A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 233 The Power of the Swift Guardian

The sound stirred up a layer of silvery-white air, which quickly swept across the entire stadium, instantly freeing the young wizards affected by the Dementors from their cold and despairing mood.

Professor McGonagall, wand in hand, scanned her surroundings and quickly made a judgment. She said to Felix and Dumbledore, "I'll go down to the stage."

In that brief moment, Harry landed smoothly. Madam Hooch rushed over to check on him, and the Gryffindor players swarmed around him. Meanwhile, Cedric looked back blankly at the sudden turn of events—he was still clutching a Golden Snitch in his hand.

The young wizards, who had just shaken off the influence, were overwhelmed by the sight. The Hufflepuff wizards, in particular, nearly overturned the entire stadium, and a huge cheer erupted like a tidal wave.

The Dementors, who had been lingering, were now restless. The little creature, posing a great threat, wouldn't let them give up the feast that was within their grasp. Some Dementors took to the air, while the rest lifted their tattered headscarves and began to inhale the joyful scent in the air...

Dementors have no eyes and rely entirely on their sense of smell and emotions to perceive everything around them, but today, they had a novel experience—they saw light.

The Swift Guardian charged into the Dementors in the blink of an eye, its entire body glowing brilliantly. A burst of silvery-white air exploded outwards, surging and creating wave after wave of silvery waves.

The Dementors scattered almost instantly, retreating continuously, but the silver Swift Guardian was as fast as lightning. Its flight path wove a fine net in mid-air, trapping all the Dementors. Any Dementor that touched the net would fall back down.

They were completely trapped.

As the young wizards stared in disbelief, the gaps in the net grew narrower and narrower, gradually transforming into a hemispherical dome. The Dementor's form was slowly concealed, and finally, the swift's shape vanished, leaving behind a crescent moon in the center of the arena.

The light of the "half-moon" pierced through the misty stadium.

A young wizard said absentmindedly, "Professor Hyp conjured up a moon?" His companions completely agreed with him.

Many students looked up at the sky, seemingly trying to confirm whether the moon was still there, but all they could see was a dark sky covered with clouds.

Felix's eyes were filled with a silvery light. He was feeling strange. Patrons were made of pure, happy, and positive emotions, but because they did not have human emotions and could not despair, Dementors could not harm them.

Most importantly, Felix discovered that the radiance emanating from the Patronus seemed to have a significant restraining effect on Dementors.

Using the perspective of the guardian spirit of the swift, he discovered that the Dementors within the encirclement seemed to have shrunk in size by a very slight margin...

"It might be an illusion..." Felix muttered to himself. The light of the "half-moon" became even stronger, and it really looked like a silver moon that was rising slowly.

Dumbledore's expression turned strange. He was genuinely angry that the Dementors had dared to break into the school, and he was determined to teach them a lesson.

But now it seems that if he doesn't stop him in time, Felix might do something amazing.

Patronus is generally considered to be a defensive spell that can only drive away, but not kill, Dementors, but Dumbledore would not make such a superficial judgment.

The simplest logic is this: if the Patronus cannot harm Dementors, what reason do they have to fear this magic so much?

He said softly, "Felix, you can teach them a lesson, but Dementors cannot be killed; they are employees of the Ministry of Magic."

Felix shrugged, and a streak of light flew out from the full moon, transforming once again into a silver swift, hovering in mid-air.

The "half-moon" gradually faded away, and the young wizards stared intently, their eyes wide, chattering excitedly as they discussed it—

"Do you think the Dementors have shrunk?"

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

"Could it be a problem with our perspective? We're standing at a high point."

"Impossible. When I went to Hogsmeade, I secretly peeked at the Dementors guarding the entrance, and each of them was at least six feet tall. Now, no matter how I look at them, they're less than five feet tall..."

"..."

Once the Dementors were out of the light of day, they barely had time to glance at the Guardian Angels who remained motionless in mid-air. They desperately fled the place, their tattered black cloth hems bending almost parallel to the ground.

The silver swift's body suddenly expanded, growing a thousand times larger, with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It trailed far behind the Dementor, occasionally flashing a burst of bright light.

The young wizards erupted in cheers, believing that Professor Hyp was avenging them.

The Dementors fled even faster.

After a while, the exaggeratedly large Swift Patronus flew back and stood far away at the edge of the Quidditch field, receiving the admiring gazes of the young wizards.

"He's sooooo handsome!"

"It's over." Felix sighed, but did not retract the Silver Guardian.

Dumbledore looked at him with a strange, focused gaze.

"Felix, I need to remind you that while Dementors aren't particularly intelligent, they do have a vague sense of group consciousness—as I told you, they can sense if one is missing."

Felix hesitated before asking, "Can't I even stay for one more day?"

Dumbledore seemed amused. "Oh, unless you want the Ministry of Magic to come knocking on your door. Thousands of people have seen your Patronus; you can't deny it."

"What if it was Sirius Black who did it? He learned powerful dark magic from Voldemort..." Felix said tentatively.

"In that case..." Dumbledore smiled, "it shouldn't be a big problem, but you'll need to provide strong evidence to deal with the Ministry of Magic's investigators, who are most likely Fudge himself."

Felix clicked his tongue. "Strong evidence, okay."

He waved his hand, and the giant silver swift standing at the edge of the field let out a clear cry, spitting out two black shadows from its beak—these were deformed Dementors that were barely three feet tall.

They left almost in a hurry, and Felix and Dumbledore watched as the Dementors completely vanished.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "Felix, your Patronus has truly opened my eyes. I thought that developing the ability to use Patronus to transmit information was already a remarkable innovation, but I never imagined that you could come up with the idea of ​​swallowing Dementors."

Felix blinked. "It was just a sudden inspiration, Principal. But it really worked."

Inside the stadium, Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch had already left with Harry, followed by the demoralized Gryffindor players.

Just now, Mrs. Hodge announced Hufflepuff's victory.

The young wizards left one after another, but many people were still staring at the platform where Felix was, talking amongst themselves. Even though he couldn't hear them, Felix could roughly guess what they were saying.

"Will you go visit Harry, Dumbledore?"

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

"I trust Weasley and Granger."

Dumbledore and Felix both smiled. After a moment, Felix suddenly remembered something: "I remember, Harry's broom seemed to have been swept away by the wind?"

Dumbledore said uncertainly, "They should be found..."

"Yeah, it's not like it'll get lost."

(End of this chapter)