By the campfire, Maca rubbed her cheeks vigorously—he had been posturing on Slytherin's side just now, and it had taken him a lot of expression.

Around him, many students crowded around him to praise the open-air party. Many graduates have said that this is probably the most precious memory since entering Hogwarts.

Of course, there are many precious memories, but the memories that can make people clearly point out their "value" are really the first ones!

Maca curled the corners of her mouth, forced herself to put on some smiles, and then chatted with everyone.

To be honest, the real purpose of Maca's party is indeed utilitarian, but from another point of view, he may not have the intention of "really wanting to make friends with everyone".

The word "friend" can be light or heavy; But no matter what one may say, it's something that can affect a person's whole life.

Although friendship is really difficult for Maca to understand now, it does not prevent him from using his "past self" as the criterion for judging and spending more time deciding how to act.

Over time, more Slytherins joined the ranks around the campfire. It can be seen that they are not comfortable with such simple, enthusiastic, and even rude communication, but Maca usually goes out of her way to help them understand each other and integrate into it.

The night was getting deeper, and everyone was a little tired, but just as Maca was about to announce that the party was over, everyone felt a little unusual......

"Do you feel like it's getting cold all of a sudden?"

The young wizards exchanged doubts with each other, and as the uneasiness grew, the room became quiet. The professors, on the other hand, had already drawn their wands—they knew they were coming again!

At this time, the calmest person in the audience was of course Maca - he couldn't be calm if he didn't want to, but Snape's appearance was actually not inferior to him.

Both of them were squinting, and Maca was staring in the direction of Hogsmeade, where the chill was coming from across the hillside; Snape, on the other hand, stared at Maca with a blank face.

Snape was very curious about Maca's prowess. He always felt that every time Maca made a move, it would bring a big surprise to everyone.

Maca, of course, will surprise everyone.

Not to mention the past few shots, at least today, he has long been mentally prepared for the matter of "the Dementors will come".

Since the dark creatures would patrol the streets of Hogsmeade at night, the "happiness" released at the evening was like a delicacy specially prepared for them.

Although it was not clear why Dumbledore would acquiesce to the party, he was not even relieved not to come; But just by the fact that he also acquiesced to the professors' participation, it can be seen that he had already recognized that the Dementors would suddenly attack.

"Don't panic, let's get together in the middle!" Maca suddenly said aloud.

When the uneasy students heard this, they all subconsciously obeyed Maca's command, and almost everyone squeezed towards him.

After the last Dementor attack on the Quidditch pitch, everyone is familiar with this chill. And at this moment, Maca's words are like a key, opening the door to everyone's memory.

"Yes...... Is it a Dementor? A Slytherin said nervously, taking a few more steps into the middle.

At this moment, several black shadows suddenly appeared on the top of the opposite hillside, and they were floating off the ground, coming this way. And behind them, more terrifying figures gradually appeared.

The students couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

The professors all stepped forward, standing between the Dementors and the young wizards, their wands lit up with a familiar silvery haze.

At this time, of course, Maca was not idle, and he pulled out a large potions bottle from his waist - it was the size of two fists of an adult, and such a potion bottle was obviously not common.

Snape frowned at the large potions vial, a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, the Dementors were getting closer and closer to this side, and the cold air around them was getting more and more condensed, and everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks.

Maca noticed that the students closest to her side were starting to keep backing up, and everyone was getting tighter and tighter.

"It's time." Thinking so, Maca decisively pulled out the cork.

Suddenly, an extremely dense milky white mist quickly emerged from the mouth of the bottle and spread out in a spherical shape.

The light mist spread very quickly and widely, enveloping not only the students, but also the professors standing at the front.

"Don't worry, this light mist can make the Dementors inaccessible, as long as you stay inside, it's safe!" Maca said loudly, "Leave everything to the professors, and it will be fine soon!" ”

"By the way, everybody, let me ...... over"

He squeezed his way to the front, and then quickly stepped out of the area filled with white light and stood behind the professors.

Yes, he had no intention of wielding his wand today. There were several professors there, and he just had to watch.

Although the number of Dementors attracted this time is not small, it is obviously more than half of the time when they came to the Quidditch pitch. Without any worries, the professors each summoned their Patronus and quickly drove the Dementors away.

In fact, without the light mist shield that Maca had created, the students wouldn't have been fine, at best a piece of chocolate.

But it is a very meaningful thing to give everyone a sense of security when everyone is panicking.

Afterwards, under Professor McGonagall's leadership, everyone cleaned up and headed back to Hogwarts in Thestrals' carriage.

On the way back, everyone was happily discussing the party...... And, of course, the experience of having just encountered a Dementor attack.

To be honest, none of the little wizards had much fear left over this time. In addition to the protection of the professors, it has to be said that Makana's seemingly superfluous behavior has indeed contributed to it.

……

The next morning, in a dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower......

"Harry?" Ron shouted hesitantly.

Harry didn't move, pretending he was still asleep.

After a while, he heard Ron leave. After that, there seemed to be another movement, but he was not in the mood to open his eyes and take a look.

Harry barely slept all night before he felt a hatred that he had never known before, a feeling of hatred that was like poison.

In a daze, he saw Blake laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken a magic photo from the album and pasted it in front of his eyes.

He watched, as if someone was showing a movie for him, Sirius Black was blowing Peter Pettigrew to pieces - for some reason, Peter looked like Neville.

He seemed to hear someone muttering excitedly, "It's done, master...... Mr. and Mrs. Potter have asked me to be their confidential man......"

Then came the voice of another man, who laughed sharply. It was the man's voice that would be heard in his head when the Dementor approached......

It wasn't until near noon that he got out of bed, and found that the dormitory was empty.

He got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room. There was no one there either, only Ron, who was eating a toad mint candy and massaging his stomach; And Hermione, who was spreading her homework out of the three tables.

"Harry, you- you don't look good." Ron said, looking at him.

"Where have all the people gone?" Harry asked.

"Let's go! It's the first day of the holiday, remember? Ron said, observing Harry carefully. It's almost lunch, and I'm going to wake you up right away. ”

"Yes! If it weren't for last night's open-air party, everyone would have gone home yesterday. Hermione followed, "Just after visiting Hogsmeade." ”

Harry sat down in the chair next to the fireplace. Snowflakes were still flying outside the window. Crook Hill lay on all fours in front of the fireplace, like a large ginger blanket.

"You really don't have a good face, you know?" Hermione said, looking anxiously into his face.

"I'm fine." Harry said dryly.

"Harry, listen," Hermione said, exchanging glances with Ron, "you must be upset by what we heard yesterday. But the important thing is, you must not do anything stupid - and besides, doesn't Maca feel that something is wrong? You know, he usually can't go wrong-"

"So what!" Harry said angrily, "Whether it's Blake or Peter, the outcome of the matter hasn't changed at all...... And, what stupid thing can I do? ”

"For example...... Go track down Blake. Ron said sharply.

Harry knew that the two of them had probably rehearsed such a conversation when he wasn't down. He didn't say anything.

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" Hermione said.

"It's not worth dying for Blake." Ron continued.

"As soon as the Dementors approach me, I see and hear something, you know?" Ron and Hermione both shook their heads, worried looks.

"I could hear my mom screaming, hear her pleading with Voldemort. If you hear your mother screaming like that, you're about to be killed...... You won't forget! If you find someone who everyone thought was her friend, but he betrayed her and told Voldemort to chase her—"

Just then, a figure appeared at the door of the common room.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Maca?" Hermione was surprised, "Didn't you go back?" Also, How did you get past Fat Woman? ”

"It just so happened that I came from Professor McGonagall, and she told me the password." Maca said calmly, "As for why I didn't go back, that's exactly what I wanted to say......"