MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 35 Festival

Grab his collar and push him back. "Let me handle it - run!"

Horrible growl. Lupin's head was lengthening. So does his body. His shoulders arched. Hair was clearly visible on his face and hands, hands curling into claws, and he broke free from the handcuffs that bound him.

Gwen immediately judged that everyone in the room could not beat the shape-shifting werewolf, and decisively released Professor Snape's restraint, hoping he could do something - or at least attract the werewolf's attention force.

Thank goodness their great potions professor was furious, but still quickly took out a large bottle of potion from his robe, Gwen quickly threw his wand in his hand.

Professor Snape kept several students behind him - including the nasty one Ollivander. Then wait for the moment to prepare for the poisoning—dosing.

But the werewolf who experienced the painful deformation would not be honest for a moment. At this moment, a wolf howl came from the distant woods.

"Ow—"

Lupin, who had grown dewclaws and some hair, stopped suddenly, and then raised his head to respond to his distant companion. In an instant, Snape flicked his wand, and the potion shot into the werewolf's mouth like an arrow from a string.

In a few moments, the werewolf fell silent. The wounded **** dog whimpered around him.

"Ah, you are the best Potions professor." Gwen half-truths praise.

"Shut up, Ollivander," said Snape viciously, "your wooden head should be on the wand shop sign, and you should be expelled! You guys, the idiots who were fascinated by Black..." Before he could finish his words, Lupin, who was unsuccessful in transforming into a werewolf, let out a roar.

"Ouch!"

Snape turned his head and looked at Lupin with a big fluffy tail, showing a strange happy expression, "It seems that my wolf poison potion did not stop your nature - tame The werewolf of - are you speechless?" He seemed to enjoy the scene, "Let's hear what the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has to say - do you think Black is innocent?"

"Ow!" Lupin let out a wolf howl softly and calmly.

"Ha," Snape sneered wickedly, "I hope the Minister of Magic will accept your howl as evidence of Black's innocence."

At this moment, Peter Pettigrew took the opportunity to get Lupin's wand which had fallen on the ground.

"Except your weapons!" Harry cried, pointing his own wand at Peter Pettigrew; Lupin's wand flew high into the air and disappeared.

"Stay there and don't move!" Harry shouted and ran forward. too late. Peter Pettigrew is transformed. Harry saw his bald tail twitching on Ron's outstretched arm.

At that moment, Gwen finally wanted to understand what her mission was tonight. After she had done several bad things before, she now disappeared quickly towards Peter Pettigrew He threw the mouse-trap with the door open in the direction of him—like a sturdy Muggle discus player, according to Harry.

The rat trap fell on the ground and chased wildly in the grass. Then there was a white light, and a loud roar—Harry heard the cage move just like Gwen's—was a summoning spell.

“Come here————!!”

Then the rat trap opened its **** mouth in the moonlight, and a deep purple tongue stretched out into the depths of the grass. The big, emaciated mouse was rolled up by its tongue and immediately swallowed into the cage. During this period, it screamed and struggled continuously, and the irritable monster's book cover kept on closing its fangs, and the worm-like tail was bitten off. The rat in the cage let out a shrill cry, and then passed out with a belly flip.

The **** dog changed his body and turned back to Sirius, staring at the mouse ecstatically, "Great!" He looked at Gwen, "Gryffindor student, yes ?"

Gwen nodded stupidly, then saw Snape come angrily and point his wand at Black.

"It's not over, you stupid dog." He said triumphantly, "Don't expect Fudge to have the patience to listen to a mouse confession, now only I can testify for you, or you You have to accept the Dementor's kiss honestly."

Gwen felt a chill around him before he finished speaking.

Dementors, at least a hundred, in a black mass, slid towards them. That icy feeling permeated everyone's insides, the fog began to blur their vision, and the gang gathered more from the darkness on all sides; they were surrounding...

"Think of joy!" Harry yelled, raising his wand, blinking furiously to see better, shaking his head to get rid of the faint whims that had begun in his mind Scream - I'm going to live with the godfather. I'm leaving the Dursleys. He forced himself to think of Sirius, to think only of Sirius, and began to chant: "God Guard! Call God Guard!"

This power is too weak compared to Dementors. Gwen couldn't help thinking that she, Hermione, and Ron had never learned the Patronus Charm. The half-transformed Lupin was unable to use magic, and Black shook, rolled over, and lay motionless on the ground, pale as if dead. Snape didn't know what he was hesitating about, but he wouldn't let out the Patronus with flesh, only the formless Patronus gleam emanating from the wand. The two silver barrier-like mists of him and Harry couldn't stop hundreds of Patronus at all.

A dementor stopped, very close to him. It couldn't pass through the silver mist that Harry sent. A slender dead man's hand slipped out from under the cloak. The hand made a gesture as if to push away the Patronus.

Several dementors surrounded them, sucking away Gwen's happiness, "Think of happy things." Gwen kept saying to herself, but she was like being forcibly removed from her own I can't remember what it was like when I had a wand, I can't remember who I invented with, whose arms she was taken, from whom was the best Christmas present she ever received, and whose There is a soft tummy in the sleeping bag. Gwen felt the rancid breath of the Dementors, and heard old Mr. Ollivander's mournful stutters: "They... won't... come back, boy."

[In the Forbidden Forest in the distance, another Harry and Hermione got off Buckbeak's back.

Hermione and Harry both stood up. Buckbeak looked up. They saw Lupin, Ron, and Peter Pettigrew clumsily emerge from the hole under the willow tree. Then there's Snape and Gwen, floating oddly. Harry was talking to Blake. They all started walking towards the castle.

Harry's heart started beating wildly. He glanced at the sky. At any moment now, the cloud will float to one side and the moon will be revealed.

"Harry," murmured Hermione, seeming to know exactly what he was thinking, "we'll just stay where we are. We must not be seen. We have nothing to do right now. can not do this…"

"Then we'll let Peter Pettigrew escape again..." Harry said calmly.

"But Gwen carried that cage," Hermione said calmly. "Her presence was a variable, remember? The first time she wasn't with us, now we call her In the past, you have to trust her. We came back to help Sirius and shouldn't do anything else!"

"Okay!"

The moon came out from behind the clouds. They stopped when they saw the small figures crossing the field. Then they saw the movement... "That's Lupin," Hermione whispered, "he's changing..."

"Hermione!" Harry said suddenly, "We must act!"

"Okay, if you insist, oooo-" Hermione put her hands to her mouth and let out a loud wolf howl at the opposite side.

Harry stared over there for a while, "Lupin didn't run into the woods, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, Harry." Hermione was also very confused, "What happened in the past cannot be changed, he must have transformed. It may be because of our intervention... It is dangerous, we can not…"

"I won't try to intervene again," said Harry quickly, "but if we can't see what's on the other side, how will we know when to save Sirius? We'll have to go and see. Look!"

"But then we'll be seen for ourselves!"

Harry stood there for less than a minute, hesitant. At this time, hundreds of Dementors were approaching Sirius. Harry looked forward, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. The one who sent the guardian angel should be there, no matter who it is, it may appear at any time now.

But no one came. The dark Dementors had broken through his weak line of defense on the opposite side, and a fellow sucked a bright, silvery pearl from Sirius's mouth, Harry knew it was Sirius' noble soul, and he was about to die. The rescuer was supposed to be there by this time - but this time no one came to help... and then it dawned on him - he got it. He didn't see his dad - he saw himself.

Harry jumped out from behind the bushes and drew his wand. "God escort!" he yelled. What emerged from the end of his wand was not a shapeless mist, but a dazzling silver animal. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looks like a horse. It left him and galloped towards the distant crowd. He saw it lowered its head and charged at the horde of dementors... Now it was running in circles around the black figure on the ground, the dementors backing up,