Chapter 445: Gryffindor engages with the three giants

Is there anyone else here?

Sirius looked around for a while, and he didn't see any figures, but it's not like Peter himself is convulsed!Updated chapters at novelhall.com

Just when Sirius hesitated, the wind was loud outside the window, and the biting cold gradually invaded from all directions...

"Why do you suddenly become so cold?" Ron trembled, and Sirius's face changed drastically.

"No, those dementors are coming, hurry up!" Sirius looked at Harry and the others and hurriedly urged.

"But... what do you do?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Don't worry about me, I have been in Azkaban for more than ten years, and I am familiar with them..." Sirius pretended to be relaxed, waved his hand to let them leave.

Harry wanted to say something, Hermione pulled him by the arm and ran him, Ron picked up the invisibility cloak that fell on the ground and threw it on everyone.

It’s just that they acted a little bit late. At this point of delay, a group of hungry dementors have floated from the door...

They can’t wait to get ready to enjoy the food, but their keen senses easily perceive the strangeness in the rooftop. In the world of gray tones, various emotions are constantly emanating from three places.

And in their memory, there should only be two criminals in the rooftop!

Harry and the others in the invisibility cloak held their breath nervously and moved cautiously towards the door, but unfortunately the dementors had already surrounded them.

The long-lost sense of fear came to his mind again. Harry seemed to hear Voldemort’s laugh again and the painful wailing of a witch before his death. He gritted his teeth, sweating on his head but was not in a coma like before. past.

A dementor quickly floated in front of them, and the panic gradually spread in the hearts of the three of them. Harry desperately recalled the scenes of learning the patron saint in his mind, and remembered the words Ivan once said. ...

The mystery of the Guardian God spell is to condense the positive emotions with magic and transform them into power!

Dementors are nothing to be afraid of. They are like intelligent creatures, and they are afraid of powers stronger than themselves...

Sirius slowed down, staring at the white shadow blankly, muttering something in his mouth, his dark eyes turned to look at Harry but it seemed as if he was looking at another person.

After Harry helped Sirius relieve the danger, he hesitated for a while, and let his patron saint help disperse the dementors near Peter.

"What are you doing for him? What if he is killed by a dementor..." Ron asked very puzzled.

"These dementors are already crazy, what if they kill Peter?" Harry explained.

The fact is just as Harry said, the dementors who were already lacking control rioted and became more and more radical.

Harry and the others feel that they have been in a big disaster and don’t know what to do now...

Sirius came back to his senses at this time, so that they didn't need to worry about themselves anymore and rushed out directly after wearing the invisibility cloak.

Harry was still hesitating, he was worried that after he left, these dementors would vent their anger on Sirius.

"The Dementor doesn't have the guts to do anything to me, but if you don't leave, the Auroma guarding below is coming up! Go!" Sirius shouted again.

Harry just nodded He gritted his teeth and summoned the patron saint of the stag back, drove his way ahead, and rushed out of the observatory with Ron and Hermione.

Dozens of dementors gathered from all directions, and Harry was exhausted while maintaining his patron saint.

Fortunately, Hermione would also have a patron saint. Although she could not summon her patron saint yet, she could share part of the pressure for him, allowing Harry to persist.

"Hu... God... Hushen guard! Isn't that correct?" Seeing his two friends are so powerful, Ron also wanted to make a contribution and learn how to cast spells like the two of them. .

But such a high-level spell can't be mastered for a while, no matter how hard Ron tried, the wand did not respond.

The dementors drifting around from nowhere, even slapped Ron's wand to the ground, rolling to the side.

"No! My wand!" Ron yelled, wanting to run back to pick it up, but what broke him even more was that a dementor who happened to pass by picked up his wand directly.