Chapter 591 You didn’t expect it, I’m back again!

The fierce fire snake screamed tragically under the badger that was transformed from the curse and split into several pieces.

Riddle didn't speak, but presumably he was a little speechless.

Are all young people today so...?

Soul put away his wand and watched the tug of war between Riddle and the two dementors. Oh, the referee Dumbledore was blowing the black whistle.

The situation is extremely unfavorable for Riddle.

It moved closer to the two long kisses inch by inch. It seemed slow, but in fact not much time passed.

"Dumbledore!" Riddle begged the gunman like a prisoner at gunpoint, "Wait! We can still talk, Dumbledore, professor, old..."

Before Riddle could successfully blurt out the last word, he was cut in half and submerged into the mouthparts of two dementors.

The reason was that Dumbledore stepped up his suppression and gave Riddle a fatal blow.

The crown fell to the ground and made a clear sound---'Dang Cang'

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

The two dementors that had absorbed Riddle's soul howled in pain, and the gray-black mist suspended around them expanded for a moment, then quickly shrank back into their bodies.

Dumbledore's expression changed, and he stepped forward, protecting Soul behind him.

The two Dementors were like two magnets with different positive and negative levels, slowly approaching. Sur could see that the two Dementors were trying their best to stay away from each other. It seemed that this was an extremely dangerous behavior. The Dementors' The hood fell off during their violent struggle.

This was also the first time that Soul saw the complete appearance of the dementor under its hood.

No, it's not appropriate to describe it with appearance. It's not a face at all, but a hazy round black-gray mist. The only thing that can barely be called one of the facial features is their long... Mouthparts.

Dumbledore just stood firmly in front of Soul holding the Elder Wand without making any movement, watching helplessly as the two dementors fused together after letting out their last scream.

There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands in the air, crushing the two dementors into a flat piece of paper. Then, the 'paper' expanded to both sides, as if someone was pumping air into a flat balloon. Same.

The inflated 'balloon' contracted violently when it reached its limit. At the same time, the gray-black mist appeared again, surging and swaying, blocking the sight.

After a few breaths, the gray mist gradually faded.

Only one dementor appeared in sight again. The black robe that had not been changed since the Merlin era was still in tatters, but the hands that poked out from under the black robe were still skinny. , with distinct joints, but after being covered with a layer of pale skin, it looks more like a pair of human hands.

Sur didn't know how to describe it, but let's call it skin.

The hood was put back on, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly, except that the mouthparts disappeared, replaced by a thin black line, and above it, a pair of eyes with flashing red light.

Those red eyes looked directly at the two of them, thin lines opened--

"How amazing..."

"Dumbledore..."

"You didn't expect it, I'm back again."

What's going on with this strange sense of déjà vu? Su Er couldn't help but complain, thinking of a short fat man holding a lantern and wearing a hat, who liked to have his hands folded on his chest.

"Riddle?" Dumbledore said softly.

The monster, who didn't know whether it could be called a dementor anymore, smiled strangely and did not respond. Instead, it stretched its hands under the black robe.

"It's amazing, I feel powerful, more powerful than ever before."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, raised his wand, and recited a spell.

The hazy silver light flickered at the tip of the staff, expanded rapidly, and the mist rippled. A sweet cry sounded in the mist, and a silver-white phoenix spread its wings and flew out.

Dots of starlight twinkled under the slightly drooping feathers.

what?

Sur opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at the flying phoenix.

Can magical animals appear as patron saints? Isn’t it taught in the book?

When Sur was dazed, the situation in the field took a turn for the worse. The phoenix spread its wings and pounced on the enemy, and the silvery dust fell like sparks on the monster that was neither human nor ghost.

At the same time, a golden flame with a thin tail flame shot away like a sharp sword.

"Ah..." Suer only heard a scream.

Fire and silver light burst out, and the wind born in the void blew around the monster with the monster as the center. "Crash." That was the sound of armor not far away being blown over by the wind and smashing onto other things. Then, it was like dominoes. In this way, all kinds of messy sounds echoed in the air of this small house.

Sur's hair was also blown by the strong wind.

The dust was so thick that he had to close his eyes.

When he opened it again, the creature that was neither human nor ghost had disappeared, not even the dust had fallen, and Dumbledore was bending down to pick up the crown that fell on the ground.

What expansion is this? Su Er didn't react for a moment.

I originally thought there would be a lot of nonsense and a big fight, but Riddle's new form didn't even appear for a few minutes, and he just said a line and then it came to nothing?

Soul couldn't help but look at where the two dementors were standing just now.

Well, there's no scum left...

An old bee is an old bee, and he will never leave any room for action.

"Is it weird?" Dumbledore's gentle voice rang in his ears, and Soul turned his head blankly, then shook his head.

"No, Professor, I just didn't expect, what did Riddle do? There would be such a change?"

"This only shows that my original choice was correct." Dumbledore stroked the gems on the crown with his fingers.

"Although no one knows how dementors appeared, we can feel that creatures like dementors are a pure collection of negative emotions."

"Although Riddle turned back and swallowed the dementors and allowed his consciousness to dominate them, its essence is still negative emotions, and the Patronus Curse is still its nemesis, no matter how it becomes."

Dumbledore explained a few words simply, his gaze behind his half-moon glasses was deep and distant.

"You did a good job. I'm afraid this student of mine has gone a long way on the road to black magic. I must re-examine him."

Su Er didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from nodding.

"Okay, Soul, it's getting late." Dumbledore put the crown in Soul's hand calmly, "The experimental result is very successful. If nothing happens, I should go back and rest."

Soul looked down at the crown in his hand, then looked up at Dumbledore.

"I can't think of how to place this crown yet. I'll give it back to me when I come back next week."