Back to the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest more than an hour ago.
After the violent explosion, Harry and Hermione struggled to get up from the ground. The huge impact of the explosion caused them pain all over their bodies. Ivan had already chased Peter Pettigrew into the Forbidden Forest, where only the two of them were there.
Ron and Sirius Black passed out, and Black was bleeding.
"What should we do?" Hermione said desperately, she looked at the Forbidden Forest uneasily, "Ivan ran after that guy!"
"We have to get the two of them to the castle first, Sirius needs medical treatment, and then tell who to save Ivan!" Harry said hurriedly, brushing his hair away from his eyes.
Then, he saw a dementor approaching.
Almost instantly, the center of the field became foggy and the temperature plummeted.
Harry felt as if he had entered a cold room, fog obscuring his vision.
He saw more and more dementors approaching from the darkness on all sides, and they seemed to have spotted Sirius Black.
They agitated, rotting limbs protruding from tattered black robes.
they are surrounding
Hermione raised her wand and tried to summon a physical Patronus. The end of her wand emitted bursts of white light, but they couldn't condense into shape.
There are too many dementors, and the superimposed fear is about to condense into substance.
Hermione couldn't think of any happy things in her mind. She was worried about Ivan. He went to chase Peter Pettigrew alone. What if something happened
In the forbidden forest at night, there are many unknown dangers hidden.
She thought of the only time she had ever entered the Forbidden Forest at night, when she entered it with Hagrid, Harry, and Malfoy in her first year, and she saw the unicorn and Voldemort killed in it.
Thinking of Voldemort, the light at the end of Hermione's wand disappeared instantly.
"Hermione, think happy!" Harry cried, raising his wand, blinking furiously to get a better view.
The influence of dementors on him is much greater than that of ordinary people.
Harry shook his head to get rid of the faint scream that had started in his head.
He tried to think of the happiest things: I'm going to live with Godfather, I'm leaving the Dursleys! ! !
Harry forced himself to think of Sirius, and only of Sirius.
"Call for the Guardian!" He began to chant loudly, "Call for the Guardian, call for the Guardian!"
Black, who was lying behind him, trembled, rolled over, and lay motionless on the ground, bloodstained all over his body, his face was so pale that he seemed to be dead.
Harry looked at him distressedly, thinking: He'll be fine, and he's going to live with him.
"Guardian!" he yelled, "Hermione, help me! Guardian!"
"Guardian!" Harry heard Hermione whisper.
The dementors were closing in, within ten feet of them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and they were getting closer
"Guardian!" Harry yelled, trying to stop the screaming in his ears.
A silvery ray of light emanated from his wand, waving in front of him like fog.
There are too many dementors, this weak resistance is useless at all. Harry felt Hermione plop down beside him.
He was alone, and he was fighting completely alone.
He couldn't let the dementors get close to Black, he wanted to drive them away, drive this group of monsters away.
"Call, call God's guard!"
Harry knelt down, his knees touching the cold grass. Harry tried not to think about the unpleasant memories that kept flashing through his mind as the fog blurred his vision, and he tried to remember that Sirius was innocent, that he was innocent. Everyone will be fine, Professor Lupine will return safely, Ron will gradually get better, Ivan will successfully capture Peter Pettigrew, and he will live with Sirius.
"Guardian!" Harry gasped desperately, shouting with all his strength.
The end of his wand glowed white, and by the glimmer of his formless Patronus Harry saw a Dementor stop, very close to him. It was watching Black behind Harry, it couldn't pass through the silver haze that Harry emitted, and a slender dead hand slipped out from under the gray-black cloak.
The hand made a gesture, as if to push the patron saint away.
"No, don't!" Harry gasped, "You can't hurt him, he's innocent! Ho, hoo God protector!"
He could feel the dementors watching him, and he could hear the rattling of their breathing, which blew around him like a noxious wind. The one closest to him seemed to be examining him, then it held up two rotting hands and slowly lowered its hood
Exactly the same Dementor Harry had seen on the Quidditch field, with only thin, crusted gray skin where there should be eyes.
This layer of scabs monotonously covers the empty eye sockets.
Below the eyes is a mouth, or rather a shapeless hole, sucking in air with a dying roar.
With the gusts of air, Harry felt his soul being sucked in.
He was full of terror, as if he was going to be paralyzed, he could neither move nor speak. In the next second, his patron saint flickered and went out.
The white fog blinded him completely, he struggled to his feet, he had to fight.
"Guardian!" Out of Harry's sight, in the distance, he heard the familiar scream, it was the voice of his mother before she died.
Breathing heavily, Harry groped his way through the mist to find Sirius
He found Sirius' arm and he held him tight, he couldn't let the dementors take Sirius away.
Suddenly, a pair of strong, cold, wet hands suddenly strangled Harry's neck.
The dementor in front of him forced him to look up, and Harry could feel its breath. He understood what the other party was thinking, and it wanted to get rid of itself first.
With fetid breath, Harry heard his mother screaming in his ears, and finally, he would hear her dying voice
She was calling her own name, the last words his mother said before she died.
The fog was engulfing him completely, and Harry knew he was going to die, he was going to see his mother, he was going to be reunited with his parents!
In the next second, two silvery-white lights slid over from the distant sky, getting brighter and brighter.
The Dementor, who was about to kiss Harry, stopped abruptly. Just like what happened on the Quidditch field two months ago, it felt the terrible danger. It knew that if it didn't run away, it would be completely Disappeared in this world.
The dementor fled, and Harry felt himself fall forward onto the grass, his face down, too weak to move, he was shaking and barely opened his eyes.
Blinding lights lit up the lawn around him, the screaming in his ears stopped, the cold was fading, and something drove the dementors back.
Two silver-white Patronuses surrounded him, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, one behind the other, and the rattling and sucking sounds of those guys in the air gradually faded away.
Pulling his head up a few inches with all his strength, Harry saw two animals in the light, they were so alike, both bright, like unicorns with horselike bodies, one tall and one short, one with a thick, pointed horn on top of its head , and the other is so pure that it looks like
They circled around themselves and flew back into the castle.
With the starlight in the sky and the brightness of the patron saint, Hahe tried to see who saved him, but his eyes were blurred by sweat.
He saw only the two Patronuses parting over the castle, one flying through the gate into the hall, and the other disappearing through a narrow window on the third floor.
Harry didn't understand why, he felt the last of his strength leave him, and he hit his head on the ground and passed out. (.)