The Death Eaters who had just emerged from the tunnel onto Azkaban Island saw nearly half their number scared into rolling back into the tunnel by the swooping Dementors.
At the critical moment, Old Nott screamed hoarsely at Bode,
"Stop them!"
Time seemed to slow at that instant. Lucius stared wide-eyed at Bode, his gray eyes full of expectation, because if Bode could not stop those Dementors, then they were unlikely to survive the day.
Under the watchful eyes of several Death Eaters who still retained their senses, Bode, seemingly unaffected by the Dementors, reached into his pocket. The next second, he flicked his arm toward the oncoming Dementors and threw something out!
It was a sheet of parchment that appeared to be quite old, its surface yellowed with age and its edges riddled with wormholes of varying sizes!
When Lucius realized it was merely an ordinary-looking piece of parchment, the light in his eyes went out, and his heart sank to the depths.
But he had no intention of calmly accepting death. His hand reached into his own pocket, ready to activate the Portkey made by the Dark Lord that could transport them out of Azkaban, but—
Rumble!
A thunderclap exploded. The parchment drifting through the frigid air suddenly froze in midair, and the tattered sheet began to radiate endless azure starlight into the dark sky!
The blue radiance swept through the surroundings, and the chill in the air rapidly faded. An unspoken majesty spread through the hearts of every living person.
The dazzling brilliance made Lucius squint instinctively, but he could still see the phantom image of an exquisitely crafted crown flickering upon the parchment that bloomed with boundless blue starlight!
In midair, the attacking Dementors became docile one by one after being swept by the azure radiance.