Chapter 914

"Buzz -"

It was a severe tinnitus caused by a terrible scream.

If the approach of Dementors will bring despair to everyone, what this roar of hitting the soul gives to everyone is a blank that seems that even despair will not come again.

At the moment Kingsley shouted "be careful", the monster that had just floated again suddenly opened its mouth, and the terrible howl washed away towards the Auror and batters opposite.

At that moment, even freina and little Victor, who were far away on the roof of the building, felt a chill from their hearts, straight back of their heads and goose bumps all over the floor.

But the good thing is that they are a little far away, so at least they are conscious. To say that those Aurors who directly bear it with the front have mostly appeared in a trance state at this time.

"Spiritual magic... This is ancient magic..."

It can be seen from here that Kingsley's mental level is obviously higher than others. Even though he was equally close, he could barely keep his thoughts running.

The judgment he said showed his solid skill in magic theory.

But even so, Kingsley, who is a little superhuman and first-class, can't help holding his forehead with one hand, revealing the pain and struggle on his face.

The monster's roar was obviously more terrible than before.

"Call God's guard!"

Kingsley endured the severe discomfort and waved his wand to read the mantra.

Then, a silver white light emerged from the tip of his staff, and a vortex was formed in the twinkling of an eye. At the next moment, a silver cat like a cheetah jumped out of the vortex and flew straight to the monster not far away.

That is his patron saint. The specific image is a lynx. It is vigorous and powerful.

However, for ordinary Dementors, the patron saint curse is indeed like a natural enemy, but will it also have amazing effects for the monster who seems to look like Dementors?

Kingsley had no idea.

"Oh! It is worthy of Mr. Kingsley shaker to summon such a solid patron saint!"

On the roof here, frenaton exclaimed.

And in the next second.

"Bang!"

The lynx patron saint castrated and fiercely came to the monster and rushed up without hesitation. Immediately, the monster was knocked upside down and flew more than ten feet, and then fell back to the ground again in an unstable suspension.

However, the heavy fall did not cause much damage to it. When the patron saint of lynx rushed at it, it had quickly climbed up.

"Bang!"

Seeing the hateful patron saint relentlessly pursuing again, the monster raised his hand and waved at his waist.

This time, it was the patron saint of lynx that flew out with a heavy pat.

But fortunately, the patron saint is different from the monster. Such a pure energy body has no real injury and death.

As soon as it was photographed, it turned around quickly and entangled with each other fearlessly.

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"That's... What's the matter? What's that monster doing?"

If you look at it from the wizard's perspective, Kingsley's patron saint fought with the monster. Silver white and gray black frequently crisscross, which is thrilling and exciting.

But if you look from the eyes of little Victor on the roof here, the scene seems to be a translucent monster dancing happily on the spot, which will not only make people feel inexplicable, but even make people laugh.

Because, like the patron saint, a magic product shaped by the wizard's spirit and condensed by pure magic, is the most difficult "specialty" in the magic world for Muggles.

"Oh... That's the patron saint summoned by Mr. schacker, fighting with the monster, but you can't see the patron saint." freina kindly explained.

However, the answer to a question usually brings more surprises and questions.

"'summon the patron saint '?" little Victor rubbed his dizzy head and said in surprise. "Can you wizards really summon something else? What's the patron saint? Is it a dragon? Or an angel?"

"No, no, it's not really a 'call', but a manifestation of spiritual will..."

Freina tried to explain the principle, but subconsciously thought about it, but she soon found that it was difficult for her to explain the truth.

Obviously, it is very difficult to explain the principle of magic with a Muggle who knows almost nothing about magic. Only when a wizard really understands the essence of magic can he tell the profound theory in a simple and understandable way.

But her little secretary, who has just entered the practice of the British Ministry of magic, is much worse.

"Oh! I realized how difficult it is to be an educator..." freina thought for a moment and couldn't help sighing. "No wonder Mr. McLean didn't comment on such a brilliant position as the Minister of magic... It turns out that a knowledgeable professor is the most indispensable in the magic world!"

"... he seems really great when you say so," little Victor couldn't help echoing.

Unfortunately, if freina knew that Maka had been planning to resign, she was afraid that she would end her pursuit of stars on the spot.

Then, when little Victor, who had not been answered, began to think about the "patron saint", freina around him suddenly looked surprised and poked out some more.

The place freina sees is naturally the square below.

"Look! Mr. schacker woke up his colleagues and everyone began to cast the patron saint curse!"

As she said, when Kingsley found out that his lynx patron saint could barely entangle the monster, he immediately took out a small magic medicine bottle hidden inside his robe.

Then he quickly removed the cork and hurried back and forth between other Aurors and batters.

He shook the magic medicine to refresh his mind under the people's noses, and first selected a group of members who had not been knocked down by the previous scream to dispel their discomfort one by one.

Although the howling of the monster also implies an impact on the soul, which is a wound that can not be relieved by this magic medicine, it can at least restore the operation of some people's thinking.

At present, he can't deal with that monster alone.

Therefore, when he awakened several subordinates in a row, members with the same experience immediately drew gourds and summoned their respective patrons.

Not everyone can learn the patron saint mantra, especially the cohesion of the patron saint.

But they are Aurors after all, and some of them even deal with black wizards. Like this kind of typical black magic defense magic spell, they are naturally free.

Several silvery white light and fog splashed out on the square, followed by all kinds of patrons rushed around the monster and joined the silver lynx who was still struggling alone.

After that, as Kingsley awakened more and more people, the patron saint began to increase. Seeing that the response worked, Kingsley himself could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, he knew from the beginning that it must have been Maka's hand - the kind of magic that would freeze things mercilessly in an instant. He had never seen a second wizard use it.

Just because of this, he would never dare to do it easily before.

Now, when he saw that the patron saint spell could really work, he was a little relieved... Although the effect was obviously not as good as when dealing with ordinary Dementors.

Gradually, the monster was suppressed by many patrons. The only thing that makes Kingsley a little worried is that no matter how the patrons attack, they can't cause substantial damage to each other.

No, maybe it's not the only thing he's worried about.

"Where's Marca?"

While controlling his patron saint and cooperating with everyone to limit the movement range of the monster, Kingsley was secretly worried.

Earlier, when dealing with Voldemort, he cooperated with Maka many times, so he knew Maka's habits better.

Like now, Maka just lost a magic and didn't show up again. There is a great possibility that the guy has already left here and gone somewhere else.

However, what is it that makes the young strong man who replaced Dumbledore as the new pillar of Hogwarts go in such a hurry?

Kingsley felt a little numb at the thought that perhaps when a large group of them worked together to deal with a monster, a much more terrible disaster was happening in another place.

He was not worried that the monster in front of him could not be dealt with by himself, that Maka might encounter danger, or even that there might be vicious friction between the Muggle world and the magic world.

What he is worried about is that "everything depends on Maka to be busy alone". This situation will become a fact.

Dumbledore was like this in those years, but the gap between Dumbledore and their group has not been obvious to the extent of Marca, so few people noticed it.

But now, the intensity of some crises in the magic world is really too high... Once Marca can't hold on one day, his fall must symbolize the advent of a great disaster.

If there is no change in this state, no one dares to imagine what the magic world will be like in the future.

Suddenly, Kingsley took a deep breath, but he waved his wand forward, and the silver light on the lynx patron saint burst out.

But in the next moment, the monster swung his arm with a backhand, and then saw the silver glittering lynx fly upside down.

Kingsley's dark face tightened more and more.