Harry felt like he was going to die—one second he was talking to Alan about Sirius, and the next moment, a cloud of mist appeared at the mouth of the carriage, quickly striking, in the direction where he and Eren were.

However, Allen, who had his back to him, didn't even notice the slightest warning, and when Harry tried to warn, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only rely on his own eyes to ask Alan for help—he felt that all the strength in his body was drained at that moment, and a chill that could freeze the man directly penetrated his skin, freezing his breath in his lungs.

At the moment, his ears were surging, like water rushing - he was pulled down, and the sound in his ears was louder. Then, from a distance, he heard screams, terrible, frightened, pleading screams. He wanted to help the screaming people, whoever he was, but he couldn't. A thick white fog surrounded him, inside his body, trying to rob him of the last shred of perception.

The moment he felt like he was about to pass out, he finally saw the monster floating by, its tattered cloak, its face hidden under its filthy turban, its glowing gray hand stretched out like a rotten hand, and it was reaching for Alan—

However, in the next moment, those negative emotions were directly removed from his body, and he seemed to have fallen into a cliff as if he was bound by an incomparably strong rope, and suddenly had the support of strength - a little golden light lit up from Alan's fingers, brilliant, and the white mist wrapped around him quickly melted away at this moment like snow meeting summer sun, and courage and happiness returned to his body. Just as Alan turned his head with an unkind face, the monster, which had almost reached the ceiling, slid away without hesitation, and the speed reminded him of the Peeves who had seen Barrow the Bloody.

Just as he tried to chuckle to show that he wasn't nervous, he realized that the cold sweat had soaked the clothes on his back, and his legs couldn't even support his body, which made him feel extremely ashamed - after studying magic for so long, he couldn't be as sure as if Eren had a way to solve any problem.

Alan dug into his pocket and handed Harry a piece of chocolate - the Dementors were not only critical hits to Harry, but also real damage, after all, he was more afraid than others.

"What's that?" Harry asked in a weak, pale tone.

"What could it be, weren't we just talking about them? filthy creatures, disgusting magical creatures, dementors. ”

This answer obviously didn't make Harry's mood any better—if a Dementor was already so terrifying, how terrifying would Sirius be to kill five hundred Dementors?

However, Alan directly guessed his thoughts, touched Harry's head, and felt that the teacher was full of buffs, so he spoke comfortingly: "It's nothing, those guys just evoke the most terrifying memories in people's hearts, the reason why you behave like that is completely because the fear you experience is far beyond ordinary people, there is no shame in this, everyone has fear." ”

"But why aren't you afraid, Alan?" said Harry, taking the last bite of chocolate.

"Oh, this, I've probably seen a lot, you know, courage is always there when you exercise more, especially if you're used to it. It wasn't to fool Harry, but it wasn't the truth that Alan couldn't feel fear.

"Habit?"

"That's right, you've seen people who are seasick, and you're used to spitting and spitting, which is quite normal, and you must have been amazed at magic when you first entered school, but are you still surprised? Even if it's a magic you've never seen before, as far as you're concerned, it's just curiosity, not surprise. So, if you see too many scary things, it won't be so scary when you see them again. Alan pretended to be serious, and then came to a conclusion:

"So, Harry, we'll catch a Dementor and come back later to give you a good fight!"

The joking conclusion startled Harry - he was really scared.

However, at this moment, Allen's joke came true, and this time it was not one, but a bunch - densely packed and too late to count, but it was estimated that seventy or eighty Dementors floated over. Harry almost subconsciously leaned against the wall of the carriage to prevent himself from slumping, but unexpectedly, this time he didn't feel anything unusual, and the fear that had made him lose all his courage didn't come at all this time.

The next moment, he found the answer, and that terrifying force was blocked in front of Allen. At this moment, a layer of bright gold shield lit up on Allen's body, and the golden light on his hand was much more dazzling than the sun, and the expression on his face - eh, why didn't he read a trace of nervousness at this moment?

On the contrary, the menacing group of Dementors seemed to be terrified of the light in Eren's hands, and a thick fog had now surrounded the front of the carriage, firmly enveloping all the Dementors inside.

What Harry didn't know was that Eren was quite entangled at the moment - he wasn't using the Holy Flame he had used before, nor the power of the stars from Sorakar that had killed the Dementors, but the inheritance of the sun from Leona, the goddess of dawn. Well, inheritance is so capricious.

Anyway, the Dementor hates sunlight, and no matter how bad it is, it can stun it, and even if it is a little mistake, he can save it, Alan thought so at first, but the effect is surprisingly good, he estimates that he will smash it with all his strength, and the originally extremely weak magic is estimated to beat the Dementor into scum - or scum will not be left.

If it was in a place where no one was, he would definitely not hesitate, but staying in the car now, it would be a bit of a hassle to kill these guys, but he doesn't know how to communicate with dementors?

Fortunately, this problem was quickly solved, and in the midst of such a stalemate, the door of the nearby box opened, and a thin man stood up, and the next moment he was surprised because the two sides of the confrontation opened their mouths wide. Fortunately, he quickly understood what the problem was, and shouted at the Dementors, "None of us hid Sirius Black under the cloak, let's get out!"

However, a group of Dementors remained silent and began to hiss under their breath - they could not speak, but they could communicate with wizards in a special way.

Well, this should be Lupin, although I don't know how to get the wolf poison potion, but at this moment, his appearance is obviously a solution to the problem.