Dumbledore is old!

Harry thought so.

Although his magic is rarely surpassed.

But more importantly, his heart is no longer young, no longer vibrant, and no longer vigorous.

He prefers stability and no longer seeks thrills.

He was like a round ball with its edges and corners smoothed, and if he were shown the ambition he had made when he was younger, he would surely blush.

......

Harry returns to Hogwarts.

The night sky is full of dark clouds, and there are no stars in sight.

Those damn Dementors were still floating in the clouds.

Somewhere in the castle, there are still lights.

A figure could be seen standing in front of the window, looking out.

But nothing else.

Harry walked to the middle of the castle and looked at the sky, a hole in all directions, like a frog trapped in a well.

Harry knew Dumbledore was thinking a lot.

He looked at his head and tail, unwilling to completely tear his face with the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.

If Dumbledore had stood here as a young man, he would have pointed at the old Dumbledore's nose and cursed.

But Harry didn't care.

The Dementors honestly stayed outside the school, but they actually attacked Zhang Qiu.

Hehe......

The distressed old man withdrew his gaze from the Dementor and saw Harry below—and just watched.

Harry had raised his wand and pointed it at the Dementors in the sky.

He was curious to see what the Patronus he summoned would be, as he had never used Patronus magic.

The patronus spirit of general summoning is formed according to the psychology of the summoner, and everyone is different.

At the same time, summoning gods is not immutable, but that situation is relatively small.

......

Harry said, "Call the gods and call the guards." ”

A brilliant silver light appeared.

Both the old man and the boy stared dumbfounded, as the boy summoned the Patronus.

That's no ordinary patron saint.

Have you ever seen a patronus saint tens of meters high?

A silver, illusory figure appeared beside Harry.

He was dozens of meters high, and the height of the floor where the old man was only reaching the legs of the white light and shadow.

More importantly, this patronus is Harry himself.

It seems to be carved out of a mold, but it has been magnified dozens of times.

The hair, the facial features, the flowing magic robes on the body, all the same.

Inside the body, the stars are dotted, outlining the connection, and "he" looks up at the dark sky.

Harry looked strange.

He had absorbed some unknown power in this world, but that power seemed to have no effect other than being extremely lethal to the soul body.

Moreover, the wizarding world has never heard of a wizard discovering or studying this power.

It seemed as if only Harry could discover and master it.

After making sure that it was not the same thing as the magic consumed by mana, and that it had nothing to do with it, Harry forgot about it.

Harry analyzed that maybe it was just some kind of radiation, or some kind of microscopic energy in the universe.

Unexpectedly, just when he used the "Patronus Spell", the power in his body suddenly reacted, and all of it poured out, and with the magic power consumed by the magic, this unique Patronus was constructed together.

Harry touched his chin and looked at the huge silver transparent figure surrounding him, thinking: Could this be the legendary Heaven and Earth Phase?

But I didn't practice it, I practiced Western magic.

While Harry was still wondering why his Patronus was so peculiar, his Patronus had already moved.

The Patronus was summoned by Harry, so he naturally obeyed Harry's orders.

"He" and Harry are in the same mind, or rather, this is part of Harry's consciousness, but it is conjured up in another form, and "he" certainly knows what his mission is.

The Patronus stretched out his hand and stared at the Dementors in the distance.

The Dementors' position is actually higher, and the Patronus can't reach that height.

But it was as if the Dementors had been pulled by some kind of qi machine, and they all gathered together uncontrollably, stirring in the sky with the wave of the Patronus's arm.

The wind and clouds are rolling.

And then there was a shock.

To use a very vivid analogy, the night sky in the sky is like a pot with seaweed egg drop soup, the dementor is the seaweed floating in the pot, and the hand of the patronus is a colander, stirring it in the pot a little twice, and then all the seaweed is fished out, leaving only the clear soup base.

So all the Dementors in the sky were destroyed, and there was not a single one left.

Even the dark clouds were stirred to pieces, and the clear night sky and the white moonlight appeared.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore with an arrogant look in his eyes, as if to say, "I Harry Potter killed the people you Dumbledore didn't dare to kill, and I Harry Potter took care of the things you Dumbledore didn't dare to take care of." In a word, I will take care of what Dumbledore can manage, and I will take care of what Dumbledore can't!

......

Monday.

School is noisy and busy again.

The students, who had never had a heart or lungs, quickly recovered from yesterday's discomfort.

Please, this is the wizarding world, do you want to let them have a psychological shadow for the rest of their lives?

What is their daily routine? Face to face with ghosts every day, and even learning magic is in danger of exploding.

What happened if I was scared by the Dementors.

But more importantly, someone casually looked at the sky in the morning, and then was shocked to find that the Dementors they had been using for months were all gone!

So after a long time of silly opening his mouth, he opened his throat and shouted, "Oh my god! The Dementors are gone! Look at it!"

"Phew, liar. I don't believe it, they were fine last night. His classmate said.

He said anxiously: "I didn't lie to you, I don't believe you look up, just look up!"

"Sample, do you want to take the opportunity to kiss me?" said his classmate.

He looked depressed: "Aren't you a man?"

His classmate said, "Wouldn't I be more dangerous?"

He said, "Merlin is on top, and I am definitely not telling half a lie. ”

"Okay, then I'll see. ”

Then, his classmate looked at the clear sky without impurities, and was stunned for a moment.

He opened his throat and shouted, "Oh my God! The Dementors are gone!"

Ten minutes later, all the students who had not yet left the tower knew about it.

......

It was Professor Snape's Potions class in the morning.

Snape didn't look good all the time, and it was no wonder that they had lost their Quidditch match in Slytherin yesterday, and it would be strange if he could be happy.

But after Neville accidentally blew up a huge, slippery crocodile heart, and dropped some debris into the cauldrons of several nearby students, contaminating their potions, Snape finally had a smile on his lips.

He said happily: "Gryffindor, deduct fifty points!"

Neville: "......"

......

At lunchtime.

Hermione and Harry sat together.

"Tweet, tweet......"

"Goo-goo-goo-goo......"

Hundreds of owls flapped their wings and flew in from the entrance above the auditorium.

An owl flew up to Harry's table, stood on the table, flapped its wings twice, and looked at Harry quietly.

The pattern around the owl's eyes is two circles, which look like a pair of glasses.

Hermione was surprised and said, "Harry, someone actually mailed you something. ”

This was no wonder Hermione was surprised, as she had barely seen anyone contact Harry.

Harry had already guessed who it was.

He took a newspaper from the owl, and an envelope.

The spectacled owl spreads its wings and flies away again.

Hermione opened the newspaper.

It's the Daily Prophet, and the date is today.

The front page is occupied by an article, which is usually only the case for big events.

The first thing Hermione saw was a shocking image in the center of the section: a burly man with an evil face, half of his face shrouded in darkness, he was none other than Fudge, and below him, a horrible group of Dementors seemed to worship him.

Harry glanced at it and nodded inwardly: the PS technology in the wizarding world is still good.

Tsk, poor Minister Fudge.

Know that this photo is not made out of nothing.

Rather, during the summer vacation, when Minister Fudge went on a tour of Azkaban, he was photographed appearing at the same time as the Dementors.

But after a slight change from the "person with a heart", it became a dark photo.

Of course, compared to what is said in the article, this photo is not worth mentioning.

......

Hermione glanced at the envelope in Harry's hand.

The good-looking brow suddenly frowned, and said, "You have the smell of another woman's perfume on you." ”

Harry: "Ha???"

Hermione said, "In the morning, I smelled a faint smell of violet perfume on you, but I thought it was from Professor Snape's basement. ”

"But now ......"

She sniffed the purple letter in Harry's hand, leaned over Harry and asked, sniffing from her chest to her leg.

Harry's face turned blue, as if the woman Rita was holding her thigh yesterday and trying to tempt herself, but why couldn't she smell it at all.

"You smell the same as this letter!" said Hermione, swearing.

Astoria also asked suspiciously, "Brother, where did you go last night?" I woke up and didn't find you, so I had to sleep with my little cutie in my arms. ”

“Duang！”

Deadly chicken!

Hermione read the letter and saw a sentence.

It begins: "Dear master. ”

"Your Humblest Servant, Li......"

Harry pinched the letter in his hand, and a green flame ignited, engulfing the letter in an instant.

Hermione: "!!"

"Hermione, all I can say is that I am innocent of her. ”

Hermione didn't believe it, and there were signs of anger.

So Harry had to gagged Hermione with his mouth. (Author: Ah, this?)

After a while, Hermione was flushed, silent, and very well-behaved.

"Brother, I want it too. Astoria said dissatisfied.

Harry looked at Astoria in disgust and kissed her reluctantly.

Sure enough, I took a bite of the cream.

......