The scream was enough to penetrate the eardrums. On the Dementor's body, a layer of something as thin as light smoke seemed to be grabbed and torn apart by big hands.
John was focused like never before. The wand in his hand was like a scalpel, manipulating it to peel off the dementors bit by bit.
The magic crystal hanging around his neck shimmered, and when John accidentally exerted too much force, the third dementor died.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, John's brows did not relax.
He didn't understand why he couldn't even control every bit of magic power precisely.
"It is impossible to read the dementors' thoughts. We can only distinguish them by the size of their screams."
Taking off his earplugs expressionlessly, John tapped his fingers on the cupboard.
The Boggart inside didn't dare to make a sound. It huddled in the cupboard as if dead.
John glanced at the newly added shelf for reagents. A bottle of something with a black smoke-like substance was placed there.
This is what he tried his best to extract from the Boggart, which can be said to be blood.
There was no solid matter floating, and the black smoke was moving aimlessly in the reagent.
This kind of thing reminded John of another creature in the magical world.
Obscurus.
Next to it, there are also exquisite pieces containing varying amounts of floating silver threads.
These things look very pure and sacred.
"Is this the dementor's undigested soul, or its own soul?"
After thinking for a moment, John put on his gloves and used his wand to pick out the silver wire inside.
This thing looked just like what came out of Nagini. John grabbed it but there was no call.
He stared at the silver wire and a crazy idea came to his mind.
"The soul is back."
The wand pointed at his brain, and the silver wire went in along John's ears.
Suddenly, everything in John's eyes changed.
He was unable to move, and a wizard with long black hair appeared in front of him.
His expression was cold, as if he were looking at an ant.
With a flick of the wand, John felt as if his body was being struck to pieces, bones shattered, and skin peeled off inch by inch.
The scream reached his lips and John whimpered.
It turned out that the tongue had been cut off long ago, and the veins were bulging near the eye sockets.
John couldn't escape, his face was ferocious, and there were many people imprisoned like him here.
Resentment began to spread in John's mind, and eventually it overflowed and gathered throughout the room.
John's eyes widened during the long torture.
Finally everything disappeared and he returned to the secret room.
Breathing heavily, everything John experienced was extremely real. Looking at the time, half an hour had passed.
"It is really too dangerous to implant the soul into the body."
Slumping down with lingering fear, John closed his eyes tightly and waited for a while before he recovered.
The table in front has clear fingerprints on the edge.
It can be seen how much pain John was in just now.
"We have to find another way in the future."
John's fingers were bleeding and he cast a spell on himself to stop the bleeding.
But this didn't seem to be without benefits. After John had a good sleep, he felt much more energetic.
"what happened?"
Looking at the book in amazement, John has not yet turned on the academic master mode, but he can read ten lines at a glance.
This surprised him very much, and he immediately thought of a possibility, and murmured: "Is it because of that soul fragment?"
Can putting soul fragments into your brain increase your mental power?
John felt that this was what the dark wizard did, and he was a good person.
This state lasted for an hour, and it seemed that there was a time limit.
"If it were made into a drug, it could probably be said to be a stimulant in the magic world."
When John walked out of the classroom after class, he still missed that feeling.
...
On Halloween, the Slytherin common room erupted with joyful laughter.
Daphne reluctantly said goodbye to her sister Astoria, and Malfoy and his followers vowed to go drinking.
After handing Filch permission to go to Hogsmeade, John saw Harry begging Professor McGonagall.
"Please Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle just... uh... forgot to sign the form."
Professor McGonagall had a businesslike look on her face and said solemnly: "I'm afraid not, Potter. You should have heard what I said. You can't go to Hogsmeade without a sign."
In fact, Professor McGonagall didn't want Harry to go out. The little wizards didn't know, but Professor McGonagall knew that Sirius was outside looking for Harry.
Although Hogsmeade is an all-wizard village, that was Sirius, a ruthless character whose spell blew up a whole street.
So Professor McGonagall didn't let up at all, which made Harry lose his mind.
John raised his eyebrows, no, could it be that what he said to Dursley last time fell on deaf ears?
Damn it, it's hard to persuade anyone with good words. If Harry turns black one day, Dursley will be the first to die.
Seeing Harry's loss, Hermione and Ron also went to comfort him.
"Isn't there a party?" Ron said, trying to cheer Harry up, "You know, the Halloween party is held in the evening."
In the past, Harry might have been looking forward to the banquet.
But compared to being able to hang out with his companions for a whole day, he still found it too boring.
In fact, the Dursleys had really forgotten about this matter. They had not contacted them after Harry left, and Harry still left in anger, never thinking that Dursley would sign.
In this round and round, Dursley's signature was not requested.
Seeing that he was disappointed, John walked up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. There are all kinds of joke products and all kinds of delicious candies. You can also drink butterbeer in the future."
Hearing John's comfort, Hogsmeade aroused Harry's heart even more, and Harry's whole face fell.
Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and complained: "How can you persuade people like this?"
John felt that he didn't say anything strange, so he patted Harry on the shoulder again, and he turned and left.
A dog and a cat were wandering outside. This combination made Ron subconsciously cover his pockets, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he remembered that he didn't have his mouse with him.
Hermione called out, "Crookshanks."
Crookshanks stopped and turned to look at Hermione, holding a packet of dried fish in a paper bag in his mouth.
Tom also brought a bag of dog food, big and small, as if the two little guys were going to visit relatives.
"Bringing Crookshanks to Tom was the right thing to do."
A cat and a dog wander around Hogwarts, and Hermione and Ron's relationship eases.
Tom is the pet tyrant of Hogwarts, and Crookshanks is very smart. When the two guys stay together, surprisingly they don't get into a fight.
Ron and Hermione hurriedly told Harry that they would come back with gifts, and then chased the large group towards Hogsmeade.
Harry watched everyone leave with disappointment, and walked back alone.
Filch stared at him sideways, as if afraid that Harry would run away.
Mrs. Norris meowed, and Filch hurriedly took out the dried fish from his pocket and gave it to Mrs. Norris.
A cat and a dog ran all the way from the castle to the Whomping Willow.
There was no need for Tom to show off his ability to kill Malfoy in an instant. Crookshanks stretched out his cat's paw and touched the knot on the Whomping Willow.
The Whomping Willow immediately stopped moving, and Tom scampered down the secret passage below, Crookshanks close behind.
Sirius in the Shrieking Shack had almost recovered. When he went to Hogwarts, he was discovered by Muggles, which led to an Auror pursuit, and he was hit several times.
Fortunately, he was an illegal Animagus and escaped capture by turning into a big black dog.
Sirius grinned when he saw a cat and a dog approaching.
These two little guys were his friends, and they were very happy to help.
If John knew that Tom, the dog, actually gave dog food to others, he would probably scold him for not living up to expectations.
"Woof woof."
"Meow meow."
I don’t know how they communicated. Cats and dogs barked one after another.
But it revealed something, Sirius was about to take action, to catch that damn mouse and bite it to death.
There is no need to worry about leading the way.
After all, he was also a Hogwarts graduate, so Sirius knew the way.
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