Now as I process what's happening, I'm majorly annoyed, one might even say that I'm royally pissed off. Those Ministry fuckwits are actually trying to discredit Harry by getting him expelled for underage magic. Well, whoever cooked up this scheme is either mentally deficient or too far up Fudge's colon to see past what he had for lunch because they must have overlooked the fact that in sending dementors to Harry, they sent dementors to me. Now If I were a pureblood they would have had one massive pile of shit on their desk to deal with tomorrow but unfortunately, I'm a muggleborn and therefore I might as well consider myself to be without rights in the magical world. So I take the easy way out instead and raise my wand in the direction of the dementors and speak clearly "Ego postul occisor" while pumping every ounce of magic and willpower into my wand as I can manage. The result is Instant as a black mist coalesces at the end of my wand and then forms into the shape of a regal-looking hooded figure, which then calmly approaches the dementors before reaching out with both hands grabbing one of them and tearing it in two like it was a piece of paper. I holster my wand and watch as the figure repeats this for the other dementor before turning back to me and kneeling.