As if aware of everyone's attention, the dementor leaned down and stretched out a hand from his cloak. This hand glowed slightly, gray, thin and scabbed, as if something had died and been soaked in water. Rotten.
Several wands were pointed at it, but Harry and the others did not dare to attack easily because they did not know what the thing in front of them was.
Dementors don't care at all whether they are pointed at by a wand. Ordinary spells have no effect on them. Only a few spells such as the Patronus Charm can harm them.
Its head slowly turned towards Harry, seeming to be interested in him.
The Dementors are trying to get to Harry!
Harry felt as if a vortex had formed on the other person's face under his cloak, sucking in everything around him.
He felt a little dizzy.
A sudden bright white light appeared without warning, knocking the Dementor away from the box.
"Mr. Dementor, I think this is not the place for you."
Dudley walked out of the box and looked at the Dementors condescendingly, his voice steady and orderly.
"I'll count to three. If you don't leave, don't leave."
The Dementor roared in rage, but the white light seemed to hurt him so much that it couldn't even stand up.
"three!"
Dudley decisively shouted out the number three.
As for one or two, who stipulated that shouting should start from the beginning?
Why does it make sense to just call "three"?
Dementors, creatures with unknown intelligence, seem to be stunned for a moment. If it had a face, it would definitely have a look of astonishment.
You don’t follow martial ethics.
"Good, I take that as a provocation."
Last time I went to Azkaban, I didn't find a chance to bring back some of the souvenirs from there. Dudley felt it was a pity. He didn't expect that this souvenir would be automatically delivered to his door today. This couldn't be wasted.
So Dudley silently took out the red and white ball from his waist.
There was obviously more than one Dementor boarding the Hogwarts Express, and the cold atmosphere still filled the carriage.
"Get out of here!"
A roar came from the box not far away.
Dudley saw a silver light rising, and a silver-white wolf knocked out another dementor.
The Patronus Charm, and it is a Patronus Charm that has already been formed.
The silver wolf did not stop after knocking down the dementor, but rushed towards other carriages.
A somewhat slovenly looking man walked out of the carriage. After seeing Dudley who was also standing outside the carriage, he nodded slightly.
Dudley rubbed the ring on his fingertip, suppressed the desire to catch another Dementor, and nodded to the man in response.
After a while, the cold feeling in the carriage disappeared, the lights on the train were restored, and everything became brighter.
Soon the Hogwarts train also started running normally.
"Harry are you okay?"
Dudley walked back to the carriage and slowly closed the compartment door.
"It's okay, just a little uncomfortable."
Harry's lips were just slightly pale.
"Drink some happy water."
Dudley took out a bottle of Happy Water from his left pocket and handed it to Harry.
Harry raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
"belch"
Harry let out a long, powerful burp and felt much better.
"What is that?" Ron asked curiously, staring at the empty bottle.
He originally wanted to ask Harry to try something, but Harry drank it all. Smelling the lingering smell in the air, Ron felt quite novel.
"Happy water, do you want it?" Dudley took another bottle out of his pocket.
"Gudong."
When Ron swallowed his first sip of Happy Water, he was conquered by this novel drink.
"It tastes good, much better than cherry juice." Ron praised sincerely.
Don't think this is new, wizards don't even look down on the weapons made by ordinary people, let alone try to drink the drinks they make.
A bunch of old stubborn people who are stuck in their ways.
After drinking most of it, Ron remembered his friend and said to Neville.
"Neville, don't you want to try it?"
Neville looked at the mouth of the bottle with some food residue on it, waved his hands repeatedly to express his refusal and said, "No, I drank too much during the holidays."
Ron: "!!!"
How many good things did you eat during the holidays behind my back?
"Dementor? That thing just now was a dementor?"
Harry asked quickly after he recovered a little.
He had only heard of the name Dementor not long ago, because he was practicing the spell.
"I've seen descriptions of it in books. It's a very scary dark creature that sucks away people's happiness, leaving only the worst and worst memories. It can also suck out people's souls and turn them away. It became a zombie-like state."
Encyclopedia Hermione immediately spilled the information she knew.
"I remember they are controlled by the Ministry of Magic. They are basically in Azkaban now. There are basically no wild Dementors in the outside world."
The Ministry of Magic claims that the Dementors are under their control. As for the truth, only Fudge, the Minister of Magic, knows.
"It's a pity that we are not yet proficient in the Patronus Charm."
Hermione said with a little regret, and saw some silver threads coming out of the tip of her wand, which could not be fixed into shape.
"If only it could be like Dudley just did."
Is it possible that Dudley is not proficient in the Patronus Charm either. Is it just that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes?
After she finished speaking, Harry and Neville also took out their wands, and their wands also emitted some silver threads.
After drinking the happy water, Ron frowned slightly and realized that things were not simple.
"Wait a minute. Have you all learned the Patronus Charm?"
It seems like he’s the only one who hasn’t learned yet?
Everyone nodded to Ron.
Harry also added the last hit at the right time: "Malfoy also learned."
Ron:.
Neville also followed: "We also learned a lot of dueling skills, and now I can also cast some powerful transformation spells."
Ron:.
He has always been stronger than Neville in terms of transformation spells. Transformation spells are Neville's weakness, but now it seems that he is not as good as Neville.
"By the way, Ron, Malfoy said he would be happy to teach you some defense against the dark arts skills when school starts."
Neville's last words were like a sharp arrow piercing Ron's heart.
At that moment, he felt that his whole body had turned gray.
It’s just a vacation, why do I feel like I’m missing out on so much?
It’s okay if you don’t go on your next trip.
Ron secretly made up his mind.
He doesn't want to be at the bottom of the disciplinary team!
Is it possible? The other little wizards were just having fun during the holidays, but only Dudley and the others worked harder than going to school during the holidays.
Well, the main problem is
Dudley and the others are too curly.
Well, a batch of rolls.
If the volume continues like this, maybe in two years they will be able to defeat those experienced Death Eaters.
(End of chapter)
