The footsteps in the hallway outside were Malfoy, and, of course, his two henchmen.

Crabbe and Goyle seem to have been born to do Malfoy's bidding.

Both men had large shoulders and round waists, and strong muscles—the crab was taller, and his hair was cut like a pudding basin, and his necks were long and thick; Goyle is short, with a lot of hair and gorilla-like arms.

But these two have one thing in common, that is, they are stupid enough.

"Well, look who this is—" Malfoy said as he opened the door of the carriage and said in his usual lazy and prolonged tone, "Potter and Weasley." ”

Goyle and Crabbe laughed wildly.

Then Malfoy's face changed, for he immediately saw Maca, who was looking at him coldly with a look that could freeze to death.

"Uh-oh-" Malfo turned, "Crabbe! Gore! Remember where I left my luggage? ”

"Huh?" The two attendants looked at him stupidly, not reacting for a moment.

"Keep up! Two fools......" Malfoy whispered, and strode away without looking back.

"Looks like you're a good deterrent to that bad guy," Harry said happily, "and Malfoy wouldn't even dare look at you more, ha!" ”

"It's not unusual, as long as—"

Before she could finish speaking, Maca suddenly turned her head and glanced towards the back of the train.

"Maka, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

He shook his head, his gaze still resting on the back wall of the carriage, as if he wanted to see through it.

The rain was getting heavier outside, and the windows were a greasy dull gray that grew deeper and deeper until the lights in the hallway and on the luggage rack came on automatically.

The train staggered, the rain pounded violently on the windows, and the wind howled wildly, making people feel an inexplicable sense of unease.

"We're probably getting there." Ron said, leaning over to look at Professor Lupin, who was still leaning against the window.

As soon as he finished saying this, the train slowed down.

"Great." Ron stood up as he spoke, carefully skirting Professor Lupin to see what was going on outside, "I'm starving, I want to eat a big meal......"

"We can't get there!" Hermione looked at her watch and said, "But why stop?" ”

Maca suddenly walked to the door and waved her hand at the group.

"Sit down, don't go near doors and windows, and lean in the middle as much as possible." He whispered.

The train is moving slower and slower, the sound of the wheels is quieter, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window is even louder.

At this moment, the carriage shook suddenly, and then came to an abrupt stop. There was a sound of heavy objects falling in the distance, which was supposed to be the sound of everyone's luggage falling off the shelves.

Then, all of a sudden, all the lights went out, and they were lost in complete darkness.

"What's wrong?" Ron's voice came from the darkness behind Marka.

"Ouch!" Hermione gasped, "Ron, that's my foot!" ”

"Sit down, don't move," Maka reminded again, "there's something out there." ”

Before the words fell, there was a short and piercing sound of "squeak" outside, and the carriage fell silent.

Maca's gadgets can come in handy again.

He took out a bottle and shook it, and suddenly the carriage lit up.

“…… Here," Maca turned and handed Hermione the bottle of condensing sand, "Take it, at least you don't have to worry about getting stepped on again." ”

Suddenly, someone opened the door from the outside, and a figure walked quickly inside, crashing into Maca's body.

"I'm sorry! Do you know what's going on? Ouch! I'm sorry—"

"Come in first."

Maca grabbed Neville's robe and pulled him up, allowing him to step into the carriage.

"Stay in the middle and don't move."

"What the hell is going on?" It was Ron's voice.

Immediately, the door of the carriage was heard open, followed by a dull sound, followed by two squeaky screams.

It seems that Ron's dirty mouse, Peter Pettigrew, probably fell out of Ron's pocket when it was dark just now, and has now been stepped on by two people in a row.

"This unlucky fellow." Maca said in her heart.

"Ginny? Why are you here too? Hermione said, "Come in, sit down—"

Professor Lupin was finally woken up by the jumbled noise.

He still looked very tired, but there was a wary look in his eyes.

"Stay where you are, don't move." He said, still in that slightly hoarse voice.

Lupin was about to stand up, but a terrifying figure appeared at the door.

Under the light emitted by the maca condensing bottle, everyone can clearly see the appearance of the "monster" standing in the doorway.

It was a humanoid creature covered in a tattered cloak that reached the ceiling.

Its face is completely hidden under the hood of the hooded cape, making it impossible to see what it looks like.

Looking further down, a hand can be seen sticking out of the cloak. The hand shimmered, gray, thin, and scabbed, as if something had died, soaked in water and rotted, and looked a little disgusting.

The monster under the cloak seemed to feel the gaze of everyone, and the hand suddenly shrank into the black cloak. Then, something beneath the turban, whatever it was, took a breath, long, slow, and trembling, as if trying to suck something other than air from the surroundings.

Everyone immediately felt a chill rush over their bodies.

"It's finally been you," Maca muttered under her breath, "Dementors." ”

It's complicated, but it's just a few seconds. Before Lupin could make a move, everyone was surprised to find that Maca, who was already standing at the door, actually took another step forward.

"Stand back!" Lupin exclaimed.

"It's alright, Professor." Maca waved her hand behind her, but her gaze stayed on the Dementor.

He keenly noticed that the Dementors didn't seem to sense his presence.

"It seems that the Dementors do indirectly know if someone is approaching by feeling emotions."

Maca drew his wand, and he didn't even pronounce the incantation, but just summoned a silvery-white mist of light and pushed the Dementor out of the way.

Then, he followed him into the aisle outside.

At this point, Lupin finally squeezed out of it, holding his wand in his hand, but froze in surprise at the sight of Maca's behavior.

He couldn't have imagined that Maca would directly lift the dementor's hood!

On Maca's left hand, a silvery-white mist of light was swirling, a new use of the Patronus Charm that Lupin had never seen before.

“……”

With her misty left hand, Maca forced the Dementor against the window of the aisle, staring at the Dementor's terrifying face with a frown, before shaking her head after a few moments.

The Dementors seem to be uncomfortable with the light haze and struggle, but it can't get it out of this embarrassing situation.

Marca didn't have time to care about the Dementor's feelings, he pulled up the window next to him, and grabbed the Dementor by the neck to shove it out of the not-so-large window.

Don't look at the Dementors, they look tall, but their bodies are unexpectedly emaciated. This seemingly impossible act was actually completed by Maca.

He turned around and found that Lupin was looking at him with a monster-like look.

"Oh, I'm sorry Professor," Maca said calmly, "I just don't think it's appropriate to let it stay on the train. ”

Lupin actually wanted to say: I don't think your behavior seems appropriate, right?

When Maca returned to the carriage, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all looking at him strangely, and it was clear that the scene he had just shoved the horrible monster out of the window was too shocking.

"Oh—Marca," Hermione couldn't help but say, "are you...... Do you change your personality once a semester? ”

"No, I don't have this strange constitution, I think." "I just think that the days of keeping a low profile are over, and if you have any questions, you can always come to me-"

"-I won't ignore you like I did last semester."

In fact, it is true that the incident in the secret room can be regarded as a separate event, it is only related to Tom Riddle in the diary, so it can barely maintain the normal progress of the event by keeping a low profile. Although there were still some minor problems at that time, Maca also made up for it in time.

But in the next series of events, the changes can be completely unpredictable.

The mistake of the Philosopher's Stone incident caused Voldemort to escape while possessing Quirrell, and what would happen after that, Maca couldn't guess - there were too many possibilities.

Therefore, in the coming days, it has become pointless to forcibly maintain the development of events, and it is better to take the initiative to prepare for Voldemort's return.

Relying on your own strength to guard against Voldemort is the safest choice.

"Oh-" Hermione pursed her lips at the words, not knowing what to say to hide her embarrassment.

"Maka, what the hell was that?" Harry suddenly asked, "It's horrible! ”

"That's a Dementor."

Professor Lupin also walked in. As he spoke, he pulled out a large piece of chocolate and broke it into smaller pieces.

"Give! Eat it, and it will be good for you. He handed out the chocolates to the crowd, but when it was Maca's turn, he hesitated, "Oh, Maca, do you need a piece too?" ”

"Why not?" Naturally, Maca took the halfway chocolate bar Lupin handed him and stuffed it into her mouth.

Harry took the chocolate, but didn't eat it.

"Dementors?" Confused, he repeated the term.

"A Dementor from Azkaban." Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a ball and put it in his pocket.

"Eat," he added, "and it's good to eat." I'm going to talk to the driver, I'm sorry ......."

He walked past Maca, patted her on the shoulder, and disappeared into the aisle.