Chapter : Sheet 411 Unity is strength, persistence is victory!

The substance that constitutes the patron saint is the positive power in the wizard's heart, which happens to be the food for the dementors.

It's just that under normal circumstances, the form of the guardian deity condensed by wizards is extremely solid and not easy to break.

But the situation was different at this time. Umbridge's fragile soul was not enough to support her patron saint to deal with the large number of dementors, so it seemed that it would easily collapse.

After successfully dissolving the protection of the patron saint curse, the dementors were so excited that they squeezed in front of Umbridge, sucking the last courage and courage in Umbridge's heart with their hollow mouths. hope...

"Hushen guard... Hushen guard!" Umbridge shouted hoarsely while holding up his wand, wisps of white light wafting from the top of the wand, but couldn't condense the guardian **** just now.

A dementor bravely rushed in front of her with a white light. Umbridge was shocked. She waved her wand and was about to fight back, but in the next second, the wand was withered and rotten by the dementor. The palm fell to the ground.

Losing the wand, Umbridge seemed to have lost his last sanity, waving his arms frantically in an attempt to drive away the dementors by physical means, cursing incessantly. "Get out...you dirty bastards, get out of me!"

Umbridge's words not only did not work, but completely angered these evil creatures. The surrounding dementors took off their hoods and revealed that terrible face.

The closest dementor even knocked Umbridge into the ground, a face already stuck...

Seeing here, Ivan knew that this farce was almost over. Professor McGonagall might learn some lessons from Umbridge because of his dissatisfaction, but it would never be possible to sit back and watch her die here...

Sure enough, standing not far away, McGonagall, who seemed to be able to barely protect himself from a group of dementors, finally got serious after seeing this scene.

The light mist that enveloped the whole body suddenly expanded several times, and the nearby dementors flew out one after another!

"ExpectoPatronum! (Holy guard)!" McGonagall waved his wand to point to where Umbridge was, and a beautiful, mighty tabby cat flew out from the top of the wand.

And you just said that they are employees of the Ministry of Magic, very obedient and safe? Don't you, as a special investigator of the Ministry of Magic, have no ability to control them? "

McGonagall's sarcasm made Umbridge angry and angry, but he didn't dare to refute.

Of course she could see that McGonagall's move was intentional, but now they are surrounded by dementors. Umbridge was afraid to provoke McGonagall, so she could only suppress the anger.

Ivan, who watched this scene from high in the sky, felt amused, but also thought about how it should end now.

He fanned the dementors to riot, on the one hand, he wanted to get away with this, and on the other hand, he hoped that the Ministry of Magic would pay attention to the strangeness of these dementors and bring the contradiction to the face of it!

Lest the Ministry of Magic pretend to be an ostrich and ignore the Dementors anomalies like the original time and space, until these evil creatures joined Voldemort's command and liberated a large number of Death Eaters, the Ministry began to regret that it did not pay attention to it before.

And now, Ivan can tell from the horrified look on Umbridge's face that she has deeply realized the horror of the Dementor, and believes that this old woman will probably react to the Ministry of Magic well after returning.

But how to leave the field makes Ivan a little bit difficult These dementors are all around here, and he sneaks away by himself is too conspicuous...

When Ivan was hesitating, he saw a few white lights and shadows in the distant castle galloping over here, rushing into the black space made up of dementors, and smashing a large number of dementors. Retreat...

For a time, the air was full of dementors' wailing, and from time to time, dementors were shot out in disarray.

Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the abnormality here has caught the attention of other professors. Ivan decisively seized this opportunity to evacuate and shouted in the surrounding of the dementors.

"My compatriots! Persevere, unity is strength, persistence is victory!"

After shouting, Ivan pretended to be brave and rushed towards McGonagall’s patron saint, and then pretended to be hit by a heavy blow, drifting into the small woods not far away. It changed back to its original appearance in an unpopulated place.

Looking at the side-to-side battle in the sky, Ivan sighed sighfully. Looking at this posture, I knew that the dementors must be finished, but I don’t know how the Ministry of Magic will deal with them...