Chapter 435: Let’s Negotiate
They were Dementors—at least a hundred of them—black and menacing, swarming along the shore like a dark cloud. More and more appeared from all directions, closing in on Kyle and the others, their chilling presence thickening the air.
Kyle shot a look at Black, who was crouched on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, covering his head in terror.
"Change back, quick!" Kyle shouted. "Do you want Harry to die here?"
Hearing Harry's name, Black's crumbling spirit steadied just enough. He transformed, his body twisting into the form of a large, black dog.
The Dementors closed in, their faces hidden beneath tattered hoods, their withered hands reaching toward Kyle and the others. The air became colder than ever, as if it wanted to freeze them where they stood.
"Expecto Patronum!" Kyle shouted, waving his wand. A large, glowing silver jellyfish appeared above him, its pulsating tentacles casting a bright light in all directions. The freezing air receded as a ring of warmth spread out from the Patronus.
But there were simply too many Dementors. They hovered just outside the protective circle, reluctant to retreat. One Dementor even extended a bony, decayed hand, trying to push through the Patronus's light.
Then, suddenly, a thin, silver ribbon appeared—one of the jellyfish's long, delicate tentacles. It floated forward and wrapped around the Dementor's arm, tightening in an instant. The Dementor struggled, its ragged breaths rattling in the silence.
Harry watched in awe. The tentacles of Kyle's Patronus were extending further, wrapping around Dementors one by one. The silver jellyfish remained luminous and beautiful, but there was a strange, unsettling power in the way it ensnared the creatures. Nearly a dozen Dementors hung midair, struggling against the Patronus's grasp, as dark mist poured from where they were entangled. The sight was even more eerie than watching Professor Lupin transform into a werewolf.
Panicked, the Dementors scattered, retreating frantically to the edges of the light. But one Dementor hovered in place, seeming to act as their leader. It made a strange, rasping sound that Kyle didn't understand, as though signaling the others.
"Leave!" Kyle commanded, stepping forward, his Patronus's light intensifying.