Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

The sudden appearance of a humanoid figure blocked the killing curse.

A new term emerged, "Silver White Hope" and "Stand."

Plus, the strange pose Alaric struck caught everyone off guard.

His unexpected antics left all onlookers bewildered.

However, the fact that Alaric was able to block Voldemort's attack head-on shocked everyone, and his over-the-top behavior and Jojo-like stance did not seem ridiculous at all.

Almost everyone was left with one thought, even if they couldn't comprehend it, it certainly seemed impressive.

Even Alaric's girlfriends, seeing his quirky pose, couldn't help but say.

"Though he struck a strange pose, he still looks so handsome."

Of course, if Alaric's Stand was merely superficial, the result might have been the opposite; his over-the-top behavior could have been seen as a joke.

The winner takes all—the principle of the victor is always right holds true everywhere.

Although most wizards couldn't see Alaric's Stand, those who could were puzzled by what it was. However, Voldemort was an exception.

With magical abilities far exceeding those of everyone present, he stared at Alaric's Stand for a while, puzzled, before waving his hand at the Dementors above.

At Voldemort's command, all the Dementors in the sky moved into action.

Originally circling above Azkaban, they suddenly gathered like a stream converging into a river, then surged toward Alaric.

Hundreds of black-robed figures launched an attack at the same time, heading toward the same target.

On the Ministry side, the wizards felt a chill for Alaric.

Such a terrifying scene and such a formidable assault would make even Voldemort or Dumbledore feel intimidated.

Thinking this, the wizards tightened their grips on their wands, ready to use the Patronus Charm to support Alaric at any moment.

However, they didn't take the initiative to strike.

In this standoff, besides the two combatants, others wouldn't take the lead in attacking; otherwise, if they provoked the enemy, it could prematurely ignite a full-scale battle and ruin their leader's plans.

Bones looked at Alaric, waiting for his instruction.

She understood that Alaric was now the decisive force in this battle. Given his previous series of performances, he had always held the leading position in their cooperation.

So, when Alaric actively showed up, Bones entrusted the highest command of the battlefield to him.

However, Alaric gave no instructions.

Looking at the tide of hundreds of Dementors rushing toward him, he simply shook his head lightly.

"Relying on them to take down my Silver White Hope? Not even close."

After saying this, he shifted to a Jojo pose, side-stepping and pointing his finger at the oncoming Dementors.

"Silver White Hope, crush them!"

Understanding the command, Silver White Hope flashed to the front of Alaric, confronting the horde of Dementors. 

Facing these terrifying black creatures that exuded fear and absorbed warmth, it raised its fist.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Oraaa!!"

In response to the black wave's impact, Silver White Hope's rapid punches were like a tempest, creating countless afterimages with each swing, as if dozens or hundreds of fists were simultaneously unleashed, emitting a thunderous roar as they struck the Dementors.

It seemed the first Dementor had not expected Silver White Hope's fists to land—either that or it simply couldn't see the Stand. 

Unprepared, it took the brunt of this terrifying attack and was instantly scattered into black mist, vanishing without a trace.

But this was not the end.

After the first destroyed Dementor, others continued to rush toward Silver White Hope, trying to break through its defenses and consume Alaric behind it.

Unfortunately, mere numerical advantage could not overcome Silver White Hope.

The continuously swinging steel fists formed a wall of fists, while the Dementors surged toward it like a flood toward a dam… No, they were more like lemmings, dashing headfirst into the wall, shattering against the powerful punches.

One, two, three…

Ten, twenty, thirty…

In the eyes of the watching wizards, what lay before Alaric was no longer just a wall but the gaping maw of a monster devouring its prey.

Dozens… no, hundreds of Dementor lives were mercilessly consumed, and it seemed that the monster's appetite had not been sated at all.

It appeared that even if all the Dementors were fed to it, it would merely enjoy a bit more exercise.

"Weak!" Alaric scoffed from behind Silver White Hope, shaking his head dismissively. 

"These mere Dementors, no matter how many there are, are just an insignificant matter for my Silver White Hope."

As if understanding Alaric's words or simply running out of steam, the black wave finally halted before the silver figure.

Then, as if facing a natural enemy, all the Dementors ignored Voldemort's orders, turned away from Silver White Hope, and scattered in retreat.

When they regrouped in the sky, they barely numbered more than half of their original count.

Seeing this scene shattered the oppressive silence on the battlefield.

"Are… are you kidding me?" one of the Ministry wizards stammered, "Did… did he actually… block it?"

"No, it wasn't just a block; the Dementors fled!" another voice refuted.

"How is that possible? Those are… all the Dementors from Azkaban!" 

Even among the Death Eaters, someone screamed in disbelief.

"Too powerful!" 

"He single-handedly defeated the Dementors!"

"The Dementors were really… killed!"

A chorus of astonished cries rang out.

After a while, Voldemort finally spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.

"That Stand… it's related to your Patronus, isn't it?" Voldemort said in a deep voice. 

"I've heard that your Patronus is a fire dragon and that it is unlike any other; your Patronus can truly kill Dementors with its breath, rather than merely disperse them."

As Voldemort continued analyzing, his confidence in his judgment grew stronger.

"Given the color, the physical form, and its lethal power against Dementors, connecting it to the ability of your Patronus, what you call a Stand is actually a transformed Patronus, isn't it?"

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Alaric couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Setting aside excessive arrogance and unrealistic fantasies, Voldemort was indeed a brilliant wizard, having quickly uncovered part of the truth.

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