Chapter 335 Goodbye Dementors

Chapter 335 Goodbye Dementor

"Apart from bullying the weak and bowing your knees to Voldemort, what else do you do?" Harry said contemptuously. Snape's shot made Harry even more disgusted with him. Besides relying on his strength to bully students, what else would he do?

The contempt in those green eyes drove Snape even more mad, and another white light emanated from his wand.

"I'm still going to catch Peter Pettigrew myself." Blake's voice came from the side, and he instantly turned into a big black dog like lightning, hitting the cracked lines on the wooden wall.

"Break apart!" Snape fired a spell at Black, which only chased the shadow of the big black dog, hit the broken wooden wall, and cut it open.

"You have no right to meddle in my revenge," Harry roared.

"God's Guard!" A silver beam spurted out, transforming into a silver figure, and slammed Snape into the wall in an instant, knocking him into a coma.

Harry chased the figure of the big black dog and quickly chased out through the cut wooden wall.

"You really want to stop me? Lupin." George asked coldly.

He noticed Blake's movement immediately, and he raised his wand to stop it. Lupin stepped forward suddenly, blocking Black's direction, and now he didn't seem to let it go.

Lupin stood in front of George with his wand in his hand. He said anxiously, "Black is innocent. Just catch Peter Pettigrew and he'll be innocent."

He couldn't understand why everyone refused to let him go even though Blake was innocent. He didn't understand why the murderer was Peter Pettigrew and the others kept trying to catch Blake.

He pleaded, "You can't put him in Azkaban, he's mad. He was found to be Animagus, and he won't last a few days this time."

"Black's decision shouldn't be up to you. You've had enough troubles. You won't be able to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester." George said indifferently.

He no longer had the slightest fondness for Lupin, just as Black said, Lupin was a good man who could not be trusted and had no principles. He knows everything, but he hides it, just to avoid making a decision and taking the consequences, and such evasion of responsibility will only cause more terrible consequences.

Just like him, in order to avoid being ostracized by the team, he sat and watched James Potter and Sirius Black's pranks, which only made them unable to distinguish the seriousness of the matter and laid the groundwork for future disasters.

Just like him, in order to avoid Dumbledore's disappointment, he hides Sirius Black and Pettigrew Peter's Animagus deformation, which will only make the truth undiscovered, let Black bear the injustice, and let Pettigrew escape punishment.

Like he didn't dare to tell the truth to others and hid Blake in private, which would only make Blake face more pursuit. And now he's trying to get Blake to escape, which will only be a killer for Blake's hunters.

Lupin's face was extremely pale, and he trembled slightly, saying, "I can't let you take him back to Azkaban."

"Get out of the way, unless you want to be imprisoned in Azkaban with him." George said coldly, suppressing his anger.

"I" Lupin was stiff, and his limbs began to tremble.

"Get out of the way!" George waved his spell, and a red light knocked Lupin away. He didn't have time to delay, and he strode toward Harry's direction.

 …

On the other side, Harry was chasing the big dog that Sirius Black had turned into.

He ran frantically along the traces around him. It didn't take long before he saw Blake kneeling on the ground from a distance. He had changed from a big black dog to a human being.

He knelt on the ground, put his head in his hands, and shouted helplessly, "Don't, please, don't." He groaned, "Please, please don't." A dozen dementors were surrounding him, circling him. Glide, turn in circles, and let out a silent roar.

"Don't take them, don't take those memories"

"I can't remember who he is but don't take him please"

"Please don't take him away"

"do not"

"Leave James at least,

I only have him left"

"don't"

"do not"

""

Blake moaned feebly, twisting and twitching on the ground, and slowly he was only breathing.

Harry slowed down, the familiar cold seeping into his insides, his vision blurred.

Blake's helpless appearance made him a little familiar, he remembered his own appearance, and he was also like this under the Dementors.

Eternal darkness and cold, eternal loneliness and death.

All the happiness left him, and all the gloom floated up from the deepest part of my heart. Dementors are perhaps the most terrifying monsters in the world, they can drain people's happiness and their energy. It can drain all happiness and tear away all pain from the depths of the human soul.

Harry knew this well, the memories of his infancy, his mother's pleas before her death, had been torn apart by the Dementors and had risen from the depths of his soul.

Sirius Black was completely motionless, and even seemed to have lost his breath.

Harry saw the dementors roaring silently. They seemed to be laughing and celebrating. The icy cold current followed the dementors' breathing, roaring, and spreading around.

He saw a dementor holding up two rotting, scabbed hands and dropping its hood.

What kind of face is that, it has no eyes, the position of the eyes, like burnt and crusted gray skin, covers the empty eye sockets.

It has no mouth, a large hole with irregular cracks, and it breathes air.

Harry was at a loss as to whether to watch Sirius Black die like this, or keep him alive. At this time, he hoped that someone could say something, whatever it was. He even preferred Snape to come out and humiliate him, as long as the silence was broken, whatever.

Sirius Black was dying, and with the last of his strength, he looked in Harry's direction, and he wanted to look at that one last time, to look at that face like James.

He said silently, "James"

The Dementor's scabbed hand grabbed Black's neck, and it forced him to look up, aiming the cracked and irregular mouth at Black.

In Blake's last memory, there was a beautiful figure, dazzling and silvery, like a bright moon in the sky and a pearl in the world. Like a spring in the mountains, like a mountain ghost in the forest.

The beautiful figure rides the wind and the air, with brilliance and brilliance, the shape is like a shining dragon, and it is like a frightening dragon.

The figure was so beautiful and incredible, but the Dementor seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world. The monster that lived on terror retreated frantically, scattered, and fled into the darkness.

(To be continued.)