Beast of a Thousand Touches, Troll of the North Sea!

The tentacles boiled, and countless tentacles struck the patronus that Ewen had incarnated, vowing to tear it to shreds.

Even though the tentacles that entered the light mist have been blurred, and some of the tentacles have dissipated, the North Sea Giant Demon ...... No, the despicable Helpo, who controls it, doesn't care at all.

It didn't care about the losses at all, it didn't care what kind of damage the North Sea Monster suffered.

Or maybe it knew, knew what Evan and Dumbledore were going to do, but it was going to stop what was coming.

It will do everything in its power to destroy Aven's Patronus, desperate to stop him.

It was a battle in which neither side could retreat but advance until the other was eliminated.

It's either life or death, everything comes to a critical moment.

The dark wizard's brain was now more like a parasite, it was parasitic on the North Sea Troll, and it was so deeply integrated with it that it became one.

This makes the North Sea Monster a new evil god, an evil god like no other, with unparalleled physical attack power and mental power.

In the silver mist, the tentacles turned into a black mist, but the thicker tentacles behind followed one after another, until they finally inserted into the Patronus.

As he was thrust, Evan felt a tingling pain, and his consciousness retreated from the Patronus into himself.

Consciousness was in a trance, and Ai Wen's whole body was trembling, and his nerves followed his heart.

"Calling the gods to protect them!" he ignored the pain and hurriedly controlled the patronus who was about to dissipate.

In front of them, the lake had turned into a tentacle hell, and countless tentacles squirmed and boiled, shaking to their heart's content.

Between the countless tentacles, Aven's patronus was torn apart, and energy was constantly torn off.

The originally huge panther was like a kitten compared to so many tentacle clusters.

Weak, pitiful and helpless, like a boat in a storm, it could perish at any moment.

The Patronus is made of energy, but the tentacles of the North Sea Monster can wreak havoc on it, tearing it apart without hesitation.

On the side, Harry summoned his Patronus to assist Aven, but soon, its Patronus was torn apart and vanished without a trace.

It didn't last even a second, and even if he was using the Patronus Charm, it wouldn't help, and he couldn't even summon the Patronus.

Harry fell to his knees, pale, and looked like he might faint at any moment.

All the joy in the air vanished, and the atmosphere was like thousands of Dementors were there.

Evan thought as he felt colder and colder, the cold he felt from fear, an effect peculiar to the appearance of Dementors.

As he thought so, terrible memories began to appear in his head, and all the adventures he had experienced over the years, the enemies he had encountered, all turned into nightmares in Aven's mind, he gasped, and then he found that the picture in front of him began to change!

Those boiling tentacles morphed into Dementors, Dementors without cloaks.

Here they are!

Goo-goo-goo, goo-goo-goo!

The rest of the lake was boiling, and a lot of black particles were coming out of it.

They are all Dementors, and when they leave the water, these particles quickly transform into Dementors.

Happiness is far away, terrible memories are emerging.

Sickly churning tentacles, crusted and rotting bodies, a soulless shell, but these are not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is the mouth of the Dementor.

It was irregularly shaped, breathing hard, greedily devouring the scattered energy, with all the courage, hope, joy, and thinner and thinner air.

That's not all, these are no longer enough to satisfy the North Sea Trolls and Dementors, what they want to devour most is their souls.

They can't take it anymore and want to devour all their energy, flesh and soul!

The icy mist reigned again, but this time it was no longer a positive energy that made people feel happy, but an aura of despair.

The sound is gone, the senses are gone, and even the colors are gone!

Now, all that's left here is repression, fear is everywhere, despair and madness are boiling here.

Darkness becomes the only color in the space, courage and hope dissipate, and nothingness gradually takes over the heart.

Evan struggled to fight, to maintain his shattered Patronus, but he became less and less motivated to fight.

Under great fear, he knew that he was about to reach his limit, and he had reached the limit in every aspect.

Evan struggled to keep his Patronus alive and turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood still, his eyes closed, his right hand holding his wand across his chest.

Quiet, calm and peaceful.

As always reassuring, he didn't seem to be aware of what was going on around him.

But the incantation in his right hand was flowing rapidly, reflecting that his heart was not at peace.

Evan didn't know what Dumbledore was preparing or how long he had to prepare, and he tried his best to control the Patronus to buy time.

Time passed, and the past second seemed like a century.

Finally, Aven's shattered Patronus was no longer able to stop the advance of the hordes of tentacles and dementors, and they were coming at the three of them.

The oppression hit, and this time there was no Patronus in the middle!

Suddenly, Dumbledore opened his eyes, his azure gaze glittering with icy anger.

He flicked his wand and vanished from place.

Evan paused for a moment, and hurriedly turned to look at the tentacle cluster and thousands of Dementors in front of him.

In the midst of these ugly and twisted monsters, he sought out Dumbledore's figure.

No loud noises, no brilliant colors, not even magical reactions.

But the moment Dumbledore disappeared, everything changed.

Time seems to stand still in this second, and the picture is frozen here in a predominantly black and white tone.

Aven's eyes widened, and he felt like he was frozen in frame.

Then, he saw a dark green from the edge of his field of vision, expanding outward little by little.

It was the center of the tentacle cluster and the Inner Soul Army, where the Twin Snake Staffs were located.

It's slow, but the dark green halo is really spreading, and it's very steady, even if there are countless tentacles and Dementors in front of you.

At the center of it all, Dumbledore appeared next to the twin serpent staffs, which he slowly grasped with his right hand.

The two green pythons wrapped around the shaft of the staff opened their eyes, and the sleeping beast awakened, bursting out with amazing power.

Centered on Dumbledore, who held the scepter, a dark green aura of energy spread outward, destroying everything it touched.

From Aiwen's point of view, he saw that a stream of dark green gradually replaced black and white in his sight, becoming the only color in the world.

This aura was made up of countless dark green incantations, culminating in the shape of a door, a door to another dimension......