Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 415: Harry: Why am I afraid of this kind of thing?

Harry looked over, the bag was bulging, the binding rope was still left on the side, the opening was not closed, and the inside was pitch black...

"Just now you cast a spell to drive away that dementor? How did you do it? It shouldn't be the power of the patron saint, right?" Harry said curiously, remembering that he finally saw the dementor take the initiative He let go of himself and ran around in horror.

I just don’t know what magic Ivan uses to make such evil creatures panic...

"No, I didn't actually do anything. The dementor ran away after seeing me..." Ivan shrugged and said helplessly.

Harry was dubious, isn't the dementor a chaotic evil creature? They will also be afraid and run away?

Harry can hardly imagine...

"Those dementors are also intelligent creatures, and of course they will feel fear in the face of power stronger than themselves!" Ivan saw the doubt in Harry's heart and explained it, and then said with a smile.

"If you can thoroughly master the patron saint curse, you will find that dementors are actually not difficult to deal with, for example... what you did just now is very good..."

"But I was almost killed by the dementor just now..." Harry said with a sullen expression on his face.

"At least you didn't faint anymore, didn't you? This is a great improvement! You can't expect to learn this advanced spell once or twice, right?" Ivan said comfortingly.

Under Ivan's reminder, Harry also noticed this, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

The most uncomfortable thing about him this school year is that every time he encounters a dementor, he will shamefully pass in a coma, and because of this, the Gryffindor team lost the game, which can be said to be a demon.

This time, although he could not defeat the Dementor, at least he succeeded in holding on without losing consciousness. This is progress.

Harry felt that if he tried a few more times, he might be able to completely defeat this monster!

Thinking of this, Harry rallied again, supporting a somewhat weak body to get up from the ground, fighting vigorously and preparing to do it again!

"Are you sure you don't have to take a break?" Ivan asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine!" Harry shook his head, picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground, and assumed a fighting stance.

Ivan raised his eyebrows and didn't give any further advice. He raised his wand to point to the opening of the sack. The white mist condensed into a ball and flew there slowly, intending to cast the spell directly and hide in the sack. The dementors were forced out.

Harry fixed his eyes on the movement of the light ball, holding his wand tightly, ready to take action at any time.

However, the ball of light flew in from the opening of the sack, and the dementor inside didn't mean to come out for a long time, and Harry turned his head to look at Ivan very strangely.

Ivan was also confused and tried again, condensing a more powerful ball of white fog light with the patron saint curse, but still failed to force the dementor inside.

"Well... there may have been an accident, wait a minute!"

Ivan said a little embarrassingly, and quickly stepped forward and lifted the sack, turning it over and slamming it downward.

You come out!

It's a pity that the Dementor is stuck in a sack, no matter how Ivan shakes it, it won't work.

Harry on the side saw this scene in his eyes, his face was very weird, and what was in it was a dementor? Why was I afraid of this kind of thing before?

Ivan on the other side was stumped for a while after trying various methods and failed, and he didn't know what to do.

Although he could destroy the container used by the opponent to shelter, leaving it nowhere to escape, he spent a lot of time making this thing. After being destroyed, there is nothing else that can trap the dementor.

Ivan remembered that the Dementor could understand the wizard's words, so he tentatively put his wand into the sack and poked it, and said.

"Come out! I know you can understand what I'm talking about! We are actually not malicious, we just want you to help. There is a little wizard here who wants to learn the patron saint curse and needs your cooperation... "

Of course, the dementor hiding in the sack can't come out. It doesn't believe in Ivan's words, and it's even more impossible to help a wizard learn the magic of restraining himself. It's not a brain hole.

Seeing that this method was ineffective, Ivan threatened it again, saying that if the dementor disagreed, he would now destroy it completely. If he agreed, he could consider letting him go.

Looking at Ivan, who was intimidated by the dementors, Harry really didn’t know how to complain. His impression of the dementors over the past few months was destroyed in just a few tens of minutes. Do nothing.

But Harry still doubted whether Ivan's actions were of any use. Can creatures like Dementors really communicate with wizards?

Soon, Harry saw the result. Under the threat of Ivan, the dementor carefully poked his head out of the hidden sack, and finally floated out.

The disgusting and corrupt body looked a lot more blurred than before, and there were a few big holes in the tattered cloak, and Harry thought it should have been hit by those two white haze balls.

As a result, this dementor does not look terrifying overall, but it is inexplicably pitiful...

"Okay, Harry, I've made a deal with this Dementor, and it's happy to help you!" Ivan was satisfied with the general attitude of the Dementor, and said very confidently.

Harry felt that Mr. Dementor might not be as happy as Ivan said...

Under the command of Ivan ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the two sides settled again.

The difference is that the atmosphere now is completely different from before. Harry held his wand and adjusted his state to make himself serious, but watching the dementor Harry who was scolded by Ivan on the opposite side was not only unable to be serious, but even somewhat Want to laugh.

Under Ivan's repeated urging, the dementor that emerged from the sack floated towards Harry with an unwillingly pretending appearance.

As the distance got closer, the smell of food made the Dementor a little bit eager, but it was a pity that Ivan was staring at it, and no matter how greedy the Dementor was, he didn't dare to move.

Although the Dementor had reduced his power as much as possible, Harry was inevitably affected. The ability to spread fear was like a dementor's talent, and it seemed that it could not be turned off.

"Holy guard!" Harry gritted his teeth and cast the spell over and over again with the painful memories that came up in his mind. The vast white mist continuously spewed from the top of the wand, pushing the approaching dementors away. Come...