Of course I know that they won't issue two Merlin medals, but they can be exchanged for a higher one, right? Ron pursed his lips, very unhappy with Hermione's dismantling.

Just as Ron turned his head to look at Ivan and was about to say something, there was a sudden tremor from the train.

Then the train slowed down and seemed to be about to stop.

"Are we there? So fast this time? Ron touched his stomach, he couldn't wait for dinner in the Great Hall.

"Not yet." Hermione shook her head and turned her head to look out the window.

Before, when I got on the bus, it was still sunny and beautiful, but now the outside world is dark, black clouds and mist cover the sky, and raindrops the size of beans are sliding down, and even the visual distance is affected.

"Then why did it stop, could it be that the train broke down halfway and needed to be repaired?" Harry guessed.

"I've never heard George say this is going to happen, so we're not going to be here, are we?" Ron said with a grumble.

The train came to a halt with a clatter.

Outside the carriage, there was also a commotion, and the other little wizards also found out that the situation was wrong.

Harry and Ron wondered what had happened.

Hermione turned around to ask Ivan for his opinion, but found that Ivan didn't care about the train at all, and flipped through the book by himself, frowning, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, the magic lamp that provided the light in the carriage flickered and then went out violently, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, except for a small light projected through the window.

Harry put his head out of the carriage and looked at the hallway, which was also dark and hollow, and there seemed to be something floating in the darkness, and the silence was a little scary, except for the sound of sliding doors.

"Looks like there's something out there!" Harry swallowed, re-headed his cubicle, and whispered.

"What's that? Did you see that? Hearing Harry say this, Ron was even more frightened.

Ivan also stopped flipping through the book, the too dim environment had already affected his reading, and after thinking about it, Ivan guessed that the outside world was a Dementor.

However, Ivan didn't pay attention to it, because the other party was ordered to search Sirius, and he couldn't summon the Patronus for the time being, and Lupin would always make a move anyway.

Ivan drew his wand and tapped it upwards, and the turned off magic lamp came back on, and then continued to flip through the book, running the Occlumency Technique, and sinking into his own world.

The light returned, but Harry and Ron didn't feel the slightest sense of security, because the whole carriage seemed to become even colder, and the biting chill gradually soaked from the soles of their feet, and Hermione was also restless.

The next moment, the three of them couldn't help but hold their breath, and a black shadow was imprinted on the window of the compartment, and it was dimly impossible to see what it was through the window.

A deep chill seeped through the cracks in the door, and something was pulled out.

Ron and Hermione only felt a little uncomfortable, and Harry was much more serious, his mind was groggy and his thoughts seemed to be disturbed,

Click...

The sliding door was opened a little gap, and a withered, scabbed palm rested on the door, and a biting cold wind was blowing in from outside.

Click...

With an unpleasant push of the door, the sliding door was completely opened, and Ron looked in horror at the strange tall, tattered cloak figure in front of him.

It seemed to float in the air, a face completely hidden under the hood, and the exposed body was rotting.

It reminded Ron of the mummies he had seen in Egypt, and that might be what the bandages looked like when the bandages were removed.

Hermione couldn't help but lean towards Ivan.

Harry also wanted to stay away from the ghosts, but his body seemed to be frozen and couldn't move at all, Harry's heart seemed to be clutched, and someone screamed in his head... He felt panic and pleading in that voice, and he wanted to do something but couldn't.

The illusory and intangible things continued to pull out of Harry's body, and the Dementors gasped, gurgling through the outer door.

Lupin didn't know when he had opened his eyes and put his hand into the wizard's robe,

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Get out of here, you're disturbing my thoughts..."

Ivan's tone was stiff, and he turned his head to look at the rotten, dilapidated figure, all of his thoughts interrupted by the presence of the Dementors.

Despite Ivan's use of Occlumency, to his surprise, a closed brain did not completely insulate the Dementors.

The scene of witnessing Althea's death two months ago kept coming back to the depths of Ivan's memory, and anger gradually surged into his heart, and Ivan's eyes faintly turned orange and yellow.

The Dementor's movements paused, and the face under the brim of his hat turned to face Ivan.

The Dementor has no eyes, and naturally it is not affected by the effect of direct death, but it feels that Ivan's suppressed emotions are very delicious, and it can't help but get close to its body.

The tattered and wide cloak shrouded the small carriage, the magic lamp could not withstand the pressure and went out, and the darkness pressed in...

Hermione, next to her, felt all her happiness vanish, leaving only an empty shell.

Ivan had been trying to forget everything he had been trying to forget, his anger had gathered to the extreme, and a system prompt sounded in his head.

Then Ivan stretched out his wand, and the blinding light lit up in the compartment, and the darkness melted in the light....

Countless white mist continued to pound the dementor's mangled body like ocean waves, knocking it into the aisle.

The Dementor's black hood was peeled off, revealing its long, disgusting face, its hollow mouth wailing silently in the white light, and its body dismembered and disintegrated as if it had been corroded...

"What's that? You.. Do you kill it? Ron stammered.

"It's just a Dementor! It intends to enter the carriage and do something to me, and no one will care if it is killed..."Ivan closed the book in his hand, his face very ugly.

Under the influence of the Dementors, Ivan conjured up countless scenarios in his mind of using the time turner, returning to the time converter and trying to save Althea, but failing to do so.

That's why he didn't control the power of the Divine Protector...

Not to mention that the wizarding world has always been wizard-supreme, and the statues in the halls of the Ministry of Magic speak to this idea in no secret of this idea.

For a valid reason, a little wizard can fight back and kill a creature that everyone hates, such as the Dementors, without any punishment.

"No, I mean, what are we supposed to do now? Looks like there's more of that stuff coming..."Ron said in horror, pointing to the dark shadows floating outside the window.