The sound rolled up a silver-white wave of air and swept across the entire court. The little wizards affected by the dementor suddenly got rid of the cold and desperate mood.

Professor McGonagall swept around with his wand and made a quick judgment. She said to Felix and Dumbledore: "I'll go offstage."

Just in this space, Harry landed smoothly. Mrs. Huoqi hurriedly stepped forward to check, and the Gryffindor players rushed up one after another. At the same time, Cedric looked back at the unexpected situation on the field in a daze-he was still holding a golden thief in his hand.

The little wizard who had just escaped the influence saw this scene, especially the little wizards of Hufflepuff almost overturned the entire court, and the huge cheers were like waves.

The dementor, who had been unaware of the siege, was ready to move. The little guy with a huge threat could not let them give up the feast that was within reach. Some dementors soared into the air, and some dementors lifted up the ragged scarf on their heads and kept absorbing the pleasure of the air...

Dementors have no eyes, they perceive everything externally based on their sense of smell and emotions, but today, they have a novel experience - they see the light.

The guardian of the swift rushed into the dementor group in the blink of an eye, and its whole body was shiny and dazzling. The silver-white air waves exploded, surging and raising waves of silver waves.

The dementors disintegrated almost instantly, and they kept retreating, but the silver swift guardian god was as fast as lightning. Its flight trajectory woven into a fine net in the air, circled all the dementors, and any dementors that touched the fine net would fall back.

They were completely trapped.

In the dumb eyes of the little wizards, the gaps in the net became thinner and thinner, gradually becoming a semi-spherical cover. The figure of the dementor was covered up bit by bit. Finally, the shape of the swift disappeared, and a half-full moon appeared in the center of the site.

The light of the "half-full moon" pierced the foggy court.

A little wizard said in a daze: "Professor Happ transformed a moon?" His companions completely agreed with him.

Many students looked up at the sky, as if they wanted to confirm whether the moon was still there, but all they could see was the dark clouds.

Felix's eyes were filled with silver-white light, and his mood was a bit strange now. The patron saint was constructed from pure, happy, and positive emotions, but because it had no human emotions and would not despair, the dementors could not harm them.

The most important thing is that Felix discovered that the light inspired by the patron saint seemed to have a huge effect on the dementors.

He borrowed the perspective of the Swift Guardian and found that the dementors in the encirclement seemed to have a very weak reduction in size...

"Maybe it's an illusion..." Felix murmured in a low voice, the light of "half full moon" became even stronger, and it looked like a rising silver moon.

Dumbledore's expression became weird. He was indeed very angry, angry that the dementors dared to break into the school. He was already planning to teach them a lesson.

But now it seems that if he didn't dissuade him in time, Felix might have done something amazing.

The guardian is recognized as a defensive magic that can only be driven away but cannot kill the dementor.

But Dumbledore would not think so superficially. The simplest logic is - if the patron saint cannot harm the dementors, what reason do they have to be so afraid of this magic?

He whispered: "Felix, you can teach them a lesson, but the dementors cannot be killed. They are employees of the Ministry of Magic."

Felix shrugged, and a stream of light flew out from the full moon, turning into a silver swift again, stopping in mid-air.

The "half full moon" gradually dissipated, and the little wizards stared at each other with wide eyes, and they started to discuss it in a chattering manner-

"You guys say, have the dementors become smaller?"

"It seems that's really the case..."

"Will it be a matter of perspective? We stand on a high point."

"Impossible. When I went to Hogsmeade, I took a sneak peek at the dementors guarding the door. Each of them was at least six feet tall. No matter how I look at it, it was less than five feet..."

“…”

After seeing the sky again, the dementors almost didn't have time to take a look at the still guardian saint in the air. They desperately fled the place, and the black ragged cloth strips on the hem were almost bent to an angle parallel to the ground.

The silver swift's body suddenly expanded and expanded thousands of times, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It was far behind the dementor and burst out a bright light from time to time.

The little wizards burst into great cheers. In their opinion, Professor Hayp was venting their anger.

The dementors escaped faster.

After a while, the exaggerated patron saint of the Swift flew back and stood far away on the edge of the Quidditch field to welcome the admiring gazes of the little wizards.

"So handsome!"

"It's over." Felix sighed, but did not mean to take back the silver patron saint.

Dumbledore looked at him strangely.

"Felix, I need to remind you that although the dementors are not very intelligent, they have a vague sense of group - I told you that they can find it even if they are missing one."

Felix said hesitantly: "Is it okay to stay for one day?"

Dumbledore seemed to be amused, "Oh, unless you want to be found by the Ministry of Magic. Thousands of people have seen your patron saint, and you can't argue."

"What if it was done by 'Siris Black'? He learned powerful black magic from Voldemort..." Felix said tentatively.

"If that's the case..." Dumbledore smiled, "It's not a big problem, but you have to provide strong evidence to deal with the Ministry of Magic's investigation staff. It's likely that Fudge himself."

Felix smacked his lips, "Strong evidence, OK."

He waved his hand, and the huge silver swift standing on the edge of the field made a crisp chirping, spitting out two black shadows from the bird's beak—the deformed dementor barely three feet tall.

They almost hurriedly left, Felix and Dumbledore watched as the dementor disappeared completely.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "Felix, your patron saint has opened my eyes. I thought it was a great innovation to use patron saint to convey information. I didn't expect you to think of the practice of swallowing dementors."

Felix blinked, "I also had a flash of inspiration, principal. But the effect is really good."

On the court, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Huo Qi had already left with Harry, and the depressed Gryffindor player was followed by.

Just now, Mrs. Huoqi announced that Hufflepuff won.

The little wizards left one after another, but there were still many people staring at the high platform where Felix was located, and they were talking about each other. Even if they couldn't hear the sound, Felix could roughly guess what they wanted to say.

"Will you visit Harry, Dumbledore?"

"I trust Minerva and Poppy. What about you, Felix?"

“I trust Weasley and Granger.”

Dumbledore and Felix smiled respectively. After a while, Felix suddenly thought of something: "I remember, Harry's broom seemed to be swept away by the wind?"

Dumbledore said uncertainly: "It should be retrieved..."
Chapter completed!