192. Azkaban’s biggest specialty

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"Hey, where did this cat come from?"

Ron nervously held Banban in his arms and waved his arms excitedly: "Go away, stay away from me!"

The orange cat obviously didn't intend to listen to Ron. He bared his teeth and moved closer to Ron little by little.

One of the characteristics of cats in the wizarding world is the ability to distinguish between good and bad.

In Crookshanks' eyes, Scabbers is obviously bad.

"Come back, Crookshanks."

Hermione didn't expect Crookshanks' actions, and immediately scolded her when she reacted.

However, Crookshanks just shook his tail and still gradually approached Ron.

did not hear?

No, it heard it, and wagging its tail is both a response and an expression that it thinks you are nagging and annoying.

"Crookshanks, come back, I don't want to do it a second time."

This time it was Dudley who spoke. Since Hermione couldn't shout, she would do it herself.

Crookshanks was just about to continue wagging his tail to show his impatience, when he shuddered unconsciously and felt an evil aura coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw Dudley staring at him.

"Meow meow."

Crookshanks whimpered unwillingly, turned around and jumped on top of Hermione.

This little guy knows very clearly who can be offended and who cannot be offended.

It's just that although Crookshanks left, his squashed face kept staring at Ron, and his yellow vertical-pupil-shaped eyes kept staring at Ron's pocket, or to be precise, staring at Scabbers in his pocket.

It’s okay to be smart.

But disobedience is a big problem.

You have to go back and tame it.

Dudley grabbed Crookshanks' fate by the scruff of his neck and lifted it up.

'That's the bad guy! '

'Danger! '

'Will harm the breeder! '

Crookshanks' claws fluttered in the air and roared.

This comes from the ability of the cat, the ability to identify suspicious and untrusted people, and to eliminate all unstable factors for its owner.

"I know, that's none of your business."

Dudley put it in Hermione's arms and touched its head.

"I'll take care of it."

Only after receiving Dudley's assurance did Crookshanks lie down unwillingly.

Loyalty is okay.

Ron wanted to reprimand Crookshanks, but it was Dudley and Hermione's pet. He could only swallow his grievances and silently comfort this pet that had been passed down for countless years and passed through the hands of so many people. They quickly found out the big rat covered in pulp.

'Poor Banban, who makes your master unable to stand up for you? 'Ron thought silently in his mind.

How could he hide his little thoughts from Dudley? The words "I'm very wronged" were written all over his face.

The Hogwarts Express was heading north steadily, but the scenery outside the window gradually began to get darker and darker, and the clouds overhead became thicker and thicker, forming a dense mass of darkness. Outside the carriage door, people began to move back and forth.

"Something's wrong."

Dudley looked out the window and his expression gradually became serious: "Ron, wait until school finds a time to talk."

Calculating the time, Shushu's matter should almost be resolved.

Save unnecessary trouble.

"good"

Ron agreed reflexively, and then suddenly trembled.

'You don't mean to beat me up. '

Then he shook his head vigorously to get the thought out of his head.

'Brother D has always convinced people with his virtue. '

Just as Ron thought, Dudley had never taken the initiative to use violence against anyone. At best, he talked about reason. If he couldn't talk about reason, he only talked about physics.

At this time, the road ahead was completely dark and unclear, without a trace of light, as if dusk had fallen. Under normal circumstances, when they arrived at Hogwarts, the weather was not much different from now, but the time was a full three hours earlier.

It started to rain outside the window, and big raindrops slapped in front of the window, making a constant crackling sound.

The train became slower and slower, and the sound of the wheels turning became quieter and quieter.

Are we about to arrive?

How can it be!

Harry was closest to the carriage door, pushed open the carriage door, stood up and went to see what was going on in the corridor. In each carriage along the corridor, people poked their heads out to look around with doubts on their faces.

Obviously, many people noticed something unusual.

Behind him, Hermione and Neville slowly drew out their wands.

"I have a bad feeling."

No matter how dull Ron was, he noticed something was wrong. He no longer simply protected Scabbers, but also drew out his wand.

The wand is the source of courage for wizards.

Crookshanks stopped staring at Ron's pocket and turned his attention to the door.

Only Dudley was still sitting firmly in his seat, with the ring on his fingertips dancing.

The train suddenly trembled and stopped. There was a banging sound in the distance. Because it was so sudden, a lot of luggage fell off the shelves.

There were many little wizards cursing outside the door.

Suddenly all the lights suddenly went out, and the entire train was plunged into complete darkness.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

A few seconds later, the terrified screams of the little wizards erupted in each carriage, and the entire train became a mess.

Darkness is one of the sources of human fear.

Only the carriage where Dudley and the others were in was the calmest. Harry was the first to use fluorescent flash. The faint light brought by the tip of the wand allowed several people to see their surroundings clearly.

At this time, several people heard a short and harsh sound coming from the window.

"There's something moving there." Ron pointed to the vague figure that could be vaguely seen outside the window and said, "Are they getting off the car? Is the car broken down? Are we getting off here?"

Neville looked at the location he pointed at, his expression gradually becoming serious: "Maybe he's getting in the car."

"What?" Ron was stunned, but immediately reacted: "You mean someone else got on the bus here?!"

"Maybe not human," Dudley added.

Ron covered his mouth hard, trying not to scream.

"No, not a human being?"

not human? what is that?

"Brother D, don't scare me!"

'I, Ron, am not afraid of heaven or earth, only ghosts and maybe spiders. '

The surrounding temperature gradually began to drop, cold breath came from all directions, and the breath exhaled by everyone turned into white mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was only early September and autumn had not yet passed. It was the hot and uncomfortable time, but it gave everyone the illusion of winter.

Dudley decisively took off his clothes and put them on Hermione, silently protecting her behind him.

"Something's coming."

Hearing Dudley's words, Harry and others became nervous and held their wands harder.

No one will doubt his words, because that is their Brother D.

At this time, the door of the box moved and then opened bit by bit.

When the door was completely opened, they saw clearly what was opening the door to the box.

It was not a human at all, it was a humanoid monster wearing a cloak and as tall as the ceiling, floating swaying in the air, its face completely hidden under the hood.

Apparently this was what Ron had just seen through the window.

Dementors!

Azkaban’s biggest specialty!

(End of chapter)