"Yes, yes~ That's how it should be done!" Lupin wore a gas mask crookedly, looking at the pickled rain of flesh and blood belonging to the Dementors not far away, and laughter came out of it a little muffled: "These extremely evil creatures should not exist in this world!"

Then, under the effect of the excessive amount of elixir of joy, the professor waved his wand abnormally excitedly: "Calling God Guard!"

A silver spark erupted, followed by a faltering light. Happiness is the most fundamental power to cast the Patronus Charm, and although Lupin's happiness is a bit morbid at the moment, it has to be said that the amplification effect brought by a large number of potions is also very effective.

Professor Lupin made an unprecedented effort, and a silver-white wolf finally poured out of the tip of the wand that belonged to Voldemort. It flung its claws and ran forward, retreating everywhere it passed.

The cold and dead silence that enveloped the Dementors throughout the ship had dissipated considerably, and Roger could feel his body warm. Although this level of heat and cold didn't affect him much, he could always feel that these emotion-devouring monsters around him would pull something out of his body with every breath, which was quite uncomfortable.

"Well done, crush them!" Roger roared with a wild laugh. With the protection of the Patron Deity, the efficacy of the Elixir of Joy has become somewhat superior.

"Hah! that's exactly what I'm going to do~" Lupin said triumphantly, directing his wolf-shaped Patronus with his wand to rush left and right in the Encirclement of the Dementors.

The Professor expected to be confident, but with so many Dementors, a single Patronus would not be able to inflict much damage on them, let alone be replaced by a wand that resisted his use.

Relying only on the potion to drive the Dementors away, and even out of the Patronus's reach, these evil creatures have sprung up again... Like Roger, the deck they were on.

Moreover, the unintelligent professor didn't care about the situation in his position at all, and only happily controlled the silver Eurasian wolf to have fun in the group of Dementors.

The peculiar coldness and happiness were sucked again, Roger glanced back at Professor Lupin, who was in high spirits, and withdrew the bazooka with a sigh of tooth, truth and justice are still letting this group of dementors feel it later, and the first priority is to get ashore quickly.

The white mist between the Patronus and the wand ensured that the Dementors would not be too close to the dementors and would have to wander around the deck of the ship.

Roger, whose IQ is at a normal level, has not forgotten the purpose of their visit. Pulling out his wand and slapping the hull, the old three-masted sail literally made a crisp and ominous clicking sound as if it had become an old man's joint, heading towards the island where Azkaban was.

The word "hit the rocks" flashed through Roger's mind, and he quickly climbed onto the side of the ship to look out to sea, and found that the black water had formed a thin layer of ice under the cold air brought by hundreds of Dementors.

Seeing that it was not a rocking ground, the boy also relieved his wand and tapped the boat again, although the ice was very thin, but unlike traveling on the water, the horizontal resistance was still obvious, so he controlled the boat to turn around on the spot first.

After adjusting his bearing, Roger leaned on the side of the ship, controlling the ship's branches, and from time to time he looked up to see the Patronus surging around in mid-air... After several twists and turns, things are still on the right track.

But before the thought was spinning in his head for a few seconds, Professor Lupin's normal mood with an urgent roar sounded in his ears: "Be careful, I can't hold it anymore, this wand is resisting me..."

As he spoke, the silvery-white Eurasian wolf that was scattered around like a husky suddenly flickered a few times as if it was running out of power, and writhed unwillingly in the air and disappeared under the joint gaze (perception) of everyone and the Dementors.

Resisting the user's wand will greatly reduce the effect of the magic, and Lupin is able to summon a full Patronus relying entirely on the effects of the Elixir of Joy. The excessive amount of Joy Elixir is consumed by the Patronus Charm and the Dementor's sucking, and the effect of reducing intelligence is extremely short-lasting.

"Ah~ The IQ-reducing plug-in expires?" Roger took advantage of the fact that the Dementors had not yet swarmed to arrive, and unhurriedly stopped his magic, and threw a small box containing a dozen Joy Potions from Pandora to the professor: "Drink the Wisdom Reduction Potion to renew your plug-in~ I'll buy you some time." ”

As he spoke, the Pandora's box in the cargo's hand was deformed, and the suitcase instantly turned into a stout bazooka, like a huge stick in his hand.

"I don't have a place to find a sword, but it's okay to give you a taste of the truth with a stick..."Roger grinned under his mask and strode forward, the barrel of the cannon sending a dementor that pounced on Professor Lupin flying from the bottom up.

And subconsciously caught the potion box thrown over, Professor Lupin, who was covered by the mask, looked at the potion in his hand for several seconds, and then took off the gas mask, grabbed the three tubes with a generous and righteous expression, raised his head and drank it into his stomach.

The feeling of having a forced reduction in IQ is really prohibitive, but in this urgent situation, either he drinks or Roger comes to drink, and someone must stop this group of Dementors, otherwise they may not even be on the island where Azkaban is located, and they will have to be consumed to death on the ship.

After all, no matter how many elixirs of joy there are, there will be times when they run out, and no matter how thick the gas mask is, it can't resist the loss of one's emotions and despair. The final consequences can be imagined, and after running out of ammunition, the two of them fell to their knees under the Dementor's small mouth, shivering.

Choosing between the suffering of the students and the suffering of himself, Professor Lupin hesitated and poured the potion into his mouth. Growing up with discrimination and injustice, this man who has become a werewolf since he was a child can't do this kind of thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to himself.

Roger, who was using a stick to make the Dementors know where the truth was, didn't notice it. And according to the bastard nature of this thing, even if Lupin refuses to drink it, he will definitely be forced to pour it in. Choosing between others being uncomfortable and being uncomfortable himself, Roger must choose the one he is comfortable with.

After drinking the potion, Lupin put on his gas mask again, and during the time when the medicine had not yet worked, it was difficult for him to summon even an incomplete silver-white mist.

After all, the happiness given by the elixir of joy is not a feeling from the heart, and after being in this false emotion for a long time, the hollowness caused by the disappearance of the effect makes him feel no happiness at all.