Harder Aurora

Knowing that you don't like each other at all, why can't you save your time. "

"Yes." Charles agreed bluntly, and Alan didn't expect it to be so smooth, and his eyes widened in shock, "If Amber is willing."

Allen immediately looked like a deflated balloon, "No... no."

Charles rolled his eyes contemptuously, "That's not my fault."

There were no more boring people blocking the way, and Charles went back to the Gryffindor tower unimpeded. Speaking of which, he really missed the Slytherin dungeon, at least it was cool and clean, and his companions Not so much gossip as the Gryffindors - like now, at least 30 Gryffindors were watching him quietly, whispering.

Is this the joy of lowly people?Charles yawned tiredly, he needed coffee urgently now, by the way, no wonder his temper has been so grumpy lately, it must be due to lack of sleep.

But drinking coffee didn't go well. Seeing the expression on James sitting on the bed, Charles lost his temper completely.

"you--"

"Shut up," Charles immediately interrupted James' sex-filled questioning, found a bag of coffee powder from his schoolbag and poured it into a cup, "That's an illusion."

"That's not a hallucination, the hell," James screamed. "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Yes, he was deliberately embarrassing this boy who is not yet 14 years old.

This kind of complicated ethical issue is obviously not in James' knowledge base. He held back for a long time before saying, "You can't be a scum like your father."

"...Should I be shocked or amused...Mr. Potter is actually a scum in your eyes." Charles gasped.

"Everyone says he's a scum—that's not the point, you can't do that anyway, I have an obligation to correct you."

"Say one more word, and I'll tell your father exactly what you just said."

Sure enough, James shut his mouth. He gritted his teeth and threw a pillow at Charles, "Be a human being. Anyway, I'll take you in."

"Oh, thanks."

"Perhaps you could be more sincere," James said. "Albus is about to embark on a second project, and you shouldn't be prodding him so much."

"I was wrong." Charles said perfunctorily, if James refused to take him in, he might have to sleep in Snape's office, and he didn't want to get close to that place at all.

James gave him a blank look, and was too lazy to continue arguing with him. He was more worried about Albus, maybe the twins had some kind of unexplainable telepathy, and he could feel the intense ups and downs of each other's mood, such as now.He glanced silently at the blond bastard who started doing his homework like nothing else, poor Albus.

In the next few days, Albus and Alan took a detour when they saw him, and Charles and Amber also consciously acted in a relationship, such as eating together, attending class, and dismissing class, as for other things...Charles read Judging by the way she looked at James and Ellen's desire to kill, it was decided that it was better to stay away from her to some extent.

"He's peeking at you, master." Amber leaned close to his ear and whispered, in the eyes of others, this action was extremely intimate, and Charles immediately felt that the two gazes almost disappeared on his back.

Charles glanced back uncomfortably, Albus still didn't have a big expression, but for some reason, Charles could just feel that he was almost burning with anger, and as for Alan... oh, he always looked like this anyway Cynical look.

"Do you want to get rid of it?" Amber reached into her pocket unconsciously and took hold of her wand.

"What?" Charles was startled, and quickly put his hand into her pocket and pressed it hard, "Don't move!"

Well, it looks more intimate now.

Seemingly unable to bear it anymore, Allen lay on the table sadly.

"You hurt a pure soul," Charles said to Amber reproachfully.

"I haven't." Amber frowned seriously, as if thinking about some extremely profound question.

Albus lowered his eyelids, covered his book, and left the auditorium seemingly without emotion.

The moment of the second project came earlier than expected. Early in the morning, Charles noticed the unusual tension and anger in the air. James ran to find his brother before dawn, leaving Charles and Alan in the small room. Staring at each other in the empty space.

Even if the girl he likes is robbed, he can tolerate him sleeping in the dormitory, Charles secretly gave Allen a thumbs up, maybe Jesus is such a person.

Allen seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and he said listlessly, "I'll go first, do you want to wait for Amber?"

"Oh, no.", Charles shook his head, "She also left early in the morning, you know.", for James.

"Forget it." Allen smiled wryly, "Father is right, I am still suitable for my family to arrange my marriage when I am an adult."

It's over, Charles actually began to feel a little sympathetic to him, "Are you interested in going to the United States this summer?"

Allen raised an eyebrow, "I've been there, and Isabel went to a Muggle place to have fun, and I've been staying in the wizarding world of America."

"You should be with Isabel," Charles smiled suggestively.

Allen narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

After appeasing Allen, who was in an extremely fragile state of mind, there were no people in Gryffindor. Through the flower windows of the tower, countless students on the lawn could be seen rushing towards the Forbidden Forest. The gloomyness revealed a trace of ominousness.

After watching for a long time, Charles put on his coat, "Let's go." After thinking for a while, he turned his head and put on his schoolbag again. Charles touched the contents through the soft lambskin, and felt relieved. He put his schoolbag on his back and left the dormitory.

When the two walked halfway, they were unexpectedly stopped by Mag.

"Oh, you're here too, Mr. Field." She looked at the two boys in surprise. She had heard a lot of scandals between students, and she never thought that these two could go to the Forbidden Forest together peacefully. .

"Good morning, Headmaster," said Charles and Alan.

Thinking of her original intention of coming here, McGonagall was a little at a loss and helped the slightly crooked wizard hat. She thought it would be James, but things are always unexpected, aren't they?

"I'm afraid you have to go to the Forbidden Forest by yourself, Mr. Field." McGonagall said quickly, "Mr. Walker, come with me."

What's the situation, Charles and Allen looked at each other in confusion.

"Time is urgent." Mag waved at Allen, and Allen could only walk away obediently.

An ominous premonition welled up in Charles, "Can you tell me what happened, principal?" He hid his schoolbag on his back very slightly, and the contents inside must never be found.Taking advantage of Mag not paying attention, he cautiously cast a shielding spell on the schoolbag.

"Oh, I can't tell you, Mr. Walker." McGonagall said, she looked a little worried, "I can only say, good luck."

Before Charles could react, McGonagall drew out his wand at a speed he couldn't see, "Stunned—"

In the center of the Forbidden Forest, a stand higher than the canopy of the trees was artificially erected. Students from three schools crowded together on the stairs of the stand. Although the Forbidden Forest was still dark, it looked completely devoid of the horrors of the past. , but lively like a market.

"Have the patrol personnel been arranged?" Harry focused on patrolling all the places where accidents might happen. There were two pairs of Oros patrolling on brooms in the air. Luo Du came over, the accident of the first project could not happen a second time.

"No problem." Ron followed him loyally, "Madeleine is deep in the Forbidden Forest, and I will go to meet them later."

"Thank you," Harry nodded, and he suddenly smiled, "How is Hermione, I really miss her a little bit."

Ron's face turned red suspiciously, "Hurry up, why are you in a hurry than me."

James took a good position early because he is a family member of the Warriors, but his mood was as uncertain and restless as the gloomy weather.He lay on the side of the wooden railing of the stand, looking at a huge black misty area found by magic in the distance, and remembered what Harry and Snape had said when they were training Albus.

"Bury my most important person in the Forbidden Forest?" James still remembered Albus's frightened expression as if he had eaten shit at that time.

"Unfortunately, yes." Snape showed a rare sympathy, his eyes went back and forth between Albus and James, "and your most important person is probably, another Bo special."

"Severus, please help them." Harry's expression was not good, his two sons would be put in such a dangerous situation, he didn't even dare to let Ginny come back to Hogwarts, let her continue Take care of Caroline.

But now, the person who was buried in the Forbidden Forest was obviously not him. The more James thought about it, the more afraid he became, who could it be?He thought of the scene he saw in the corridor that day, and immediately shook his head. It was impossible. Every time the two met they either quarreled or fought, and the only times they could talk properly were conspiring to teach him a lesson.

There were more and more people in the stands, and James put on his hood annoyedly, hoping that it would protect him from the cold wind a little.

"James!" Allen pushed aside the crowd in front of him and ran to James.

Seeing him, James felt a little hope in his heart, "Why are you the only one, Charles?"

"I don't know!", the wind is getting stronger, and it is estimated that they will be drenched in water before long, "Professor McGonagall called him away!"

James buried his face in his hands, "Merlin...what can I do.", Charles still can't summon the gods to protect him, can Albus have the ability to bring both of them out intact.

Ron had just said goodbye to Harry. He looked up to see the patrol in the sky, but accidentally saw someone lying on the stands. He turned back and called Harry.

"what happened?"

"Uh, Harry, are you sure Albus can bring James out of the Forbidden Forest?" Ron pointed hesitantly at the figure he saw, "Isn't James there?"

Harry looked along his fingers inexplicably, he half-opened his mouth, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Theoretically, I'm sure."

"Actually, only McGonagall and the Goblet of Fire can be sure." Qiu walked out from the nearby woods, "For example, the principal must know why Gabriel is not here, and she must know why James is still in the stands reason."

Harry and Ron looked at her in bewilderment.

"Come on, boys." Cho stomped impatiently, "Accept it, Harry, your children are hiding a lot of secrets."

The author has something to say: Well, the concubine couldn’t end before the year, I’m overthinking it.

☆, rebirth

Looking at the pitch-black giant dome, the three young wizards couldn't help shivering. Thinking that he was the oldest, Brady braced his limp legs and took a step forward courageously. An extremely cold air flow blew out through the magic dome, and the three of them trembled again.

Agathe was so cold that she exhaled white mist. She turned her head and looked at the professors who were standing solemnly in a semicircle beside her, and found that their faces were not much better. Madame Maxime blinked at her and compared her hands. A "4" gesture.

What does it mean?Before Agathe understood this action, the salute that represented the start of the game had already fired. Olsen hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the parchment in his hand and read word by word, "In the first In the project, Brady Young's score is ranked first, and Durmstrang's warriors can enter the restricted area in advance."

Brady drew out his wand, took a deep breath, and walked into the bottomless fog first.

After Brady walked into the magic dome, there was no sound, and he couldn't even cast a ray of light.

Snape saw Albus's panic, he said flatly, "If you can't bear it, just hold on to the Galleons in your pockets, and you can come back here naturally."

"But the mission is not complete until you find your stuff and come out of the dome's borders," said Kabayev, glancing at the two children before looking away.

Then it was Albus' turn to enter, he hesitated for a few seconds at the border of the magic, and then walked in.

Agathe's heart was pounding, this level was extremely important to her, if she wanted to win the Goblet of Fire.

When passing through the dome, he was actually unconscious. Only when he entered the dark and forbidden forest did Albus feel the danger and eerieness here.Once inside, there was barely a glimmer of light, save for some unknown glowing magical creature, except for his own wand.

Albus let out a breath, the hot water vapor condensed into frost in the air, it was too cold, why was it so cold.With the slight sound of a branch snapping, Albus raised his wand violently in fright.

The magic of the fluorescent flashes was only enough to illuminate a tiny place, and Albus stretched his hand forward, so that the magic light could reach as far as possible.

All kinds of grotesque branches, frost, snow and dust in the air, it was too quiet, neither the wind sound of dementors flying nor the voice of Brady, which made Albus a ridiculous thought arise in his heart, did he Already dead, it's just a hell of hopelessness, and he can't get out of it.

Frustration, fear, and sadness rushed into his brain, and Albus couldn't help but kneel on the dirt floor, holding his head in his hands and panting hard.

The sharp pain in his knee brought back a little of his sanity.He touched his cold face, and with his left hand, he groped for a sharp object in the ground, which was a pyramid-shaped thing.

He put his wand in his mouth and dug intently.Soon, a sterling silver pyramid-shaped thing was dug out, and a pointer-shaped thing was suspended on the spire.

What's the meaning.Albus fumbled with the silverware, he cast a spell under his breath, "Secret Revealed"

Sure enough, a line of characters appeared on the body of the tower.

"Pure Land of the Far East"

Albus read these few words softly, the pure land of the Far East, does it mean the east side?He looked blankly at the darkness around him, and if he could distinguish the north, south, east, and west, there were ghosts.

"The land of the Far East symbolizes the eternal ice. Even the Muggle Napoleon the Great could only be conquered by the extreme cold in the Far East." A low voice recalled, and Albus turned around vigilantly, only to see darkness A light spot appeared in the depths, and this light spot was still gradually getting bigger.

Brady's sharp-edged face gradually became clear, and Albus let out a sigh of relief, putting down his guarded wand, "It's great to see you," he said.

Brady smiled slightly and continued, "It's useless for you to hold this silver tower."

"Why?", Albus frowned and looked at the cold silver tower in his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to grab your props, I just hope that we can exchange the things in our hands."

Albus motioned him to continue with his eyes.

Brady continued to explain, "Not only Napoleon the Great was conquered by the extreme cold in the Far East, but also the Muggle Germans a hundred years ago, so this is the knife left for me."

This didn't convince Albus, "Then what are you going to exchange for that?"

Brady sighed, "Muggle knowledge has also been added to this project. What I picked up was a stone." He took out a square-shaped stone from his pocket, and there was a deep gap in the middle. "This symbolizes the stone platform where King Arthur drew his sword. I remember that the symbol of Gryffindor is a sword, right? Then this is your guiding stone."

"You know a lot," Albus murmured, but switched quickly with Brady anyway.

Sure enough, as soon as Brady touched the silver tower, the pointer on the silver tower moved quickly, and soon stopped in one direction.

Albus looked at the four stones in his hand, and the gap in the middle also changed, pointing in the exact opposite direction from Brady.

Brady patted him on the shoulder, "See you outside, the rest of the way, we have to go by ourselves."

"Wait!", Albus called to him, "What will Agathe's thing be?"

"Who knows." Blaise shrugged, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Albus had no choice but to pull himself together and follow the guidance of the Sifangshi to move forward in the dark in the woods.

The deeper we went, the lower the temperature, and Albus couldn't help shivering all over. The abnormally low temperature only showed one thing - a huge number of dementors.

He gripped his wand tighter and extinguished the fluorescent light at the same time.Surrounded by total darkness, Albus moved as lightly as possible, trying to make his way through the faint glow of magical creatures.

"Ah——" A girl's scream pierced the silence of the woods, it was Agathe, and Albus gritted his teeth, lying on the ground.

The surrounding branches and leaves trembled, the temperature suddenly became extremely low, and the sound of cloth rubbing against the branches became louder and louder.Lots of dementors, at least 30.

Suddenly, the light was overwhelming, and Agathe summoned her patron saint, and a group of translucent blue butterflies passed through the forest, hovering over a certain place, and Agathe was protected in the circle.

Although the dementors were repelled for a while, the strong light attracted more dementors, and Albus could see countless black shadows in the canopy floating towards the place guarded by the butterflies.

Albus bit his lower lip, he couldn't leave her alone.

The light suddenly disappeared.Albus stopped abruptly, his presence the most obvious at this moment.

Before he had time to think about what happened to Agathe, Albus ran wildly in the direction guided by the square stone, and the branch moving back quickly scratched his face, but he couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would fail or die.

The darkness in the forbidden area hindered his speed, and it also hindered the dementors.

Although he felt that the danger was slowly moving away, Albus still didn't dare to stop, there were too many dangerous factors in it, he couldn't bet on it.

Unable to pay attention to his feet in the darkness, Albus felt that he stepped on the void from a solid place, and then his whole body began to fall.

He tightly covered his mouth, trying not to cry out.

Albus fell hard on a jagged rock, and he groaned, sweating profusely from the pain.

He took a deep breath, pulled off the tie and bit it in his mouth, the smell of blood gradually engulfed the small piece of fabric.

Too bad, Albus couldn't count the number of times he vomited blood since he was inexplicably selected. He thought of Charles, that blond bastard who seemed to have been in the hospital wing often inexplicably this year.

It took a while for Albus' eyes to adjust to the darkness, and he could begin to see things vaguely.

This is a dry river bed, surrounded by huge stones that have been washed round by the river water. There are more magical microorganisms here, and they converge into a bright green road in the river bed.

Intuition tells Albus that if he follows this "road", he will find what he wants.

A small piece of light suddenly erupted in the midair of the dome, and the temperature dropped drastically again.Albus covered his eyes with his hands, and after getting used to the darkness, anything slightly brighter would hurt his eyes.

It should be that Oro who was on patrol encountered a dementor. He didn't scream, and no one fell, indicating that Oro handled the accident very professionally.Albus breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to follow the greenway.

Soon, he saw a shadowy square stone platform in front of him, and an old wizard hat was placed on the stone platform.

That's the sorting hat!

Albus was excited, remembering his father saying that the Sorting Hat would bring the Sword of Gryffindor to him when Gryffindor needed it.Although he is not Gryffindor, Gryffindor is in his blood, which is the call from the depths of time.

A sharp light suddenly emanated from under the Sorting Hat, and rubies gleamed in the darkness.

Albus suppressed the smell of blood in his throat, ran to the stone platform, bent down, and the brilliant Gryffindor sword was in his hand.

At the top of the platform was a crevice that just fit the edge of the sword, and he knew what to do. Albus raised the sword high and inserted it into the crevice.

Charles couldn't understand the reason why McGonagall stunned him. He only remembered a flash of red light before his eyes, and then he appeared. This cliff that had appeared in his dreams countless times was different this time. The patron saint of the unicorn is also there, and the beautiful eyes reflect the changing aurora in the sky.

For no reason, Charles felt bad.

"Who are you?" He sat cross-legged next to the patron saint, stretched his neck and looked curiously at the dark lake under the cliff, "Why do you always appear in my dreams?"

The patron saint is not a human being, so naturally he cannot answer him.

The unicorn bent its translucent, beautiful neck to brush against his soft blond hair.

"You must have a lot to do with me," Charles said with certainty.

The surrounding grass was not very calm, every weed seemed to be possessed by a corpse, it became pitch black, and bent towards where he was.

Charles stood up a little frightened. The black grass squirmed quickly, but the black shadow touched his feet an inch before he could no longer move forward. A pair of dark red eyes rose from the darkness in the distance. Charles remembered that the face of the Dark Lord When twisted, his eyes become like this.

He bowed his head in disbelief, "Is that so? You have been protecting me."

The patron saint of the unicorn ignored him, it dissipated into a burst of white light, and quickly moved towards the depths of the darkness.

The grass at Charles' feet gradually returned to its normal color. He stared blankly at the direction where the Patronus disappeared, wondering for a moment whether he should chase after it or not.

It's a pity that God didn't give him enough time to think, a strange force shook his shoulders, the world spun in an instant, and even the starry sky began to shatter.

Albus looked anxiously at the approaching Frost, gritted his teeth and continued to shake vigorously, "How the hell could it be you, hurry up!"

After he inserted the sword into the stone platform, the stone platform split from the middle, revealing a person hidden inside, with bright blond hair, tightly holding a schoolbag that was too expensive to kill at first sight .

Before he had time to curse Merlin's unfair and vicious jokes, the crack of the stone platform seemed to shake the protective magic here, and the cold air poured in overwhelmingly, and a layer of frost instantly condensed on Charles' pale face.

Charles couldn't stand being shaken by him, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

Albus heaved a sigh of relief, didn't bother to explain a word to him, squatted down and pulled him up and shouted, "Run!"

"What - where is this!" Charles almost screamed, and Albus threw himself on his mouth tightly.

"What's going on!" He questioned Albus with his eyes.

Albus whispered in his ear, "You're so annoying, go out and explain."

Charles finally saw what the darker shadows in the darkness were, the countless dementors.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "This is the second project? Is this a murder or a so-called competition?"

"I very much doubt it's murder," said Albus quickly, pulling him up. "Don't dawdle, we have to run out to finish."

The strange thing is that even though the two of them bent down as much as possible, the densely packed dementors suddenly seemed to have a clear target and flew straight in the direction of the two of them.

Before the countless dementors approached, the air-conditioning and rancid smell they brought up had already formed an impenetrable barrier around them.

Albus' hands were trembling, and the cold sweat on his palms made him barely able to grasp the wand, and he suddenly remembered Charles' dementor physique, and he couldn't summon the guardian, which was really troublesome.Of course, he still had another choice, which was to take out the cursed Gold Gallon in his pocket and escape directly through the Portkey.

But—he assessed the distance and number of dementors. He was probably the first among the three to find them. With the victory at hand, should he just give up like this?

Charles began to feel strong discomfort, panic and despair surged endlessly, he fell softly to the ground, clutching his head in pain.

"Call God to protect you!" Albus aimed his wand at the dark sky, and the light of the patron saint was thrown into a calm lake like a boulder, creating circles of halos in the air. If it is not an emergency situation, this is really rare beautiful view.

"This is not going to work.", Albus put down his wand in despair, too much.

"What's the matter with you?", Albus gritted his teeth and lifted Charles who was still covering his forehead, and with the other hand he fumbled for the Galleon from his pocket.

He held Charles' hand tightly, "Hold on tight, let's go back."

Charles opened his eyes in a daze, and saw something seemed to be rolling down on the cliff a few meters behind Albus.

He couldn't care less about holding on to the Galleon, and pushed Albus to the side violently, but he still couldn't make it in time. The boulder hit Albus' arm that he didn't have time to retract, and he could even hear the sound of bones breaking , the Gold Gallon in his hand was knocked into the air and fell into the bottomless crevice in the river bed.

It's over, Albus turned pale with pain, looked at the broken wand in his hand, and called to Charles, "Use your wand for help! There are patrols over the forest!"

Charles stared blankly at the dementor who was extremely close, his face was pale, he turned his head to look at Albus, and suddenly made a decision.

Holding tightly the backpack he had been holding in his hand, he climbed up the low cliff and ran deep into the forest.

"...", Albus was almost so angry that he couldn't take care of himself, "Come back—come back!"

Sure enough, as soon as he ran away, most of the dementors didn't bother to think about Leabus, and pursued persistently into the Forbidden Forest. The trees they passed were covered with frost.

But even if there is only one dementor left, Albus has no ability to repel it. He looked at the three dementors that almost floated in front of him with a gray face, and decided to use the most primitive method of calling for help. "Help--"

His cry for help was obviously helpful, a group of bright blue butterflies flew out from the dense forest on the other side of the dry river bed, and penetrated the chest of a dementor at an extremely fast speed, and it was instantly torn into pieces. Two were also driven away from a distance.

"Is it Potter?" A girl's voice came from the dense forest, it was Agathe.

Albus struggled to stand up while supporting the boulder with one hand, "Karonis!"

Agathe jumped out from between the trees and landed on the river bed. Albus saw that her face was covered with mud, and only her bright eyes could be seen in the dim environment.

"Are you injured?" She not only had mud on her face, but to be precise, her whole body was covered in mud. "Have you found your mission? I haven't found it yet."

"Found it," said Albus with difficulty. "He ran in. Charles doesn't know the Patronus Charm, and he's a bit special for a dementor. Please, help him."

Agathe opened his eyes wide, "Charles Walker? My Merlin—"

"I don't know what's going on either! Don't ask me!" Albus said brokenly.

"Can you still go? I just saw that several Oro patrols were attacked. Even if I call for help now, they will not arrive in a short time. I advise you to stay with me."

"No problem." Albus said in a cold sweat.

Charles kept running away in the dense forest. The coldness and fear behind him were like tarsus maggots. As long as he slowed down a step, he would be dragged into the endless abyss.

However, his purpose is not to escape, on the contrary, this is an opportunity he has been looking for, but it is one thing to want to do this, but when he really faces this road, fear and fear swallow him like a curse It's not easy for him.

He panted against a thick tree trunk, hoping Potter didn't think he had deserted him and fled.

Charles looked down at his fingers that were blue from the cold, and didn't hesitate any longer.

Having made up his mind, he sighed and took out a dry mantis grass from the interlayer of his backpack.

It was the familiar cliff again, but this time the sky was no longer the tranquil aurora, but like those ancient abstract oil paintings, ominously distorted into a weird space, staring at the tiny human beings with claws and teeth.

Something tugged at the hem of his clothes, of course he knew who it was.

Charles squatted down and looked directly into the docile eyes of the unicorn patron saint, "Hi."

As if the air was torn apart by some external force, a dark and boundless crack opened, a huge, irresistible suction caught everything in this world, mountains, rivers, castles, and rivers all melted under this huge force , converging into a slender ray of light and drifting towards the bigger and bigger cracks.

Charles was also pulled into the air at this time, he looked at the patron saint who had been surrounding him with moist eyes, "gohome—"

Agathe was as flexible in the forest as on the ground, and Albus, with a broken arm, barely followed her in pain.

"It's getting colder," said Albus.

Agathe stopped suddenly, she wiped the frozen mud on her face, "Merlin..."

Albus looked at the horrible scene in front of him, and he remembered that Harry told him the story of fighting off 13 dementors when he was 100 years old, "their figures almost blended with the trees in the Forbidden Forest, too many , too fast, even if you are not attacked, you will feel suffocated just by seeing it."

And here is a scene like this, with countless dementors swimming in a circle not far away, like some kind of poisonous sea creature, there are so many of them that Agathe and Albus can't even look at them. Not sure what happened inside.

"Call the gods to protect you!", Agathe shouted, and her butterfly was summoned again. The beautiful butterfly drove away a lot of dementors, and now they could see what was in the circle. A blond boy looked down Lie on the ground, not knowing whether to be dead or alive.

But their futile actions attracted at least half of the dementors. They were about to retreat, but they found that their way was also blocked.

Panting, Agathe took out her Galleon and shouted to Albus, "You get out, get out and get someone to save us."

"No!" Ah Bu refused without thinking.

"Can I say I'm doing it for extra points?" Agathe was so terrified that he laughed instead, "Gabriel has already gone out, and I turned back just for extra points, so don't bother me. "

The dementors didn't give them any more chances to say goodbye. A monster with sharp nails suddenly grabbed Albus's shoulder from the side. Albus didn't even have time to scream, and was pressed against the tree trunk by a burst of force. The dementor opened its rotten mouth to his face, greedily sucking his soul.

"No!", Agathe called the Patronus back to drive away the monster on Albus, but there was a gap in her back, and a pair of cold and wet hands wrapped around her neck.

At this moment, the surging dementors suddenly froze for a moment, and Charles, who had been turned over by the dementor, suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at the man lying on him with his pupilless eyes. monster.

His lips were slightly parted, and the light gray smoke that originally represented the color of the soul was replaced by a stream of bluish light, disintegrating the dementor's corrupt body at a speed invisible to ordinary people.

It exploded, and an unstoppable wave of powerful magic vaporized the corrupted creatures one by one in a bright blue light.

Agathe and Albus fell to the ground at the same time, and they had to cover their eyes with their arms due to the strong light. Through his fingers, Albus saw the blond boy who was lying on the muddy ground slowly stand up, Yes, that's a very beautiful, Patronus unicorn.

Immediately afterwards, he and Agathe passed out.