Hogwarts Everything is Three

Uncountable dementors floated out of those thick clouds, and the dense layers looked like a tornado of dementors.

Countless rotten shroud cloth strips were floating in the air, wearing a hood, they immediately pounced on the fire dragon, and the unpleasant smell is like a rotten hairtail hanging upside down-dementors There are too many, they came and rushed, they originally focused their attention on the bottom, and the unprepared fire dragon and the wizard on their backs were instantly entangled and surrounded. The cold feeling they were familiar with penetrated the internal organs, and the fog began to blur. Out of their sight.

The sudden attack, the black group after group of dementors made the fire dragons apparently instinctively disgusted with this kind of thing and began to fly away, they roared violently, and they shook their bodies madly in the sky. Twisting his neck, trying to shake these dementors from his body. He flicked his tail a bit, trying to disperse these dementors.

But these dementors transcend life and death. There are only a few other wizards in the world like Ellen. Otherwise, this kind of creature cannot be killed by any means-so for a while, only the guardian The wizards who are particularly skilled in the curse successfully used the Hushen Guard to get themselves out of trouble in a short time.

These disgusting things swarmed more from the black clouds in all directions. They clung to the fire dragon's body, covering their skin, like blood-sucking leeches, firmly grasping the fire dragon and refused to let go. And began to use their means of absorbing happiness and hope.

The monsters who tried to use the Dementor’s kiss to **** their souls near the dragon’s head were sprayed far away by the dragon's breath-flames and high temperatures could not bring substantial damage to these shrouds, but the impact power contained in them could still take them. Take a long distance.

However, in a battle of this magnitude, casualties are still unavoidable.

The Peruvian Fangtooth is approached by a dementor. Its scales are smooth, its body is brass-colored, and there is a black ridge on its back. The structures that usually help it fly quickly will not work on this occasion, even because the horns are not long. The dementor near the head is far away, so this fire dragon, which is only about fifteen feet in length, is much smaller than other giant dragons, obviously not as resistant as those big ones.

They were the first to fall into madness after happiness and even souls began to be absorbed, rolling desperately in the air-the worst thing for the wizards on the dragon's back is that it is the fastest moving of all dragons, which makes The riders riding on them, except for a few wizards who have played Quidditch and have good flying skills, most of them are unable to maintain their balance and can only hold on to the dragon and stay still, let alone cast the guardian curse, which is more difficult. It's magic.

At first, some people died directly on the back of the dragon, but more because of the desperation and cold brought by the dementor, and the flexible twisting body of the Peruvian Fangtooth shook off.

Casualties also occurred on other dragons, including a Ukrainian iron belly weighing six tons, which is the largest in the fire dragon. Although the round and thick body makes the fire dragon itself in no danger for the time being, the slower speed makes the upper one. The wizard who had not had time to release the patron saint suffered.

This unlucky man was shaking almost more than the fire dragon under him. The dementor next to him was very close to him, and a slender dead man's hand slid out under the cloak, which made a gesture. , As if to choke his throat-he could hear the breathing of these dementors, the sound blowing around him like a harmful wind, he could feel them watching him, and then these rots Hands put down their headscarves.

The sorcerer stared blankly at the other person where there should be eyes with only thin scabs gray skin, blinded monotonously on the empty eye sockets, he could feel its rancid breath...

"Call──Call God to protect──"

The wizard tried to save himself, but there were too many dementors coming up. The biting cold and despair made his tongue stiff. The wizard found it difficult to make a sound. He could feel those dementors floating down on his knees. The clothes lined up, and the fog made his vision blurred. He tried his best to wave his wand, and a silver light appeared from the tip of the wand, swaying in front of him like mist.

But the patron saint curse failed to take shape because of desperation around him, but the silver substance that appeared still made the dementors who clung to him bounce off him.

However, when relaxed, the dragon under the wizard was shaking its fat to get rid of the insects on it, which caused the wizard to be thrown out of the dragon saddle.

In the air, he found himself leaving the dementor's package, and the wizard who was a little awake by the cool breeze had just shaken off the fear of falling, which breeds a little bit of escape from his bag with equipment and broomsticks. His grievance fell into a dragon’s mouth in a split second, and the severe pain caused by the bite of his teeth and the venom in it made him scream, and then no sound-he fell below one. Just lost the wizard on his back and the Peruvian Fangtooth who was dizzy by the dementor. This unconscious fire dragon forgot his usual training. It inspired a special desire for human flesh instinctively, and was manic. When he saw the flying figure, he bit it into his belly with his predatory instinct to try to make up for the energy absorbed by the dementor.

Just a few seconds after the dementor's raid was successful, there were a few muffled noises in the sky, the heavy clouds rolled, and a huge ship bow resembling a raven battleship floated out of the cloud. The lingering fog danced on the sail battleship that smashed the clouds.

Immediately ~www.readwn.com~ More and more floating boats collided with the black clouds and fog that accompanied the teleportation appeared on the battlefield. For a time, countless floating boats of various sizes moved from all directions and blew up in the air. Fired up black fireworks, they densely covered the sky, like a beast advancing, the huge spaceship team is mighty, majestic and breathtaking.

After occupying this space briefly and strongly, squeezing the position of the fire dragon and the dementor, many dementors above the fire dragon were caught off guard and were directly bounced out.

Immediately, the magic ripples centered on the floating boat, rippling around, and the magic contained in the air skyrocketed.

Like a herd of riots, groups of silver patron saints jumped out of the floating ship, scattered in the air like dense stars glowing with silver light, and they carried out hunting games in the air with a breath of hope and happiness, the object Even those dementors who fled in panic-the patron saint curse can't substantially destroy them, but besides being able to drive them away, it will also make these crazy things very uncomfortable.

The dementors that had been swept wantonly by a large number of them were like dead leaves. They were blown by the hurricane of the patron saint and wandered around in disorder. They cleared a large space near the floating boat, and the fire dragon underneath. The wizards above seized the opportunity to take a breath, and began to cast a god-protection curse for themselves while the dementors were far away from them without a sense of despair.