Glenn extended his left hand, and from the black Hand of Sorcery before him, a dark mist began to spread out of thin air. It swirled like a vortex, collapsing inward until it formed a pure black halo—mysterious, foreboding, and ominous.
It seemed capable of devouring everything. The faint light lingering in the environment, already dimmed by the night and rain, seemed to vanish entirely as the black halo appeared. Within a ten-meter radius around Glenn, visibility dropped to nearly zero.
As the magical circuit took shape, Glenn's Patronus began to materialize before him.
Thin tendrils of black mist flowed out from the black halo, intertwining and weaving together. Gradually, they solidified into a physical form, finally breaking free from the halo's restraint. Only a few barely visible wisps of mist remained connected to Glenn.
The Patronus had a flat, slightly pointed head. Its large eyes gleamed faintly with a sinister red hue. Its mouth was slightly open in a predatory stance, with two long, sharp fangs protruding from its upper jaw. The scales on its body were smooth and tightly packed, so lifelike that it was almost impossible to tell it was formed from black mist.
It was a snake—a Coastal Taipan.
The Coastal Taipan was the most venomous snake on the continent and the fastest-striking snake in the world. Its venom yield was twenty times that of a king cobra. With each bite, it could release enough venom to kill twenty tons of prey within twenty-four hours—the equivalent of two adult African elephants.
Though as a Patronus it lacked its lethal venom, it retained its unparalleled speed and traded its toxicity for an even deadlier ability: devouring and corrosion.
Once formed, Glenn's Patronus did not immediately charge at the Dementors hovering in the distance. Instead, it circled in the air, stretching and flexing its body, before returning to its creator's side. It coiled around Glenn, slithering along his arms and shoulders, waiting for his command.
The distance was still too great. He needed to get closer.
Glenn's flying speed suddenly increased, accelerating fivefold as he rapidly approached the Dementors.
Five kilometers. Two kilometers. One hundred meters.
"Go," Glenn murmured softly.
The black serpent coiled around him shot forward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, piercing through the air like an arrow breaking through the clouds. The surrounding mist was blown aside, leaving a wide, clear path in its wake.
If Dementors thrived on the positive emotions of humans—their favorite "food"—then Glenn, whose heart held only a sliver of positivity amidst a sea of negativity, must have been utterly unpalatable to them. To the Dementors, he was likely the human equivalent of a bitter, toxic concoction.
The overwhelming "scent" emanating from Glenn would undoubtedly make the Dementors wary.
But physical sensations took time to register, and the Dementors had no chance to sense the impending danger before the attack struck.
By the time they felt revulsion and fear, it was already too late.
It was as if time had frozen. In an instant, all the Dementors' movements came to a halt. An invisible force seemed to grip their very essence. Despite their limited intelligence, an unprecedented terror gripped their consciousness—a primal instinct to survive.
Something was coming...
For the first time, a thought other than feeding surfaced in their awareness. But for some unlucky ones, this would be their first—and last—thought before their consciousness dissolved.
In the darkened world, a shadow darker than the surrounding night flashed by. The Dementors in its path were erased as if wiped away by an eraser. Their bodies disintegrated, leaving nothing but fragments.
Thanks to the relatively small size of Glenn's Patronus, the Dementors it devoured were left with at least some... remains.
But that hardly mattered. Seeing his Patronus successfully harm the Dementors, Glenn had no intention of leaving even a single piece of their remains.
Like raindrops falling from the sky, the bodies of Dementors consumed by the Patronus began to plummet. But this was just the beginning.
The black serpent weaved through the cluster of Dementors, darting in and out. In less than a second, the "black cloud" of hundreds of Dementors began to collapse, breaking apart into "black rain" that fell to the earth.
After seven swift strikes by the serpent, the remaining Dementors finally realized what was happening. Driven by fear, they scattered in all directions, significantly increasing the strain on Glenn's magical output and the difficulty of the serpent's pursuit.
But this was nothing more than a futile struggle.
Against Glenn, the Dementors had neither the ability nor the will to fight back.
It was a revolting comparison, but it was as if a human were being chased by a monstrous predator. Would they have any thoughts other than running as fast as possible?
The answer was obvious. And in this case, the predator—Glenn—controlled a spell capable of completely annihilating them. The Dementors could only think of fleeing back to Azkaban to feast on the prisoners there.
They desperately needed positive emotions to calm their nerves.
What a nightmare this was! Sent out with orders to search the big metal train at all costs for Sirius Black, they had expected to feast on the positive emotions of the young wizards inside. But before they even got close, they were blasted away by a white light. Now, they were being hunted by this terrifying black entity...
What kind of cruel joke was this?
The more intelligent Dementors thought bitterly.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind swept past, and when one of them turned to look, the companion fleeing beside it was now only half a companion.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Escape. Must escape.
Before the thought could fully form, its consciousness faded entirely, leaving it as yet another shattered corpse.
The black serpent Patronus moved like a meat grinder, flying erratically and tearing the fleeing Dementors to pieces in midair.
But it was a thorough and efficient Patronus. It chewed up every fragment of the Dementors drifting in the night and swallowed them whole.
The eradication was so complete that even if the Ministry of Magic came to investigate, they wouldn't find a single scrap of a Dementor's cloak.
This one-sided massacre lasted two minutes and thirty-five seconds. With the diligent efforts of the little black serpent, the fleeing Dementors were completely annihilated.
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