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But
she
could
n't
do
it
.
The
Dementors
were
closing
in
,
barely
ten
feet
from
them
.
They
formed
a
solid
wall
around
Harry
and
Hermione
,
and
were
getting
closer
...
.
"
EXPECTO
PATRONUM
!
"
Harry
yelled
,
trying
to
blot
the
screaming
from
his
ears
.
"
EXPECTO
PATRONUM
!
"
A
thin
wisp
of
silver
escaped
his
wand
and
hovered
like
mist
before
him
.
At
the
same
moment
,
Harry
felt
Hermione
collapse
next
to
him
.
He
was
alone
...
completely
alone
...
.
"
Expecto
--
expecto
patronum
--
"
Harry
felt
his
knees
hit
the
cold
grass
.
Fog
was
clouding
his
eyes
.
With
a
huge
effort
,
he
fought
to
remember
--
Sirius
was
innocent
--
innocent
--
We
'll
be
okay
--
I
'm
going
to
live
with
him
--
"
Expecto
patronum
!
"
he
gasped
.
By
the
feeble
light
of
his
formless
Patronus
,
he
saw
a
Dementor
halt
,
very
close
to
him
.
It
could
n't
walk
through
the
cloud
of
silver
mist
Harry
had
conjured
.
A
dead
,
slimy
hand
slid
out
from
under
the
cloak
.
It
made
a
gesture
as
though
to
sweep
the
Patronus
aside
.
"
No
--
no
--
"
Harry
gasped
.
"
He
's
innocent
...
expecto
expecto
patronum
--
"
He
could
feet
them
watching
him
,
hear
their
rattling
breath
like
an
evil
wind
around
him
.
The
nearest
Dementor
seemed
to
be
considering
him
.
Then
it
raised
both
its
rotting
hands
--
and
lowered
its
hood
.
