Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 177

The patron saint curse is not a magic that can come in handy at ordinary times.

At the age of twelve, after Ulysses learned this spell, he rarely used it. Until last year in the Forbidden Forest, Ulysses used the patron saint to report when facing the siege of the abyss member Marvin and several others. At that time, the patron saint was nothing more than an ordinary crow.

Since then, Ulysses has not used the full Patronus Charm. Unexpectedly, when it was on display today, the patron saint was in the form of a three-eyed crow.

Ulysses touched his chin, lost in thought. The form of the patron saint can be changed, which he knows. But in that case, without exception, it is due to drastic changes in emotions, or changes in the objects that you want to protect.

What kind of situation is this for yourself?

Ulysses raised his head and looked at the indifferent silver three-eyed crow.

“Is this your patron saint, Ulysses?”

Millie looked at the silver creature curiously, and was amazed, “But… does the crow have three eyes?”

“I know a little bit.”

The fear on Gerrard’s face has gradually faded and returned to normal. He said thoughtfully, “As far as I know, the family emblem of the Lestrange family is a three-eyed crow… Planting great creatures from ancient times…”

Ulysses didn’t say much, he thought to himself that the sacrifice magic the family held for him was definitely not as simple as improving his own magic talent and memory, and more important…

I am afraid it is to purify the concentration of own blood, so as to explain why the fantasy of the three-eyed crow can be mobilized in the British Lestrange family mansion, and the patron saint of own has also become the form of the three-eyed crow.

Ulysses shook his head without telling own guess. He smiled and said:

“Have you seen it all? Who will be next?”

The silver three-eyed crow quickly turned into a cloud of mist and floated back into Ulysses’ wand.

Millie glanced at Draco who shook her head slightly, and said angrily:

“Let me do it.”

Ulysses was noncommittal, seeing Millie taking out her wand and waiting for her, grabbed the dementor by the back of its neck and pushed it out.

“Call, call God’s guard!”

Millie’s eyes widened, watching the approaching dementor, feeling the constant chill in all directions, she shouted.

Ulysses narrowed his eyes and looked at her wand.

As the spell sounded, a thin silver mist gradually fell from the wand, and gradually solidified in the continuous intertwining.

In a short while, Millie’s patron saint was so solidified.

Ulysses clapped his hands in surprise. He really didn’t expect the effect of the Dementor to be so good.

Millie’s patron saint was surrounded by silver-white haze, hopping the dementors all over the classroom, causing Gerald and Draco to flee around.

This is a Scottish lop-eared rabbit. The long ears that flutter up and down with each jump make it hard to mistake its breed.

“Successful?”

Millie was surprised, she had forgotten her fear of the Dementor, and she couldn’t wait to wave to her patron saint. Although she couldn’t touch the entity, she couldn’t help but lay hands on it.

After a while, Millie reluctantly put away the patron saint, while Ulysses’ eyes fell on Draco.

Draco plucked up the courage to stand up, took out his wand and aimed calmly at the dementor. It’s a pity that he still couldn’t cast the Patronus Charm when facing the Dementor. Ulysses sighed and didn’t criticize him too much.

Soon it came the week before Christmas, and the first half of the semester was officially over, and it was a holiday time that made the little wizards excited.

Students who did not choose to spend Christmas at school got on the train home.

Ulysses was among them.

…

The streets of Italy have a sense of eye-catching color.

On both sides of the not-so-wide streets, those row upon row of buildings are mostly colorful. Even if you use color boldly, there is not much sense of contradiction. In addition to those overflowing exotic customs, even Ulysses can feel the precipitation that originated from the Renaissance.

But at the moment, Ulysses is unwilling to watch these wonderful street scenes. After getting off the plane, his goal was very clear, located in Pachino, the southernmost tip of Italy.

It was a small seaside town on Sicily, with low earth and stone walls and tiled houses everywhere. A variety of potted plants and green vines covering the outer walls of the house make it look full of life.

Ulysses found a hotel casually, but the Italians’ English was not very popular. In desperation, Ulysses could only give the hotel owner a confusing curse as a gift, and then the check-in procedure was completed. Fortunately, this place has surpassed the supervision unit of the British Ministry of Magic, and there is no scrupulous about the use of the spell for the time being.

The next morning, along the coast of Pachino.

Ulysses took out his flying broomstick and flew toward the depths of the sea.

The idea of ​​the flying cloak has not yet been successfully transformed into disappearance by Ulysses, and the only means of flying is the flying broom except for a few spells.

Ulysses flew towards the center of the Mediterranean without a haste. There was a small island covered by magic, and it would have been impossible to find it unless Ulysses had taken the map given to him by Rowena Ravenclaw.

But even so, after a while, when Ulysses flew over a piece of sea, there was a blur around the sudden consciousness. When he had just reacted, he saw a small island in front of him, and the top of a tall tower in the center was emitting a soft light.

“A barrier that absorbs light? And an enlarged version of the Phantasmal Curse?”

Ulysses glanced back, muttered to himself, and flew straight to the tower.

When he approached the tower, he immediately found a lot of immortal magic on it. Most of them are harmless, just used to stabilize the tower and avoid Muggle discovery, while others are passive defensive magic.

Ulysses saw a red halo appearing around the tower, and it seemed that countless spells emerged from The next moment, and quickly stepped back.

“It looks like you have to walk past it honestly.”

He pressed the top of the flying broomstick and fell into the woods below. Although he touched the branches of a tree, he landed steadily on the ground.

Ulysses spit out the leaves hanging around his mouth and began to observe the surroundings.

The neighborhood is full of greenery and is a lush forest. Various magical plants grow comfortably, swaying gently with the breeze.

But before he took a few more steps, something was wrong.

Ulysses drew out his wand and stood vigilantly on the spot.

Before long, the branch on Ulysses’ left trembles, and it seems that some big guy is about to rush out.

“There are so many obstacles!”

Ulysses waved his magic wand sharply.

Suddenly, even the trembling leaves that were nearby slowed down. The next moment, a big, terrifying mouth suddenly emerged from between the branches, and the sharp fangs were clearly visible.