Time goes back a little over an hour to the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

After the violent explosion, Harry and Hermione struggled to get up from the ground, the impact of the explosion made them feel pain, and Evan had chased Peter Pettigrew into the Forbidden Forest, where the two of them were the only ones.

Ron and Sirius Black fainted, and Black was bleeding.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione said in despair, looking at the Forbidden Forest uneasily, "Evan ran in after that guy!"

"We'll have to get the two of them to the castle first, Sirius needs to be treated, and then tell who to save Aven!" Harry said sharply, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

Then, he saw the Dementors approaching.

Almost instantly, the center of the field became foggy and the temperature plummeted.

Harry felt as if he had entered a cold room, the fog obscuring his vision.

He saw more and more Dementors being used from the darkness on all sides, and it seemed as if they had spotted Sirius Black.

They were excited, rotting limbs sticking out of their tattered black robes.

They're surrounding

Hermione raised her wand and tried to summon a physical Patronus, the end of her wand glowing white but unable to condense.

There were so many Dementors that the stacked fears were about to condense into substance.

Hermione couldn't think of anything happy in her head, she was worried about Aven, he was chasing Peter Pettigrew alone, what if something happened?

In the Forbidden Forest at night, there are many hidden dangers.

She thought about the only time she had entered the Forbidden Forest at night, as soon as she entered it in her first year with Hagrid, Harry, and Malfoy, and she saw the slain unicorn and Voldemort inside.

Thinking of Voldemort, the slight light at the end of Hermione's wand instantly dissipated.

"Hermione, think of the glad things!" Harry shouted and raised his wand, blinking furiously to see better.

The influence of the Dementors on him is much greater than that of ordinary people.

Harry shook his head to get rid of the faint scream that had begun in his head.

He struggled to think of the most pleasing thing: I was going to live with my godfather, I was leaving the Dursleys!!

Harry forced himself to think of Sirius, only to think of Sirius.

"Divine Guardian!" he began to chant loudly, "Divine Guardian, Divine Guardian!"

Blake, who was lying behind him, shuddered, rolled over, and lay motionless on the ground, covered in blood, and pale as if he was dead.

Harry looked at him distressedly, thinking: he was going to be fine, and he was going to live with him.

"Divine Guard!" he shouted, "Hermione, help me!"

"Divine Guard!" Harry heard Hermione's whisper.

The Dementors approached, less than ten feet away from them. They formed a solid wall around Harry and Hermione, and they were getting closer

"Divine Guard!" Harry screamed, trying to stop the screams in his ears.

His wand emitted a silver ray of light, swaying in front of him like mist.

There were so many Dementors that this weak resistance didn't work. Harry felt Hermione pounce and fall beside him.

He's only one man, fighting alone.

He couldn't let the Dementors get near Black, he had to get rid of them, drive the monsters away.

"Hoo, hoo god guard!"

Harry fell to his knees, his knee touching the cold grass. The fog blurred his vision, unpleasant memories flashed through his mind, Harry tried not to think about them, he tried to remember Sirius was innocent, he was innocent. Everyone will be fine, Professor Lupin will return safely, Ron will gradually get better, Evan will succeed in capturing Peter Pettigrew, and he will live with Sirius.

"Divine Guard!" Harry shouted as he gasped desperately, exerting all his strength.

A white glow came from the end of his wand, and with the glimmer of his shapeless Patronus, Harry saw a Dementor stop, very close to him. It was staring at Black behind Harry, unable to cut through the silver mist Harry, a slender dead man's hand slipping out from beneath the gray-black cloak.

The hand made a gesture, as if to remove the patronus.

"No, don't!" Harry gasped, "you can't hurt him, he's innocent!

He could feel the Dementors watching him, and he could hear their breathing, which was blowing around him like a noxious wind. The guy closest to him seemed to be surveying him, and then it raised its two rotting hands and slowly lowered its turban

Identical to the Dementor Harry had seen on the Quidditch field, with only thin, crusted gray skin where there should have been eyes.

This layer of scabs is monotonously covered by empty eye sockets.

Underneath the eye is a mouth, or more precisely a shapeless hole, that sucks in air with a pre-death roar.

With this gust of air, Harry felt his soul being sucked in.

He was so frightened that he could neither move nor speak, as if he were about to be paralyzed. In the next second, his Patronus flickered and went out.

The white fog made him completely invisible, and he struggled to his feet, he had to fight.

"Hoo God Guard!" Out of Harry's sight, in the distance, he heard the familiar scream, the voice of his mother before she died.

Harry gasped heavily, fumbling in the fog for Sirius

He found Sirius's arm, and he held him tightly, he couldn't let the Dementors take Sirius away.

Suddenly, a pair of strong, cold, wet hands suddenly grabbed Harry's neck.

The Dementor in front of him forced him to look up, Harry could feel its breathing, he understood what the other man was thinking, it had to deal with itself first.

With rancid breath, Harry heard his mom scream in his ear, and finally, he would hear her last voice before she died

She was calling her name, which was his mother's last words before she died.

The fog was completely drowning him, and Harry knew he was going to die, he was going to see his mother, he was going to be reunited with his parents!

In the next second, two silver-white rays of light slipped from the distant sky, getting brighter and brighter.

The Dementor who was about to kiss Harry stopped suddenly, and as had happened on the Quidditch field two months ago, it sensed the horror of danger, and it knew that if it didn't run away, it would disappear from the world completely.

The Dementors fled, and Harry felt himself fall forward to the grass, his face downward, too weak to move, and he shivered and barely opened his eyes.

The dazzling light illuminated the lawn around him, the screaming in his ears had stopped, the cold feeling was fading, something had driven the Dementors back.

Two silver-white Patronus surrounded him, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, one after the other, and the rattling sucks of the creatures in the air faded away.

Harry concentrated his strength and lifted his head a few inches to see two animals in the light, they were so similar, both bright, very much like horse-like unicorns, one tall and one short, one with thick sharp horns on the top of his head, the other so pure that it looked like it

They circled around themselves and flew back into the castle.

By the starlight in the sky, by the brightness of the patron saint, Ha He tried to see who had saved him, but sweat blurred his eyes.

All he saw was two Patronus deities parting over the castle, one flying through the gate into the foyer, the other disappearing into a narrow window on the third floor.

Harry didn't understand why, he felt the last of his strength leave him, his head hitting the ground, and he fainted. (To be continued.) )