This Hogwarts is not normal

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

And tonight, they all appeared outside the school.

McGonagall and Lupine cast the Patronus Charm when they rushed over, but Snape was full of gloating.

Even with the two patron saints of cats and wolves joining them, the dementors that were knocked away continued to rush towards the ground like crazy even though they were covered in holes.

Sirius was half kneeling, holding down Peter Pettigrew's head with one hand, and holding a wand in the other hand to command the big dog Patronus.

The target of the dementor army is him, but he doesn't want to surrender.

After finally catching the real betrayer and finally meeting his godson Harry, he still had many, many things he wanted to do.

A wave of magic spread out from the tip of the red oak staff, and the size of the big dog patron saint suddenly expanded.

It roared, tearing apart the Dementor in front of it with its claws.

Hermione was also resisting with difficulty.

Unlike Vincent, she was completely unaffected, and her pale face was full of stubbornness.

When McGonagall and Lupine arrived, the dementors had already rushed to their heads.

"Harry? Ron?" Lupine rushed to the two of them anxiously.

This was not the Quidditch match. The Dementors had already identified Sirius's traces, and they all attacked with all their might.

Harry and Ron were in very bad condition, their bodies were trembling, their lips were trembling, and they were about to lose consciousness.

Lupine touched his pocket, took out a chocolate bar and broke it in half.

"Professor Lupin! Watch your back!"

As soon as Vincent's reminder was spoken, a dementor that broke through the defenses passed through Lupine's chest.

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

"Huh-huh God's Guard-" Harry raised his wand and drove it away with a weak silver light.

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

Lupine shook the chocolate in his hand, "I'm fine, thanks to Harry casting the Patronus Charm in time."

When the two of them finished eating the chocolate, his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

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

He looked in the direction with the most Dementors and recognized the half-kneeling figure next to Mag.

And Peter Pettigrew lying on the ground.

"Black!" Snape's cold voice sounded.

Sirius paid no attention to him, focusing all his attention on the Dementors.

Snape slowly raised his wand, and Lupine immediately rushed over.

"You bastard, you are in this situation now, and you still can't control your emotions!"

Lupine stood in front of Sirius, "If you don't want to help, just stand aside! Don't even think about making a sneak attack while the chaos is happening!"

People tend to only like what they see, even if Peter Pettigrew is already sufficiently suspicious.

Snape's expression was gloomy and he stared at Sirius's face with hateful eyes.

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

Kill the betrayer with your own hands and avenge Lily.

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

Snape closed his eyes, as if remembering something.

His expression became increasingly painful, and the hand holding the wand continued to tremble.

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

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

But soon, he saw clearly the face standing next to Lu Ping.

"Potter..."

Harry, who had just relaxed, became nervous again.

The dementor army was still attacking. If Snape had any bad intentions, the defensive line that was struggling to maintain might collapse in an instant.

He opened his hands, his face full of stubbornness.

"Huh -" Snape sneered, as if he had no intention of continuing.

Seeing this, Lupine had no choice but to return his attention to the dementors.

Maybe it was a stalemate for too long, they were hovering on Sirius's head, fearing that a big wave was coming.

Suan Ni, peacock, big dog, wolf, cat, plus Harry's weak light group, all blocked the black tornado they formed.

The moment it hit the patron saints, it seemed to be squashed and turned into a big net.

The five intact patron saints blocked the attack and quickly gained the upper hand, temporarily resolving the crisis.

After gaining some time to breathe, Sirius quickly lifted 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 raise his head higher and closer to the dementors.

"Just wait for me! I will personally take you to that hellish place!"

An angry Sirius threw him to the ground.

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew was dying, no one present showed any sympathy.

Betrayed the Potters, blew up half the street, killed 12 innocent Muggles, framed Sirius, and hid in the Weasley family in disguise...

These crimes combined will definitely earn you a passionate kiss from a dementor.

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

His eyes, blurred by blood scabs, could only vaguely see Sirius' 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 that everyone's attention was on the dementors, there was still a chance to get the wand and escape.

But with his current physical condition, let alone standing up, he couldn't even reach out.

To live, we must live, even if it is even more difficult to survive.

The Dementors' attack came again, this time they divided into several teams to surround the patron saint.

This is an opportunity, a fleeting opportunity.

The few courages in this life drove Peter Pettigrew to make a spell-casting gesture and uttered a very simple spell.

"Wingardim Leviosa——"

The wand belonging to Wales slowly floated up.

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

"You!" Sirius staggered and turned around to find that he had already picked up the wand.

"Ahem—" Another large mouthful of blood spat out.

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

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

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

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Starting from the tip of the staff, a roaring sound was sounded simultaneously with the appearance of orange-red light.

This time the explosion was much smaller, but after all, it still had the amplification of black magic and was still astonishingly powerful.

Sirius, who was closest, only had time to tackle Harry.

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

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

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