Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 240 Harry's Patronus!

Dumbledore is old!

Harry thinks so.

Although his magic is rarely surpassed.

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

He likes stability and no longer pursues excitement.

He is like a round ball whose edges have been smoothed. If you look at the ambitions he made when he was young, he will definitely blush.

…

Harry returns to Hogwarts.

The night sky was filled with dark clouds and there were no stars.

Those damn dementors are still floating in the clouds.

There is still a light on in a certain room in the castle.

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

But there was no other action.

Harry walked to the middle of the castle and looked at the sky. A square hole looked like a frog trapped in a well.

Harry knew that Dumbledore had a lot on his mind.

He was too preoccupied with things to do, and he didn't want to completely break up with the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.

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

But Harry didn't care.

The dementors just stayed outside the school, but they actually attacked Zhang Qiu.

hehe……

The depressed old man withdrew his gaze from the Dementor and saw Harry below - and just looked at it.

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

He was very curious about what the patron saint he summoned would be, because he had never used patron saint magic.

Generally, the patron saints summoned are formed according to the psychology of the summoner, and everyone is different.

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

…

Harry read: "Call the gods and call the guards."

A bright silver light appeared.

Both the old man and the boy stared blankly at the patron saint summoned by the boy.

That is no ordinary guardian angel.

Have you ever seen a patron saint dozens of meters high?

A silver, illusory figure appeared beside Harry.

He is dozens of meters tall, and the height of the floor where the old man is located only reaches the legs of the white light.

What's more important is that this patron saint is Harry himself.

It looks like it was carved from the same mold, but enlarged dozens of times.

The hair, facial features, and the flowing magic robes on their bodies are all the same.

Within his body, stars were dotted and connected, and "he" looked up at the dark sky.

Harry looked strange.

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

Moreover, the magical world has never heard of a wizard discovering and studying this power.

It seems that only Harry can discover and master it.

After confirming that it had nothing to do with the magic power consumed by magic, Harry forgot about it.

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

Unexpectedly, just when he used the "Patron Saint Curse", the power in his body suddenly reacted and poured out. With the magic consumed by the magic, he constructed this unique Patron Saint.

Harry touched his chin, looked at the huge silver transparent figure surrounding him, and thought: Could this be the legendary image of heaven and earth?

But I don’t practice cultivation, I practice Western magic.

Just when Harry was still wondering why his Patronus was so strange, his Patronus had already taken action.

The Patronus was summoned by Harry and naturally obeyed Harry's orders.

"He" and Harry are connected, or in other words, this is part of Harry's consciousness, but it is transformed into another form. "He" certainly knows what his mission is.

The patron saint stretched out his hand and faced the dementors in the sky from a distance.

The position of the dementors is actually higher, and the patron saint has not yet reached that height.

But it seemed that the dementors were being pulled by some kind of energy, and they gathered together uncontrollably, stirring in the sky with the waving of the patron saint's arms.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are rolling.

Then there was a shock.

To use a very vivid metaphor, the night sky in the sky is like a pot filled with seaweed and egg drop soup. The dementor is the seaweed floating in the pot. The hand of the patron saint is a colander. Stir it twice in the pot, and then

All the seaweed was fished out, leaving only the clear soup base.

So all the dementors in the sky were wiped out, not a single one was left.

Even the dark clouds were scattered, and the clear night sky and white moonlight appeared.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with an arrogant look, as if to say: "Harry Potter will kill the people that Dumbledore doesn't dare to kill, and Harry Potter will take care of the things that Dumbledore doesn't dare to take care of."

.In a word, I have to take care of things that Dumbledore can control, and I have to take care of things that Dumbledore can’t control! Cut it first and then play it, the halo of the protagonist! This is me, Harry Potter, don’t be afraid!"

…

Monday.

The school became noisy and busy again.

The usually careless students quickly recovered from yesterday's discomfort.

Please, this is a magical world, do we still want them to have psychological shadows for the rest of their lives?

What is their daily life? They face ghosts every day, and even learning a magic is in danger of exploding.

So what if I was frightened by a dementor?

But the more important point is: someone casually looked at the sky in the morning, and then they were shocked to find that the dementors that they had almost gotten used to after floating above their school for several months were all gone!

So after opening his mouth stupidly for a long time, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Oh my god! The dementors are gone! Look!"

"Bah, liar. I don't believe it. They were obviously fine last night," his classmate said.

He said anxiously: "I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, look up. Just look up!"

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

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

His classmate said: "Then wouldn't I be more dangerous?"

He said: "My lord, Merlin, I definitely didn't tell a lie."

"Okay, then I'll take a look."

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

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Oh my God! There are really no Dementors! Look!"

So ten minutes later, all the students who had not left the tower knew about it.

…

In the morning there was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Snape didn't have a good face the whole time. It's no wonder. Yesterday, their Slytherin House lost the Quidditch match. It would be strange if he could be happy.

But after Neville accidentally exploded a huge, slippery crocodile heart, and dropped some debris into the cauldrons of several surrounding students, contaminating their potions, Neville

There was finally a smile on the corner of Pu's mouth.

He said happily: "Gryffindor, fifty points!"

Neville: "..."

…

At lunch time.

Hermione and Harry were sitting together.

"Chirrup, chirrup..."

"Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

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

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

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

Hermione said in surprise: "Harry, someone actually mailed something to you."

It's not surprising that Hermione was surprised, because she had almost never seen anyone contact Harry.

Harry already guessed who it was.

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

The spectacled owl spread its wings and flew 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 usually only happens when big things happen.

The first thing Hermione saw was a shocking picture in the center of the page: a tall man with an evil face and half his face shrouded in darkness. He was Fudge. Below him, there were a group of terrifying dementors.

It seems to be worshiping him.

Harry took a look and nodded in his mind: the PS technology in the wizarding world is pretty good.

Gee, poor Minister Fudge.

You must know that this photo is not made out of nothing.

But during the summer vacation, when Minister Fudge went to Azkaban for inspection, he was photographed with a photo of a dementor appearing at the same time.

But after some "careful people" made some slight changes, it turned into a dark photo.

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

…

Hermione glanced at the envelope in Harry's hand.

The handsome brow suddenly frowned and said, "You smell of other women's perfume."

Harry: "Huh???"

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

"But now..."

She sniffed the purple letter in Harry's hand, then leaned over Harry and asked, smelling it from his chest to his legs.

Harry's face turned blue. It seemed that the woman Rita was hugging his thigh yesterday to seduce him, but why couldn't he smell it at all?

"The smell on your body is the same as the smell on this letter! I can say for sure!" Hermione said confidently.

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

"Duang!"

A fatal chicken!

Hermione read the content of the letter and saw one sentence.

It begins: "Dear Master."

"Your most humble servant Li..."

Harry squeezed the letter paper with his hand, and green flames ignited, instantly devouring the letter paper.

Hermione: "!!!"

"Hermione, I can only say that she and I are innocent."

Hermione didn't believe it and showed signs of anger.

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

After a while, Hermione blushed, said nothing, and was very well-behaved.

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