"A magical creature from the east--a snake?"
Professor McGonagall seemed to be being strangled by the throat, she gasped and said
"The patron saint of magical creatures, Albus, I have never met anyone other than you!"
"Very rare indeed."
Dumbledore stared at the white snakes that covered the sky, frowned and said,
"But it's not unique. In fact, what surprises me is the size of this patron saint... There has never been any relevant records that the wizard's patron saint can have such a huge size."
"Could it have something to do with magic, Albus?"
Professor Flitwick piped up to make his point.
"I'm afraid not-"
Dumbledore said in a deep voice,
"We all know that the Patronus Charm is the only spell that wizards can master to restrain Dementors, evil creatures that cannot be destroyed. Its power comes from the most positive positive emotions in our hearts. In other words, the power of this spell comes from to our souls.”
"So Amosta has a particularly powerful soul power?"
Professor Flitwick was always full of passion when it came to the field of curses, and he asked questions eagerly.
But this time, Dumbledore did not give his reply. Judging from his serious expression, I am afraid he does not agree with this view.
While Dumbledore and several deans were discussing this amazing Patronus, Amosta on the high pole also fell into extreme astonishment.
Yes, that's right, he did intend to summon his patron saint to drive away these out-of-control dementors, but this huge monster in front of him...
Including Amosta, everyone on the Quidditch pitch was confused. However, it was not just the wizards who were confused. The hazy souls of the dementors that looked like the god of death were floating in the air. Zhi was also filled with confusion. They were floating in front of the huge snake head of the patron saint that emerged from the mythical epic. They didn't understand why they were not afraid of this seemingly very powerful patron saint...
There was even a little intimacy!
At this moment, the snake, which was almost as high as the main building of Hogwarts Castle, flapped its white wings on its own initiative. Under Amosta's focused gaze, one of the silver-white wings suddenly infected A touch of black is like ink droplets dripping into clear water. It only takes a few breaths to completely dye the wings black. In this way, the wings carried by the guardian angel like an earthly python are black and white, which is extremely weird!
Buzz!
With the black wing as the center, an invisible wave swept away in an instant. The dementors swept by the energy seemed to be attracted by something, and appeared one after another around the black wing, like bees attracted by the fragrance of flowers. .
"Those dementors-"
Among the little wizards, someone murmured absently,
"Can Professor Brain control them?"
The crowd became restless, and many people exchanged uneasy looks with each other, frightened by this terrible guess.
Controlling dementors?
If the residents of the wizarding world vote for the most terrifying creature, then there is no doubt that the ruthless watchers of Azkaban, the dementors who can absorb wizards' happy memories and mana, and turn wizards into soulless husks. Elected with a high vote.
Just like a parselmouth, being able to control such a terrifying creature is probably not a skill that a decent wizard can possess.
The little wizard's whispers reached the ears of the faculty and staff in the center of the stand, making their expressions look ugly.
"What do you think, Albus?"
Professor McGonagall frowned and asked seriously.
"I don't see what's wrong with that, Minerva!"
Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape cut off the question very rudely and said rudely,
"Amosta has a talent for transforming magic spells that is unmatched by ordinary people. Maybe he just made some changes to the Patronus Charm!"
"A reasonable guess, Severus-"
Dumbledore suppressed the shock on his old face and regained his composure. His sharp gaze pointed at Amosta, who was standing on the high pole. After thinking about it, he quickly walked down the platform and came to the court below.
Rumble--
The ground suddenly trembled. In the eyes of the little wizards in disbelief, a huge stone pillar suddenly grew out of the cracked ground. This stone pillar supported Dumbledore as he rose into the air and came to Amos. Beside the tower.
Dumbledore thought that all this was under Amosta's control, but when he first saw Amosta's solemn expression with gray hair, Dumbledore knew that his guess was wrong. .
"Has this happened before, Amosta?"
Huge things can always give people an unusual sense of shock. Compared with the ground, observing this patron saint that covers the sky at close range makes even wizards like Albus Dumbledore feel awe-inspiring. After swaying and struggling to look away, Dumbledore looked into Amosta's eyes and asked softly.
"No, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Amosta shook his head.
"I have mastered the Patronus Charm for several years. I have used it to deal with Voldemort bats in Papua New Guinea before. At that time, there was nothing unusual except for the familiar size of the Patronus. This is the first time I have used it. To deal with the dementors...what do you think about that?"
Regarding this unprecedented magical phenomenon, Dumbledore did not dare to draw conclusions easily. His blue gaze once again fell on the blackened wings of the snake. Dumbledore, who is a 'saint', has a unique perspective that surpasses anyone else. Bullido suppressed the bad thoughts surging in his heart and still whispered softly,
"It's hard to say, Amosta... What I'm concerned about is, can you still control your patronus now?"
Amosta squinted his eyes for a moment and confirmed that there was no problem with his control over the patron saint. Then, he nodded slowly,
"No different than before."
Hearing that the snake had not lost control, Dumbledore looked more relaxed. If Amosta really lost control of his patronus and allowed this big monster to wreak havoc in Hogwarts, To be honest, Dumbledore really couldn't find any mid-air that could control it.
"In that case,"
Dumbledore glanced at the young wizards who were becoming increasingly restless. The anger caused by the dementors had been replaced by worry about Amosta. After sighing,
"Then let it go, Amosta, I'm afraid it will frighten the children."
"Then let's do this for now."
Amosta stirred up his wand. Although his patron saint could not appear in reality like Gryffindor, once such a huge creature moved, it immediately gave people a sense of fear that the world would collapse.
Many little wizards screamed and turned around and ran away. Some were so timid that they were even paralyzed on the ground and couldn't even move.
The mountain-like snake body quickly shrank, surrounding the dementors. After a burst of dazzling light, the breathtaking snake finally disappeared, and in Amosta's hand, there was a dark, Bitingly cold glass bottle.
"Every Dementor is registered with the Ministry of Magic--"
Dumbledore saw this scene and said helplessly,
"They will not leave such a creature in private hands, Amosta."
"Then let the Minister of Magic come to me to get it in person, Dumbledore."
Amosta, who was in a bad mood, said coldly.
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