. He couldn't stand his whole body anymore, and Harry fell to the side of Sirius.
His wand was still unwilling to emit the silver magic fire, but it didn't help much.
Harry’s wand was still bursting with silver-white light, but the light was not enough to make the dementor retreat. Harry saw a dementor lower his head, and a burst of light came from under his black-gray turban. With horrible suction, Harry saw something passing through Sirius. Then Sirius groaned in pain, even if he was in a coma, he couldn't resist the pain caused by this passing.
"No..." Harry said weakly, "No, don't... don't... no... it's not him... please, let him go..."
But the dementors didn’t mean to listen to Harry’s boring explanation. In their world, there are too many begging for mercy. There are so many prisoners in Azkaban. Suck some... soul.
"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"
Fanlin's wand strenuously emitted a hazy silver-white ball of light, which hit the dementor who was sucking Sirius. But it didn't help much, the dementor only stepped back a little, and then pounced back.
Harry seemed to want to follow suit. He raised his arm laboriously, the light of the patron saint curse was faint to the extreme.
With the glimmer of his shapeless patron saint, he saw a dementor stop, very close to him. It cannot pass through the silver mist that Harry emits. A slender dead man's hand slipped out of the cloak. This hand made a gesture, as if to pull away the patron saint.
"No—no—" Harry panted, "He is innocent, and he beckoned and guarded by God—"
He could feel that they were watching him, and he could hear their breathing, which was blowing around him like a harmful wind. The guy closest to him seemed to be investigating him, and then it raised two rotten hands-and put down its headscarf.
Where there should be eyes, there is only a thin, crusted gray skin ~ EbookFREE.me ~ monotonously covering the empty eye sockets.
But it has a mouth...a shapeless hole, sucking air with the sound of a throat before death.
It turned out that the face under the turban was not the kind of pale and serpent-like face. In fact, few people had seen the face of the Dementor, and they couldn't remember it.
Harry was full of horror, and he seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move or speak. His patron saint flashed out.
Immediately afterwards, the familiar feeling of coldness once again fell on him. This was a terrifying energy. On the Hogwarts Express, on the Quidditch court, the Dementors liked to attack him.
According to what Professor Lupin said, there are too many terrifying things in his mind. It is a good ingredient for dementors.
Harry only felt that his five senses were constantly passing by, and his hands began to become cold.
"No..." In a daze, Harry heard Fanlin's cry.
Fanlin shook his wand vigorously, but this time he couldn't even emit light. He put down the wand and started attacking the dementor with his hands.
But his power was so small that he couldn't drive the Dementor away from Sirius and Harry.
The Dementors didn't attack him, they crossed Fanlin and rushed straight on Harry and Sirius.
　　
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