This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Dementors are a British feature, and there are 257 of them in total.

And tonight, they all appeared outside the school.

McGonagall and Lupin cast the Patronus Charm when they hurried over, and Snape was full of gloating.

Even with the addition of the cat and wolf Patronuses, the Dementors that were beaten away continued to rush to the ground like crazy, even though they were full of holes.

Sirius was half-kneeling, holding Peter Pettigrew's head tightly with one hand, and commanding the big dog Patronus with the other hand.

The target of the Dementor army was him, but he didn't want to surrender.

It was not easy to catch the real betrayer, and it was not easy to see his godson Harry. He still had a lot of things he wanted to do.

A wave of magic spread out from the tip of the red oak stick, and the size of the big dog Patronus suddenly expanded.

It roared and tore the Dementors in front of it with its claws.

Hermione was also struggling to resist.

She was not completely unaffected like Vincent, and her pale face was full of stubbornness.

When McGonagall and Lupin arrived, the Dementors had already rushed to their heads.

"Harry? Ron?" Lupin ran to the two anxiously.

This was not the Quidditch match. The Dementors had already determined Sirius's whereabouts and all used their full strength to attack.

Harry and Ron were in a very bad state, trembling all over and shivering lips, and they were about to lose consciousness.

Lupin touched his pocket, took out a piece of chocolate and broke it in half.

"Professor Lupin! Watch out behind you!"

As soon as Vincent's reminder came out, a Dementor that broke through the defense line passed through Lupin's chest.

A cold and evil breath instantly spread throughout his body, and Lupin stared at the empty face in front of him.

"Hu-- Patronus--" Harry raised his wand and drove it away with a faint silver light ball.

Vincent ran to the three of them, "Professor Lupin, are you okay?"

Lupin shook the chocolate in his hand, "I'm fine, thanks to Harry's timely casting of the Patronus Charm."

When the two ate the chocolate, his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

The Dementors just reminded him of bad memories, and the originally tall wolf Patronus shrank by half.

He looked in the direction where the Dementors were the most, and recognized the half-kneeling figure next to McGonagall at a glance.

And Peter Pettigrew lying on the ground.

"Black!" Snape's cold voice sounded.

Sirius didn't pay any attention to him at all, and all his attention was focused on the Dementors.

Snape raised his wand, and Lupin rushed over immediately.

"You annoying guy, now it's like this, you can't control your emotions!"

Lupin stood in front of Sirius, "If you don't want to help, stand aside! Don't think about sneaking in the chaos!"

People are often only willing to see what they see, even if Peter Pettigrew is already suspicious enough.

Snape's expression was uncertain, and his eyes full of hatred stared at Sirius's face.

For twelve years, he had been waiting for this day to come.

Kill the betrayer with his own hands and avenge Lily.

Such an obsession is too deep and cannot be easily given up.

Snape closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something.

His expression became more and more painful, and the hand holding the wand kept shaking.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes.

His throat rolled, and he lowered his wand and whispered a name.

But soon, he saw the face standing next to Lupin.

"Potter..."

Harry, who had just relaxed, became nervous again.

The Dementor army was still attacking. If Snape had any bad intentions, the defense line that was maintained with difficulty would probably collapse instantly.

He opened his hands, his face full of stubbornness.

"Huh--" Snape sneered, and it seemed that he had no intention of continuing to take action.

Seeing this, Lupin had to turn his attention back to the Dementors.

Perhaps because the stalemate lasted too long, they hovered over Sirius's forehead, and they were afraid that a big wave would come.

Suanni, peacock, big dog, wolf, cat, and Harry's weak light ball, all blocked the black tornado they formed.

At the moment of hitting the Patronus, it seemed to be flattened and turned into a big net.

Five complete Patronus blocked the attack respectively, and soon gained the upper hand and temporarily resolved the crisis.

To gain a little breathing time, Sirius quickly lifted up Peter Pettigrew's bloody head,

"Do you feel it! I have been tortured by them all the time these years!"

Peter Pettigrew let him grab his hair like a rag doll, and raised his head higher and closer to the Dementors.

"Just wait! I will send you to that damn place with my own hands!"

The angry Sirius threw him heavily to the ground.

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew was dying, no one present showed a trace of sympathy.

Betrayed the Potters, blew up half of the street, killed 12 innocent Muggles, framed Sirius, hid in disguise at the Weasleys' house...

All these crimes combined would definitely earn him a hot kiss from the Dementors.

"Ahem..." Peter Pettigrew coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His eyes, blurred by blood scabs, could only vaguely see Sirius's angry face.

He moved his fingers and used all his strength to look at the wand that fell not far away.

That was his only hope. Now everyone's attention was on the Dementors, and there was still a chance to get the wand and escape.

But in his current physical condition, he couldn't even reach out his hand, let alone stand up.

Live, must live, even if it's more lingering.

The Dementors' attack came again, and this time they were divided into several teams to surround the patronus.

This was an opportunity, a fleeting opportunity.

The few courages in his life drove Peter Pettigrew to stumble and make a spell gesture, and recited a very simple spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa--"

The wand belonging to Wells slowly floated up.

Peter Pettigrew pushed his hand towards Sirius with red eyes, and his whole body rolled over.

"You!" Sirius staggered, turned his head and found that he had picked up the wand.

"Cough cough--" Another mouthful of blood spit out.

"Severus!" Without Mag's reminder, Snape had already pointed the wand at his back.

With Peter Pettigrew's poor physical condition, it was impossible for him to cast a particularly powerful magic.

But everyone ignored his will to survive, and the terrifying aura of black magic spread instantly.

"Thunder Explosion!"

Starting from the tip of the wand, a roar sounded at the same time as the appearance of orange-red strong light.

This time the explosion was much smaller, but after all, it was also amplified by black magic, and the power was still amazing.

Sirius, who was closest, only had time to pounce on Harry.

Everyone was affected by this sudden blasting spell, but the Dementors were not affected at all.

They flew into the billowing smoke, greedily absorbing those precious memories and positive emotions.

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