Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 487 Failure

Outside Azkaban Castle, a holy silver mist formed a luminous barrier, keeping the Dementors from all directions at bay.

Within the silver light curtain, the guardian deity, a personification of positive emotions, appears and disappears, constantly driving away the Dementors as it attacks in all directions.

Under the protection of the silver light curtain and the guardian deity, the wizards who landed on the island slowly retreated. Although the retreating formation was somewhat scattered, no one abandoned their companions.

Whether it was the Aurors, the Strikers, and the Law Enforcers from the Ministry of Magic, or Moody, Sirius, and Lupin from the Order of the Phoenix, everyone knew what would happen to those who were left behind.

Dementors remove their hoods, revealing their hidden faces—no one knows what a Dementor's face looks like under its hood, and all those who have seen a Dementor's true face have been devoured by the Dementor and left as empty shells.

Non-existent Dementors are considered by people to be the ugliest things in the world; they are demons that devour human souls.

The greedy Dementors have come to regard any wizard who dares to trespass into their lair as their prey. They relentlessly attack the silver light barrier and spread fear to the wizard.

At this moment, the wizards who have landed on the island can still use the Patronus Charm to drive away the invading Dementors. However, once negative emotions such as fear and depression take root in their hearts, the Patronus Charm that is running back and forth will lose its power, and the stalemate will change drastically.

At that time, disintegration would be the best outcome for the wizard, and the greedy Dementors might stop feeding after leaving behind a ground full of empty shells.

Retreat, while we can still drive the Dementors away.

Retreat, leave this island first, regroup, and then deal with the dark creatures entrenched here.

Under the cover of the silver light curtain and the guardian deity, Scrimgeour, the Auror office director, led the island wizards in a slow retreat.

It wasn't that the Ministry of Magic was incompetent, but rather that the Patronus Charm was extremely difficult to cast, and there were very few wizards capable of casting it. Furthermore, the number of Dementors that had come out in droves was too great, so a temporary retreat was the best option.

Just then, a series of loud explosions were heard.

The deafening explosion pierced through the walls formed by Dementors, through the thin silver light curtain, and reached everyone's ears.

The Dementors have come out in full force, and Azkaban is once again engulfed in explosions. What is the situation inside the castle? What happened to those heinous prisoners?

In just a moment of distraction, negative emotions surged from the wizard's heart. An all-pervasive fear and depression began to spread among the crowd, like germs.

The silver curtain of light in the sky grew thinner and thinner. The materialized guardian was overwhelmed and unable to hold on alone. The ospreys flapping their wings, the large dogs charging left and right, and the silver wolves—the materialized guardian was trapped in a sea of ​​Dementors.

The Beihai Park is getting colder and colder tonight, and the despairing chill has once again seeped into my bones, chilling me to the bone.

Some screamed in terror, while others collapsed helplessly to the ground. They were already unable to cast the Patronus Charm, and the Dementors' repeated attacks gradually eroded their will.

The numbing, swirling white mist permeated their minds, a sense of terror, helplessness, despair, and a fall into the chilling fog.

Immediately afterwards, the silver light curtain began to dissolve, breaking into wisps of silver, thin smoke. The faint light of the shapeless guardian deity was no longer enough to withstand the Dementors' attack.

A bone-chilling cold seeped into the minds of the wizards who were still persevering, and the mist blinded their eyes.

The wizards, still desperately trying to hold on, shook their heads violently, as if trying to dispel the growing despair and pessimism. They forced themselves to recall happy memories—

"Protect the Gods!"

Someone has once again successfully cast the Guardian Charm, rekindling positive emotions.

"Calling upon God—Calling upon God"

Some were overwhelmed by their inner fear and pessimism, kneeling on the hard, cold ground, powerless to resist.

Rufus Scrimgeour, Gadwin Robards, Kingsley Shackleton, Felix Ferguson—the wizards of the Ministry of Magic are still rebelling, and they must rebel.

Alastor Moody, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin—the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix were doing everything in their power; they would never give up the fight, even as the Dementors swarmed in.

A stench reeking of death permeated the cold air, and the guttural, gurgling sounds emanating from the dying enveloped everyone—

The materialized guardian spirits were gradually losing ground; the Dementors were driven away time and again, only to return each time. The fog grew thicker, and the stench of decay was suffocating.

"Protect the Gods!"

A flash of silver light appeared, the holy radiance growing brighter and brighter, piercing through the thick fog and dispelling the chill.

An animal, gleaming brighter and brighter, raced through the night amidst the ever-brightening silver light. Wherever it passed, the air grew warmer.

It was a cat. At first, it was quite small, about the size of an ordinary house cat. But as it kept driving away the Dementors and absorbing the overflowing silver smoke, the cat grew bigger and bigger.

The bone-chilling cold gradually subsided, the stench of decay in the air slowly disappeared, and the guttural sounds, like those of a dying person, grew increasingly distant.

The silver-white ospreys once again took flight, the handsome silver wolf howled silently, and the strong dog rallied again—the materialized guardians once more rushed towards the Dementors.

More and more people are overcoming their inner fears, their knees leaving the cold, hard ground, and then raising their wands high.

"Protect the Gods!"

The silver light curtain reappeared, more solid than before, and a new physical guardian emerged from the silver light.

Hunting dogs pouncing and tearing, galloping horses, eagles and swans soaring high—the newly appeared, materialized guardian deities illuminate the night sky!

Led by a silver cat whose size rivals that of the diminutive giant Grop, the physical guardians routed the Dementors, no longer merely forcing them to retreat, but driving them into the darkness, too afraid to show themselves.

The greedy Dementors, the demons that devoured human souls, were defeated. They scattered and fled, the white mist dissipated, the chill subsided, and Christmas Eve 1995 became warm.

Only then did the survivors get a clear look at the enormous cow-cat, whose size was comparable to that of a giant.

Sirius and the others immediately recognized it as the guardian spirit summoned by Belvina, but they didn't know when her guardian spirit had become so big.

Although the power of the Guardian Charm is not determined by size, being as large as a giant still provides a great sense of security. The only wizard in history who could summon a Guardian Charm the size of a giant was the invincible Andros.

However, after tonight, the invincible Andros will no longer be the only one.

Rumble!

Before the survivors could even catch their breath, another violent explosion rang out.

Immediately afterwards, two intertwined figures descended from the sky, their dazzling magical light flashing incessantly, and bricks and rubble poured down like a torrential rain.

Rumble!

Another loud bang, and two figures fell heavily to the ground, instantly creating a deep crater in the hard earth, with flying dust obscuring the sun.

Once the dust settled, the survivors finally got a good look at Belvina's disheveled figure.

Her once smooth, long hair was now disheveled, and her gorgeous clothes were torn in many places, making her look as if she had just walked through a mountain of knives.

Sirius, Felix, Kingsley, and Lupin immediately stepped forward, while Moody and Scrimgeour, limping, also strode over.

The Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic's top fighters stood in front of Belvina, and Aurors like Gadwin Robbarz quickly reacted and rushed forward to protect her.

They could see not only Belvina, but also Voldemort standing opposite them.

Dressed in a black robe, with a pale, skeletal snake face and scarlet eyes, Voldemort was extremely recognizable.

However, Voldemort looked particularly disheveled tonight. His noseless snake face was ashen, his black robes were in disarray, and there were burn marks on his pale hands.

The battle-damaged design lessened the wizards' fear of Voldemort.

However, the battle-damaged version of Belvina became even more revered in everyone's eyes, proving that the rumors were true and that she really could fight Voldemort.

First, there was the Guardian Angel, whose size was comparable to that of a giant. Then, she went toe-to-toe with Voldemort and held her own. Even if Belvina were to vomit blood right now, it wouldn't affect her towering image in everyone's hearts.

Faced with a row of wands pointing at him, Voldemort showed no fear on his pale face, his scarlet eyes filled with contempt.

"You are saved, Belvina."

Voldemort's voice was cold and hollow. He continued, "No one is lucky forever. The next time we meet will be the day you die."

A flash of red light!

Sirius Black unleashed his fury!

How can you treat your sister like this? Do you think he doesn't exist?

However, Sirius's attack was easily neutralized by Voldemort.

Then, Moody, Kingsley, and Scrimgeour attacked Voldemort simultaneously.

This time, even the arrogant Voldemort had to take it seriously, waving his wand repeatedly to dispel all the spells that were attacking him.

As her breathing gradually calmed down, Belvina did not participate in the attack, because she knew that even if she joined forces with everyone, they would not be able to stop Voldemort.

Belvina pushed aside the crowd blocking her way and stood in front of everyone again, facing Voldemort directly.

"Tom, this isn't good luck," Belvina said calmly. "I'd entrust my back to them, but what about you? Would you trust your Death Eaters?"

Moody, Kingsley, and Scrimgeour abandoned their attack and slowly retreated behind Belvina.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted," Voldemort said dismissively.

The night air grew cold again, and the defeated Dementors seemed to have returned.

The giant cat, its body gleaming with silver light and as large as a giant, arched its back high, its physical guardian ready to engage the enemy.

"You'll regret this, Belvina," Voldemort continued. "But if you surrender to me with the Ministry of Magic, I might spare your life."

As he spoke, Voldemort's body gradually transformed into a cloud of black mist, which shot into the sky and then disappeared into the night sky.

"Surrender to Voldemort, kneel before Voldemort, that is the only way out for the Ministry of Magic."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chill dissipated once more.

Under the cover of the Dementors, Voldemort flew away.