Tom: ???
Wait a moment, what do you mean?
Tom really wondered, is this dementor looking for a fight? People don't call you short when they know you! He took a step forward, moved closer to the speaking dementor, and realized that...
It was actually much taller than him!!
Generally, a dementor measures over two meters, and some well-developed dementors reach almost three meters. When standing upright, their heads almost touch the ceiling of the Hogwarts Express carriages.
The one in front of Tom was so tall that, in a rough estimation, Tom could see that it must measure over three meters, even for a dementor.
Tom himself is not known for his height, as he has barely passed the 160-centimeter mark so far, and he's a teenager, roughly the same height as Hermione, not that he can be blamed, how tall can you expect a boy who grew up wandering to be? However, he was glad that he had been eating better since he arrived at Hogwarts, and that his body had gradually caught up with him, not in terms of volume, but in terms of growth.
After his transformation, Tom Yodel was taller, almost two meters. That's the peak of his life, but it's not enough for a Dementor...
He has only reached the belly of the dementor!
Tom: Damn it!
The dementor I copied on the train must have been too short!
Damn it, the other dementors are looking down on me!
The tall dementor stayed floating in the air for a while, and finally spoke slowly, "Together... eat? Eat more, grow taller... if you continue like this, it won't work."
Several dementors nearby nodded their heads: the food in Azkaban has worsened in the past two years, and it's hard to forgive the new dementors for being so poorly developed!
Tom: Uh, well...
The sudden kindness caught him off guard, and he didn't know how to respond.
But soon he didn't need to think of a response. A brilliant three-headed patronus came rushing out of the bar. It was Hermione, who had been in the bar, who had come out in response to the crowd's pleas. They had noticed the difference, that the dementors hadn't retreated, that they were only an "appetizer," and that the heavy artillery was behind them.
As a spiritual manifestation, Hermione's patronus also contained Hermione's will. It was soon drawn to the dementors floating in the air, and the shorter one, in particular, touched its sensitive spot, so it came running on its little legs.
"Run!" The lead dementor had experience, and I'm afraid it had seen many battles and witnessed many things, so it immediately saw that this demon was something else and fled without hesitation.
Tom felt a sense of warmth approaching him, the three-headed dog patronus was giving him a super uncomfortable feeling, and Tom felt that if he was touched by the patronus, he would suffer for a long time, and if he received some bites, it would be even worse.
So he ran too. After a few tens of meters, he turned around and saw that the three-headed dog was still right behind him, and the distance between them had narrowed even more!
Tom: !!!
Don't come any closer!
He quickened his pace and approached the dementors he had just encountered, but as he did, they crouched down and yielded to him... damn it, if the three-headed dog catches him, they're dead. The Patronus has three heads!
Generally, the way Patronuses fight dementors depends on their species. If they are herbivorous Patronuses, like reindeer or bison, they will push and throw the dementors away, which is tough but stops hurting over time. But it's different for carnivorous Patronuses, whose teeth can be so painful that it takes a long time to recover.
So if a dementor finds itself trapped in an alley with a tiger Patronus in front of it and a horse Patronus behind it, the dementor will choose to be hit by the horse.
A three-headed dog with three heads, that's triple the pain, enough to make a dementor suffer for a long time.
Tom floated for a while before he could get rid of the three-headed dog. He was a bit too far from Hermione, and Hermione's magic was a bit difficult to supply, so he let it dissipate. The Patronus stayed on the street, wagging its tail with some regret, and then disappeared in a puff of silver-white smoke.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
By then, the other dementors had been satiated and left the search area contentedly, gathering on the main street of the village of Hogsmeade.
Tom watched as the number of dementors around him grew: a few, a dozen, dozens, hundreds...
Hogsmeade was filled with dementors, and the surroundings turned as cold as winter, a glass of water turned into ice before it touched the ground. It was midday, but the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.
There were some pops on the street, and a few figures appeared on the scene. As soon as they appeared, they felt the coldness around them and shivered.
It was a squad from the Ministry of Magic, led by a man and a woman. The man was Dawlish, a senior Auror from the Ministry, and the woman had a heart-shaped pale face and a pair of dark, bright eyes. She was dressed, like any rebellious young witch, in an eccentric shirt, patched jeans, and colorful, shiny hair.
They were followed by five or six striking employees from the Ministry of Magic. They all had their wands in hand.
The Ministry's plan was to have the dementors search Hogsmeade today, looking for any place where Sirius might be lurking, but who would have thought that the dementors would simply lose control when ordered to search?
They did their best to stop them, but it was in vain. By the time they arrived, they could feel that it was all over. The dementors had completed their search in Hogsmeade, but they had also caused a great commotion among the local population.
"How dare they?" the lead witch couldn't help but speak, wanting to blame the dementors, but Dawlish stopped her.
"Calm down, Nymphadora-"
"Call me Tonks!" The witch glared at Dawlish, her anger evident on her face.
Dawlish: ...
He obeyed.