Chapter 176 Dementor: Don’t come over! (12000 words)
"Sirius Black?"
Harry saw the name written on the wanted poster.
This was not the first time he had seen this name. Among his classmates two years younger was Sirius Black, the son of Principal Phineas Black.
Principal Black has five children in total, namely Sirius II, Phineas II, Signus, Belvina and Arcturus.
Sirius, also known as "Sirius", is a common name in the Black family. As far as Harry knows, before his junior student Sirius, there was another senior in the Black family who also used this name. It should be Principal Black earlier. Yao's brother.
After all, his junior should be Sirius II.
He knew about the Black family, a family that usually named their children after stars, constellations or galaxies... but the man on the wanted poster didn't look like an old man.
Is it possible that someone later named their child after Sirius?
The man in the portrait roared, and Harry felt like he had seen it somewhere before...
The angry voices of two people came from the small living room not far away. It was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking.
No, it was a quarrel.
Harry hesitated. He was not actually a person who liked to pry into other people's privacy, so after thinking about it, he decided to go back upstairs first.
But he heard his name, so he walked closer in that direction.
"...There is no point in not telling him," Mr. Weasley said excitedly. "Harry has the right to know. I tried to tell Fudge, but he insisted on treating Harry as a child. Harry is already ten years old." Three years old, and——"
And what? Harry muttered to himself.
"Arthur, the truth will scare him!" Mrs. Weasley retorted unflinchingly, "Do you really want Harry to go back to school with such a mental burden? For God's sake, When he doesn’t know, he is happy!”
"I'm not trying to make him miserable, I'm trying to make him wary!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "We all know that Black is a dangerous man, Molly. They say Sirius Black is crazy. Maybe he is." But he was smart enough to escape from Azkaban, something no ordinary person could do."
When he said this, Mr. Weasley's attitude was obviously complaining - not towards Mrs. Weasley, but towards the Ministry of Magic.
"It's been three weeks now and you haven't seen a hair on Black's head. I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet about our progress in capturing Black and inventing a wand that can cast its own spells." Pretty much, the only thing we know for sure is what Blake is after-"
At this point, Mr. Weasley turned around and met the somewhat embarrassed Harry.
"Harry." Mr. Weasley and Harry nodded, and Mrs. Weasley also greeted him.
"Uncle Arthur, Aunt Molly." Harry was still a little embarrassed, after all, he was caught eavesdropping.
Mr. Weasley came over, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Come here with me, okay? Harry?"
Harry followed, and the two of them walked to the fireplace, next to a pillar, so that the pillar could block the two of them.
Mr. Weasley put his hands on both sides of Harry's shoulders and said seriously: "Harry, some people in the Ministry of Magic, including your Aunt Molly, will be very opposed to me revealing this matter to you, but I Still insisting that you should know the truth - you are in danger now, in great danger."
"A great danger?" Harry asked confused.
"Yes, great danger," repeated Mr. Weasley, glancing at Black's wanted poster.
Harry understood and asked: "Does this have anything to do with the wanted Black?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Weasley turned around and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he continued to ask: "How much do you know about Black?"
"I know he is a descendant of Headmaster Phineas Black, and he escaped from prison." Harry said somewhat relaxedly.
"Do you know why?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Because the food in Azkaban is not very good?" Harry asked hesitantly. He had indeed been to Azkaban. The environment there was not to say good, but at least it could be said that even a mouse could not stay there.
Besides, do you need a reason to jailbreak?
"Because you stopped the mysterious man thirteen years ago." Mr. Weasley said: "And Black is his loyal supporter. We believe that he escaped from Azkaban with the purpose of killing you. Do you understand?"
"I see what you mean, Uncle Arthur." Harry nodded.
"So I need your promise that you will never try to find him." Mr. Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder: "Never try to take the initiative to find him."
Harry was stunned. He looked at Mr. Weasley in confusion and asked: "Why should I look for him? Looking for someone who wants to kill me?"
"Anyway." Mr. Weasley changed the subject, "I am also a Gryffindor, and I know that Gryffindors are the bravest, so I don't want you to get into trouble because of your unnecessary bravery - okay? Harry?”
"I understand, Uncle Arthur." Harry nodded and said, "I'm not going to find him - Sirius Black, am I?"
"Good boy." Mr. Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder: "I knew you were a good boy, Harry."
After chatting with Mr. Weasley about this matter, Harry turned around and saw Fred and George squatting in the darkness of the landing, laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe.
"What are you two doing?" Harry walked over and asked, curious about what mischief the two twins had done.
As for what Mr. Weasley said just now, Harry only listened to half of it - he promised not to go to Black because he didn't have time, because he was busy collecting mallow leaves and had no time to look for anything. Black.
Even if Phineas Black was resurrected... Oh, then Harry would definitely go and have fun and see how his old classmates knocked him unconscious in Phineas' face.
Harry believed that even Dumbledore would not be able to resist secretly casting two spells, even though they were both the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Hearing Harry's question, Fred said breathlessly: "Percy is furious. He can't find his head boy badge, but George and I think it's necessary to improve the badge."
"The badge says 'Big Head Boy'." George added: "Because his head is big, don't you think?"
Harry imagined what Percy would look like wearing the "Big Head Boy" badge and laughed too.
"How about it? I heard that you seem to be being hunted by someone?" Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "I only heard a general idea of what is going on."
"It's a man named 'Sirius Black'. He was once a serious supporter of the mysterious man."
Harry did not choose to say the name 'Voldemort'. He was not afraid of the name, which did not mean that others would be indifferent when hearing the name. He did not need to show his fearlessness in this way.
"Now that he has escaped from Azkaban, Uncle Arthur is worried that I will be hunted by him, that's all."
"So that's it." George and Fred said in unison, "That's really cool - but since you're going to be hunted down, we thought we should give you something fun."
"What's so fun?" Harry asked with interest.
"Just think of it as an early Christmas gift from the two of us. You know, your idea made us make a lot of money in school." Fred said with a smile, like an idle person selling CDs. Observing, he took out a square, folded piece of parchment from his arms.
"We don't need it now, but we don't want this old friend to be useless from now on." George added: "Come, come here, come here with the big brothers..."
They walked to an empty room and George and Fred carefully closed the door together.
"I'm really reluctant to give it to you," Fred said regretfully, reaching out and patting the parchment, with a sad look on his face as if he was parting with his lover.
"But just now we decided you needed it more than we did, Harry," said George.
"Is this some kind of magic item?" Harry asked with interest: "I trust your judgment. You are the most powerful pranksters I know...Did you buy this from Zuko's Joke Shop?"
"Bought from Zuko's joke shop?" Fred asked in disbelief, closing his eyes and making a face, as if Harry had underestimated him, "Explain yourself, George."
"Well, when we were in first year, Harry, when we were young and carefree and naive—"
Harry made a 'hehe' sound, he really doubted whether Fred and George were naive.
He remembered, however, that when Ron was very young, the two of them used a prank to give Ron a gift that turned into a giant spider, causing Ron to still have arachnophobia.
Plus, the two of them burned through Ron's tongue with their prank.
It should be said that there are no more extreme brothers than these two.
Seeming to see through Harry's disbelief, Fred added, "Well, I should say he is more naive than we are now - we have a little trouble with Filch."
"We put a dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason, that bomb frustrated him --" George said.
"Depressed? Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because we hit his cat, that red-eyed thing," the two said in unison, "so he pulled us into his office and started using the usual, you know, He has always loved cats. ”
"He wants to put us in confinement and wipe the deck with our intestines..."
"Come on Fred, that's not Filch's line. He just wanted to hook out our intestines and hang them out in the sun. He's not a pirate!" George corrected him seriously.
Fred raised his hands and performed a standard military salute: "Well, anyway, we couldn't help but notice the drawers of his filing cabinet. One of the drawers said: Confiscated supplies, highly dangerous."
"You mean this? Highly dangerous?" Harry said, pointing to the parchment. "Okay, then you stole it? Under Filch's nose?"
"George threw another dung bomb to distract him." Fred said with a smile, "I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed - this."
When he said this, Fred patted the parchment in his hand.
"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't think Filch ever discovered how to use the parchment, but he probably guessed what it was, or else he wouldn't It will not be confiscated.”
"Do you know how to use it?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, yes," Fred said with a chuckle, like an idiot: "This little beautiful thing has taught us more than all the teachers in the school."
"Let me see," Harry said.
The twins took out their wands together, touched the parchment lightly, and said in unison: "I solemnly swear that I have done nothing good."
Thin ink lines like a spider web immediately began to appear from the place where the wand had just touched. These lines merged and crossed each other, extending to every corner of the parchment; then writing began to appear on the top of the parchment, which was a curve. In large green letters, they are: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, purveyors of aids to the magic mischief maker, gentlemen proudly present - the Marauder's Map. ”
Padfoot and Prongs?
Harry always felt like he had heard this name somewhere before...
Wait,
Prongs?
Harry remembered the memory of his mother that he saw in the Pensieve...
By the Black Lake, after her mother scolded her father, she turned around and left. The black-haired boy laughed and teased Harry's father, James Potter, that name was...
"Are you out of luck? Prongs?"
Is this a relic that belongs to dad?
"We don't know whose thing this is, but the person who made it is definitely a genius." Fred and George said beside them: "Look, this map is covered with Hogwarts, and it doesn't even belong to Everyone at Hogwarts would mark it - -Look, Nico Flamel is in the principal's office, and sitting next to him is Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Hog's Head pub. I really didn't know that Mr. Flamel would be in Hogwarts. I have always Thought he was still in France.”
"If there are people here who don't belong to Hogwarts, they will also be shown on the map." George added: "I think if Black enters the school, you will definitely see him on the map-"
"So did you find anything unusual last year?" Harry asked, scratching his chin.
"Of course, we also discovered Gellert Grindelwald, right? That's our assistant Gale Scamander," Fred and George said in unison: "So I always think that the greatest of all time The master of pranks should be our principal, Mr. Albus Dumbledore. Think about it, who else can invite a world-famous dark wizard to the school to be a teaching assistant? "
"How can you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts if you don't understand Dark Arts?" Harry said with a shrug.
"You're absolutely right, Harry!" Fred showed a 'Heroes think alike' expression.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," George sighed, patting the title of this map, "We owe them a lot."
"A noble man, working tirelessly to help a new generation of rule-breakers." Fred said solemnly.
"I also think they are great people." Harry reached out to touch the map and said somewhat sentimentally.
Hearing Harry's tone, the twins were even more satisfied.
"I'm glad that you can share our feelings with these four gentlemen, which means that we have not entrusted this map to the wrong people." Fred and George handed the parchment to Harry solemnly and sacredly. , just like an old father who marries off his daughter.
"Thank you." Harry said seriously. Regardless of whether he needed this map or not, he was grateful for the love and care of the two twins.
He put the map away carefully and planned to study it carefully when he had time.
But...
Who is Moon Face? Who are Padfoot and Wormtail?
Could it be the "Banban" and "Chongchong" in the memory?
With such doubts, he fell into sleep.
The next morning, he received a letter from Professor Sprout, to the effect that he could pick mallow leaves tomorrow.
Harry was so happy that he gave Hedwig some owl supplements and let her out again.
When he got up, he heard a quarrel coming from downstairs.
"Put your coffee cup away!"
It was Percy's voice, and it sounded angry.
Harry walked down and saw the Weasley family and Hermione sitting on the long table. On Hermione's shoulders stood Jack the Parrot, combing Hermione's hair methodically.
He sat on the bench and asked curiously: "What's wrong, Ron, what's wrong with you?"
"Because I smeared his dear Penelope's picture," said Ron, wrinkling his nose. "Just because I spilled a little of my coffee, and boy... he's so stingy."
"Congratulations, baby Ronnie." Fred and George said in unison: "You can make Percy so unhappy... I think you have the same traits as us in some aspects."
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"I don't want it." Ron was still wrinkling his nose: "Like you? God, I think my mother will be angry to death."
Mrs. Weasley quickly answered: "Yes, I have to be mad at you. Having you two is already the greatest blessing in my life. May Merlin bless me!"
During the meal, they spent the whole time gossiping about Percy and Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw prefect.
Percy's face turned red. In short, he acquiesced to the teasing of his family. After all, it was his father, Mr. Weasley, who took the lead.
Today is the first day of school, but this time the start of school is obviously different from usual.
Mr. Weasley informed Harry that this time he was going to King's Cross station, and he would be picked up by a special car sent by the Ministry of Magic.
Harry did not expect that he would receive such treatment, but Mr. Weasley told him that Fudge was already worried about Sirius Black's escape from prison. If Harry was attacked again, then his magic There is no need to be a minister anymore.
Hearing Mr. Weasley's words, Harry was speechless in his heart.
He felt that for Fudge, keeping the Minister of Magic was more important than protecting him - or in other words, he chose to protect him in order to keep the position of Minister of Magic.
They took their luggage and crossed the sidewalk to the two vehicles prepared by the Ministry of Magic.
Both cars were old-fashioned dark green cars, and the first one was driven by a sly-looking wizard wearing a bright green velvet suit.
"Get in the car." Mr. Weasley said to Harry: "And you, Ron, Fred, and George. The four of you will take one car, and I will take another car with Ginny, Percy, and your mother." ”
Ron was glad not to be in the same car with Percy, after all he had just offended him.
And Percy's behavior of forgetting his brother when he had a girlfriend made Ron despise him to the extreme.
Soon, they arrived at King's Cross Station. Under Mr. Weasley's nervous and orderly command, they got off the train and arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.
Mrs. Weasley kissed them one by one, including Hermione and Harry, and finally Mr. Weasley said: "Are you all ready? Get in the car!"
"Wait a minute." Mrs. Weasley said, taking out some Galleons from her dark green handbag: "I didn't prepare a sandwich for you today, just take the money and buy something to eat in the car."
The Weasley children, who were originally frustrated when they saw the big green tote bag in their mother's hands, shouted happily. They thought it was sandwiches, but they never expected that their mother would be so generous today and prepare something for them. It's gold galleons.
God, God knows how much they don't want to eat that sandwich. It's not that the sandwich is not delicious, it's just that they feel a little panicked after eating too much.
"I think you should get in the car," Mr. Weasley said, and he finally looked at Harry: "Harry, remember what I said, okay?"
"Of course, thank you for the reminder, Uncle Arthur." Harry said obediently.
When they got in the car, Percy left with Penelope Crevat, a senior from the Eagle House who was wearing a Ravenclaw uniform, and they left amidst the cheers of his younger brothers and sisters.
The Weasley twins found their friend Lee Jordan. They heard that Lee Jordan had obtained a huge scorpion this time and was going to show it to them.
"Your prediction last year was good," Ron looked at Hermione and said, "I remember what your prediction came from? You meant that Lee Jordan would definitely be able to get a big scorpion this year, and it turned out that he did."< br>
"So what do you think next year will be?" Harry asked Hermione.
While talking, Ginny also left here and came together with her best friends.
"I think it will be more weird bugs." Hermione seemed to be thinking of some scary guy while speaking, and shuddered. "Let's go, let's get in the car quickly. If we don't get in, there will be no room."
Harry and Ron followed Hermione into the car and walked along the corridor looking for empty carriages, but all the carriages were full except the last carriage.
There was only one person in this carriage. He was sitting by the window and was sleeping soundly. He looked very sleepy.
The three of them stopped on the threshold.
The Hogwarts Express is usually used by students, who have never seen an adult here, except for the witch pushing the food trolley for them.
The stranger wore an extremely shabby wizard's robe, patched in several places. He looked sick and exhausted.
Although he still looks young, his light brown hair is already mixed with some white hair.
It can be seen that this wizard's daily life must not be very good, so he is... mentally and physically exhausted.
"Who do you think he is?" Ron asked in a low voice. They sat down, closed the door, and sat as far away from the car window as possible.
"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione whispered immediately.
"How do you know?" Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously: "Why do I feel like you know everything? Maybe Professor Snape's nickname is really right, and you really are Miss Know-It-All."
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Hermione wasn't angry after hearing what Ron said. She seemed to have fully accepted the title "Miss Know-It-All".
"Isn't it written on his suitcase?" Hermione replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head.
There was a small, shabby box, tied with many ropes and neatly knotted.
"Professor R. J. Lupin" was printed on one corner of the box, the letters peeling off.
"I wonder what he teaches?" Ron said, frowning at Professor Lupin's profile.
"Do you even need to ask, Ron?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Think about it, which professor of ours last semester had to resign due to some accident?"
Ron suddenly realized and said: "Oh, I remembered, it's Ms. Rozier... Oh my God, I actually don't understand it. Ms. Rozier is really a very competent professor, and even helps with magic. The Ministry captured that who--yes, that embroidered pillow Lockhart. Such a respectable old lady was actually kicked out of the school by the parents. It's really funny... I can't imagine that there is a professor who can compare with her. More suitable for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.”
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"I hope this Professor Lupin is no worse than her." Hermione glanced at Lupine and said softly.
The Hogwarts Express drove steadily north. The scenery outside the window became more and more wilderness-like, but the sky was getting darker and darker - because the clouds overhead were getting thicker and thicker, as if a storm was brewing.
Outside the door of their carriage, people kept walking back and forth.
At noon, the lady pushing the cart came to the compartment, and Ron and Harry bought a lot of food, planning to use it as lunch.
"Is this what you want for lunch?" Hermione asked, looking at the two of them uncertainly.
"You can eat it or not." Ron said, reaching for a piece of cake and stuffing it into his mouth.
"I think the professor should eat something, what do you think?" Hermione looked at Professor Lupine and pushed him: "Professor? Professor? I'm sorry-"
However, Lupine slept peacefully and had no intention of moving at all.
"Don't worry, dear," the witch said, handing Harry a cauldron cake. "If he wakes up and is hungry, just go to the driver at the front and find me."
As she spoke, the witch winked at Harry playfully, as if the two of them knew each other.
In fact, they did know each other - it should be said that this lady was already selling snacks from a cart on the Hogwarts Express a hundred years ago.
Hermione glanced at Lupin worriedly and continued to eat the snacks placed on the chair.
In the afternoon, it started to rain heavily outside, and the outline of the rolling hills outside the window gradually became blurred due to the continuous downpour.
The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was not harmonious. A burst of fast footsteps gradually sounded outside the carriage.
"Harry?"
Draco's voice came from the door, and when Harry raised his head, Draco was already crowded beside him, still holding the cauldron cake he bought.
"Hey!" Ron said, "Can you please pay attention, that's the cake we bought."
Draco tore open the package, broke off a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he said, "It's not delicious."
Then he put the cake on the small table and said to Ron: "Weasley-this time I am here to declare a challenge. When the duel cabin opens, I will duel with you! Let's see how I do this time Defeat you easily!”
"Defeat me?" Ron seemed to have heard some joke: "Just you?"
Draco chuckled. He did not refute anything, but said to Harry: "Sebastian taught me some little knowledge. I think I can definitely defeat Weasley this time -"
Did Sebastian teach you?
Harry thought for a moment and felt that Ron might be defeated.
As we all know, Sebastian's dueling level is quite high. With his guidance, Draco's dueling level will surely improve very quickly.
"Come just come, who is afraid of whom?" Ron said unconvinced: "I will definitely convince you this time -"
Draco snorted and smiled. He grabbed the chocolate frog next to Ron at lightning speed and left Harry's compartment as fast as he could.
"Hey, the thief," Ron said angrily.
Hermione corrected him and said: "He snatched the chocolate frog in front of you, so he is not a thief, but a robber——"
"That doesn't make any difference," Ron said with a puff of his lips.
"So you've finished your homework?" Harry said as he chewed the chocolate frog, one of its legs still kicking helplessly near his mouth.
After hearing Harry's words, the small piece of cauldron cake left in Ron's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Oh my god, I didn't do my Potions homework!" Ron said, holding his head. He bent down and picked up the cauldron cake, put it in front of his mouth, blew it and ate it again: "Snape will kill me!"
"It's not like that." Hermione frowned and said, "Then why don't you make up your homework quickly? While we are still in the car, it's just Potions homework. Can you calm down?"
"Yeah, hell is just a sauna," Ron said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Hermione gave Ron a dirty look.
Ron puffed his lips, stood up, took out a pen and paper, switched places with Hermione, and started writing a paper for Potions class on the table.
From time to time, he would ask Harry and Hermione how to write their papers.
The carriage became quiet except for the rumble of the train.
Ron was working hard on his Potions homework on the table, but the train was moving slower and slower. Gradually, the sound of the wheels became smaller and smaller, while the sound of the wind and rain outside the window became louder.
Harry was closest to the door and got up to look down the corridor.
In each carriage along the corridor, people poked their heads out to look around, their little heads poking out one after another, as if they were growing mushrooms.
After a while, the train suddenly shook and stopped. There was a banging sound in the distance, which sounded like luggage falling from the rack.
Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and they were plunged into complete darkness.
"What happened?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry, "I've just finished half of my homework! Oh my god! If I don't finish it, Snape will throw me into the crucible to brew the potion!"
"Ouch! What are you doing!" Hermione gasped, "Ron, that's my foot! You stepped on my foot!"
At the same time, there was a muffled sound in the carriage.
Harry could hear the dull sound of Hermione's fist hitting Ron's back.
It seemed that the chiseling was not light.
He took out his wand, illuminated the carriage with fluorescent flashes, and returned to his seat.
"Is the train broken down?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I don't know, but I don't think it's a good thing." Hermione said with some trembling: "I remember many historical events, such as the assassination of certain important figures, all on trains - I very much doubt that this time is... ”
"Do you think there is any big shot on this train?" Harry smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I think it was a train breakdown, so it stopped temporarily."
Ron took a breath at the window based on the light emitted by Harry's wand, picked up his sleeves and wiped it carefully.
"Look, there seems to be someone outside." Ron said to Harry and Hermione: "Look carefully, is there a shadow floating in the sky..."
"Why are there people floating in the sky? You are really confused about your homework." Hermione frowned and said, "What do you think that is, a ghost?"
Before he finished speaking, Professor Lu Ping woke up from his sleep.
He used Harry's wand and saw Harry's face clearly.
"Stay where you are, Harry." Professor Lupine said to everyone: "It doesn't seem to be... a popular thing out there - I know what it is."
"What are they?" Ron asked curiously: "Professor, do you know what those are?"
"Dementors." Lupine said to them: "You wait here, don't move around. I'll go to the front of the car to find the commander and ask what's going on."
After that, he stood up, lit two balls of flame in his hands, wrapped his arms, and then left the carriage.
"God, he must have some skills." Ron looked at Professor Lupine's back and said, "Did you see those two burning arms? He must be a man who is good at close combat..."
"It's really cool." Harry nodded and said, he always felt like he had seen this face before somewhere.
However, the car shook again, and then they felt as if something was getting on the car, and the temperature in the car became colder and colder.
"It's only the end of August, why is it so cold?" Ron chattered his teeth and said, "Oh my God, I feel as cold as winter..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a burst of frightened screams.
Then, the door of the carriage was slowly opened.
With the light emitted by the wand, they could clearly see what kind of thing it was that opened the carriage door.
It was a monster wearing a cloak, as tall as the ceiling, its face completely hidden under the hood; a hand stretched out from the cloak, this hand glowed faintly, gray, thin and scabbed, like something It's as disgusting as being dead and rotting in water.
Less than a second after the hand appeared, the monster under the cloak seemed to feel the gazes of the three people, and the hand suddenly shrank into the folds of the black cloak.
Then the thing under the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, shaky breath, as if trying to suck in something other than air from around it.
It's the Dementor, he's sucking the happiness out of the carriage.
"Uh..."
Ron and Hermione huffed subconsciously, feeling as if their happiness had been sucked away by this thing.
Harry sensed its malice—no matter what it was doing, Harry felt it couldn't be left to suck the joy out of it.
A blue flame suddenly ignited from around Harry's body. The dementors noticed the flame and quickly retreated as if they saw something terrible.
However, Harry had no intention of letting it go. The blue flames suddenly jumped out. From the outside perspective, it was as if there was a sudden explosion in the box. The flames completely destroyed the Dementor. Swallowed up.
The flames had no intention of stopping. As if they had their own intelligence, they began to sweep away from all directions in the carriage.
The dementors in the carriage noticed the strange movement here and quickly retreated, trying to stay away from the blue magic fire.
The Dementors who were further away from the box ran very fast, and they quickly exited the box to avoid the pain of the baptism of fire - but the two Dementors who were closer were more unlucky, and they were in the presence of their companions. In his eyes, only streaks of flying ashes were left after being rolled up by the flames.
Harry walked out of the box, tossing a ball of blue Gubralite Fire in his hand. There was a little bit of black flame around the ball of Gubralite Fire, which seemed to swallow up the surrounding light. Dark.
Gubraithian fire, in short, is Gubraithian/fire. It is not a fairy fire, but a kind of flame called Gubraithian.
This kind of flame can burn forever and is extremely difficult to control. It is as famous as fire and can cause damage to dementors.
The dementors looked at him from afar, staring at the composite flame in Harry's hand with fear, without any intention of stepping forward to fight with Harry.
Harry took a step forward.
The dementors retreated one after another. If anyone who knew the dementors was here, they would be horrified to find that fear itself can also be scary.
The train never started, and the dementors surrounded the carriage with no intention of leaving.
But after a while, the dementors dispersed and the train started again.
Harry extinguished the flame and reentered the carriage.
"That's so cool, Harry." Ron praised with a thumbs up, but his little face was a little bitter: "It's just that why do I feel like I will never be happy again?"
"That's a dementor, Ron." Harry explained to Ron: "The dementors are the guards of Azkaban. They are like the embodiment of fear - you remember that the dementors just sucked hard Action? ”
Ron and Hermione nodded with lingering fear.
"That means the dementors are sucking our emotions. When sucked by the dementors, the wizard will feel that the surrounding light and warmth are being sucked out, gradually falling into darkness and cold, courage and hope fade, and fear and nothingness gradually occupy the heart." Ha. When Lee said this, he shook his head and said: "If you cannot be rescued in time, your soul will eventually be sucked."
"Normal spells cannot repel them," Harry added: "Only the Patronus Charm can expel them."
"Then what spell did you just use?" Hermione asked curiously: "It can actually destroy dementors, my God..."
"It's just a simple little magic spell," Harry replied with a smile: "It's Gubler's Fairy Fire and Li Fire. They can restrain the Dementors and make them more honest."
"I think they are not honest, but dead." Ron complained, and then he said quickly: "Then can we learn this spell from you? You know, I think it's cool .”
"I'm afraid this won't work for the time being, Ron." Harry said to him: "Fire is a kind of black magic. It requires extremely strong control to control this kind of flame... and this kind of magic is different from other ones. If you can't control it, , it will burn everything in sight, very scary.”
"Then let's wait a few years before learning. I think we can learn the Patronus Charm first as an alternative." Ron said excitedly.
"Actually, I haven't learned it either." Harry said to the two of them: "I haven't had time to learn the Patronus Charm yet."
"It turns out there are spells you can't do!" Hermione seemed to have discovered a new world: "Oh my god, I finally know the curse you can't do..."
At this moment, Professor Luping also came back.
"Are you okay?" Lupine asked the three children with concern: "The dementors are coming to search Sirius Black in the carriage, but I think the Ministry of Magic is really crazy and allows the dementors to enter the school train and search. Aren’t they afraid of what harm these dementors might do to you children?”
As he spoke, Lu Ping felt a little aggrieved.
"I don't think any of us would hide Black under our robes." Hermione said helplessly: "Fortunately, they have all gone, far away."
Hermione and Ron had such a tacit understanding that neither of them mentioned to Lupine that Harry had driven away the Dementors.
After all, the powerful fire Harry used just now was a profound black magic, and no one wanted to let Harry leave a bad impression in front of the new teacher.
Lupine saw that Ron was a little cold, so he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him: "Eat it, it will make you feel better."
Then he gave Hermione and Harry a piece each.
The three of them took the chocolate and thanked Lupine. Ron couldn't wait to take a bite. To his great surprise, a warmth suddenly spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Lupine said with a smile: "We should be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. I think I need to talk to Dumbledore about this matter - Dementors Entering the train to search”
"Then don't forget it, Professor." Hermione said angrily: "Oh my god, this is really dangerous, what if those dementors sucked away everyone's soul?"< br>
Ron chewed the chocolate and said: "I don't think they will, otherwise Dumbledore will tear apart Azkaban."
After a while, Neville and Seamus, who were dressed in school uniforms, also came to their box. After greeting Lupine, they started chatting enthusiastically about dementors, and even asked Harry if he wanted one in this year's duel cabin. Open up the topic of dealing with dementors.
Lupine glanced at Harry in surprise. He didn't expect that Harry would start such an organization in school?
But he wasn't surprised, after all, Harry's father James was not a peaceful master at first - he and Harry's father were good friends and roommates.
At the end, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station.
Lupine left first. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore about things first.
Harry and the others struggled to squeeze out of the car and arrived outside the platform.
The rain had stopped at this time, but the coldness in the air lingered.
Hagrid still shouldered the task of leading the new students, but he still took the time to find the figures of the five Harrys and raised his hands to greet them.
"Are you okay, you guys?" Hagrid shouted to them over the many heads.
Harry and the others waved to Hagrid, but had no chance to speak to him as the people around them were pushing them along the platform.
Just like last year, a group of Yeqi carriages were standing outside, waiting for everyone's arrival.
Ron and Hermione still couldn't see the Thestral because they hadn't witnessed death with their own eyes; but Harry could, after all, he had seen death more than once.
After they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage began to drive on its own, stumbling along the way.
There was a faint smell of musty and straw inside the carriage, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time.
"Look, Harry." Ron suddenly pointed out the carriage window and said to Harry: "Are there any dementors outside? Look at the sky over there, right over there!"
Harry followed the direction of Ron's finger and indeed saw the Dementors hovering in the sky.
"Why are they not in Azkaban but here?" Hermione asked strangely: "Aren't they the guards of Azkaban?"
Harry withdrew his gaze and said nonchalantly: "I don't know, maybe they decided that Black would come here?"
"I don't think it's that simple, Harry." Hermione said with some worry: "I always feel that these dementors are coming for you, don't you? You killed several of their kind on the train. They should be The most vengeful creature in the world...be careful, Harry."
The Dementors in the distance seemed to have heard what Hermione said, and they all locked their eyes on the carriage where Harry was.
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