Vol 2 Chapter 268: Bells

Fanlin only felt that his soul was about to be frozen, and the coldness and silence of the dementor's kiss eroded his soul all the time.
Of course, this was not the most miserable. Harry kept making painful noises under the dementor's mouth. I don't know when Harry became the target of the dementor's attack.
However, no one can save them now. They persisted for a long enough time, but no one came here. The three of them seemed to have been forgotten.
"Quickly get out of me!" Fanlin said. He worked hard, as if he wanted to cast a spell, but the dry lake could not bring him any magic.
The white mist raised in front of Fanlin's eyes, which made him lose his surrounding vision. The hard resistance finally made him usher in the attention of the dementors. They were about to act on him. Fanlin could clearly feel the emotions and other things in his body that were constantly passing by. The suction was not strong, but it continued. , He must fight, he must find a way to cut this connection.
Call God to guard)!"
Fanlin yelled as he tried to recall the mirror image of the first time he cast the Guardian God spell.
But under the influence of the dementor, his memory became less clear, and Fanlin's heart began to panic.
Call God to guard)!"
Fanlin said unwillingly that he would think hard about his friends, Hermione, Harry, and even Ron.
Suddenly, the image of Hermione in Fanlin's heart was slightly enlarged. This was the power the girl gave him, but it was very unrealistic. The magical lake had dried up, and he didn't know what he should give.
However, this is not the time for him to think about it at ease. He chanted the spell hard, and the spells that he usually casts proficiently have become so obscure at the moment.
"Ex... (Call God to guard)!"
The familiar silver light returned to Fanlin again, which made people feel very warm, but there was a sharp pain in Fanlin's body, dried up and cracked, and the spirit of Fanlin seemed to burst. .
The silver light of the Patronus Curse successfully dispelled the dementors beside him, Fanlin gritted his teeth, and there was some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He bit his lips, which seemed to give him some strength.
He used his wand to control the hard-earned patron saint of flesh. His patron saint kept circling outside, and he controlled the patron saint to expel the dementors lying on Harry and Sirius.
However, the mist around here did not dissipate, Fanlin's palm lit up with a blue curse, and the ice shell slowly enveloped the three people.
But this didn't last long. A gray arm smashed the ice shell he had built.
Fanlin raised his head with difficulty, his patron saint was still rushing outside, but a more brutal look appeared in front of him.
His patron saint is too weak, the patron saint who originally played the role of hunter is surrounded by five or six dementors.
They kept trying, and finally, a stronger-looking Dementor stretched out his gray arm, and in just one click, the patron saint of Fanlin was completely torn apart, and they began to the scattered patron saint fragments.
The patron saint is a beautiful combination of human wizards. These are the food of the dementors. The patron saint who is barely condensed has no effect in the face of so many dementors.
Fanlin snorted, and the curse was fed back to him, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.
The surroundings are foggy, and Fanlin can't see it again... In the distance, he heard the familiar scream... Call God... the guard... He groped for Harry in the mist... found his arm ...They can't take him away...but a pair of strong, cold hands suddenly strangled Fanlin's neck. It forced him to look up... he could feel its breathing... it had to get rid of Fanlin first... he could feel its rancid breath... Voldemort's terrifying face... the giant monster... and Her mother's trembling voice... she will be the last voice he heard... Then, the fog was drowning him, and he thought he saw a silver light, brighter and brighter...
That seems to be whose patron saint... Fanlin silently thought that he hadn't been completely in a coma. He saw a blue light bead floating in Sirius’ mouth, which seemed to be the crystallization of Sirius’ life. His soul.
However, the light bead did not drift far, it was undulating up and down in the air, and the light of the misty patron saint curse seemed to press the light bead back into Sirius's body.
However, this seems a bit reluctant. There are too many dementors. Even though this patron saint curse is very powerful, it keeps driving the dementors out, but these dementors always rush back unwillingly. With.
Fanlin struggled to support his body. He seemed to want to see who the patron saint was releasing, but the light was too bright. So that he could not see anything else at all.
It seemed to be a boy standing on the other side of the lake. His patron saint was a stag, and circles of silver light spread out from his patron saint.
His patron saint is very powerful, he can drive so many dementors out.
However, his patron saint was not strong enough, he could not completely injure the dementors, all he could do was to keep driving the dementors outward.
However, this did not last long, and the dementors kept breathing in, and they made a terrifying screeching sound.
Fanlin saw another person stand up, and that person raised his hand as a patron saint curse, and the misty white light merged into the stag, which seemed to form a war of attrition, depending on who could not hold on first.
However, although the dementors were restrained, their number was too much.
Fanlin is a little desperate~EbookFREE.me~ He doesn't know who is on the other side of the lake, but this level is obviously not enough to help them get out of the predicament before their eyes.
Fanlin looked at the sky feebly, the dementors were still rushing inward, and they kept hitting with their bodies.
Suddenly, Fanlin felt that the distant sky was a little bright, it seemed that the moon reappeared in the sky, and the light was a little distant, which looked very unreal.
Then, a vast bell seemed to come from the end of the light.
Fanlin's heart seemed to miss a beat, and the sound of the bell entered his heart, as if it shook around his soul.
Before Fanlin had time to look twice, he fainted after the bell sounded. His body was very warm, and it seemed that someone had fallen on him.
　　
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