At the mention of Duke Honey, Ron immediately showed an approving expression.

"Yes." Ron said, a dreamy look on his face.

"There's everything there.. Pepper boy! When you eat it, it smokes in your mouth! There's also oily chocolate balls full of strawberry custard and general custard, and really fabulous quills made of sugar that you can suck on in class and look like you're thinking about what to write next......"

Assinsha glanced at Ron with disdain, what was the purpose of this guy's desire to go to Hogsmeade?

Sherlock had a different opinion, "Sounds interesting. Sherlock nodded.

"But Hogsmeade is a fun place, isn't it?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"The book says that the inn was the headquarters of the 1612 Monster Rebellion, and that the Screaming Shack was probably the most ghostly house in all of England?"

"The huge ice cream ball makes you float several inches off the ground as you suck it." Ron said he must not have listened to a word of what Hermione said.

The train is getting slower and slower.

The sound of the wheels was quieter, and the wind and rain outside the window were louder.

Harry was closest to the door, getting up to check the hallway.

In the carriages on the side of the corridor, there were people peeking out.

The train shook and stopped, and there was a thudding sound in the distance, indicating that the luggage had fallen from the shelf.

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

Sherlock's face was slightly solemn, this was obviously not a natural factor, but artificial, who the hell dared to intercept the entire Hogwarts train.

Drawing his golden wand, the light spell cast, the bright light instantly expelled the darkness, the cold aura spread, and the windows of the carriage were covered with a thick layer of frost, showing a crystal reflection arc in the incandescent light.

Sherlock finally rang, he almost forgot that because of Black's escape, the Ministry of Magic arranged for the Dementors to come to the train to investigate, according to Sherlock's idea, the people in the Ministry of Magic are completely crazy, using the Dementors to watch over the prisoners of Azkaban, not only to save manpower without paying salaries, but also to deter the prisoners, and those wizards who want to do evil.

Just think of Hagrid's look of fear when he heard that he might be imprisoned in Azkaban.

And at this time, Professor Lupin seemed to have finally woken up.

There was a slight popping sound in the carriage.

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

He stood up slowly, his hands full of fire in front of him, but before he could get to the door, it slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a cloaked, ceiling-high monster.

Its face is completely hidden under the turban.

Harry's eyes went down, and what he saw made his stomach constrict: a hand came out of the cloak, and it shimmered, gray, thin, and crusted, like something was dead and rotting in water... It took less than a second for that hand to appear.

The monster under the cloak seemed to sense Harry's gaze, and the hand suddenly shrank into the folds of 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.

"Dementors!" Sherlock had a look of disgust in his eyes, he really didn't have the slightest affection for the creature.

They all felt a chill sweep over their bodies, the golden wand slashed an inexplicable trajectory in the air, the robes flew, and Sherlock's body was suddenly shrouded in a layer of holy light, Harry felt as if he had fallen into a glacial hell, and Sherlock suddenly stood up, and he felt the warmth inside the carriage again.

The Dementor, not daring to make a mistake in the face of that light, and as if he was busy with thousands of knives, it stinged the Dementor, and black smoke rose from his body, like flesh that had been cut off little by little......

"Presumptuous!" Sherlock poured out two words.

Everyone in this truck could hear it clearly, and these two words were like thunder in the sky, and the awe of the sky in their hearts was triggered, as if someone would kneel down in the next second.

After hearing those two words, everyone was left with only a white expanse in front of them, and there seemed to be a sun in the darkness, and there seemed to be a person walking in the middle of the light, waving his arms slightly, and the strong light filled the darkness, and in the daze, only the hoarse wails of the Dementors remained.

Countless Dementors were banished from bounds, the train restarted, and the lights in the carriages turned on again, and Lupin's eyes flickered as he stared at Sherlock in the faint yellow light.

"If my guess is correct, you are Sherlock, the only son of the Mephisto family?" Lupin looked at Sherlock with a puzzled look, his life was very withdrawn and somewhat unworldly.

"Well, hello, Professor Lupin." Sherlock greeted politely.

"It seems that the rumors are true, and it is true that the Prince of Spells can exert such a powerful magical effect at such a young age, which is really amazing." Lupin smiled, his eyes full of admiration.

"Falsely praised." Sherlock said with a slight humility.

The train returned to its normal speed, and Sherlock sat in his original seat.

Sarina came to her senses, pulled Sherlock's sleeve, and said, "What did you just do?" Why do I have an inexplicable awe that makes me dare not do anything. ”

Sherlock calmly explained, "Divine Word Spell! As for the feeling you are talking about, you can imagine hearing the voice of the gods, maybe that's what it looks like...... For an evil creature like a Dementor, the sound of a god is no less than a deadly poison. ”

Asinsha exhaled softly, and she asked, "Is there really a god in the world?" ”

"I don't know...... Maybe there is, maybe not, but I'm just stirring up a sense of fear in people's hearts about some kind of inexplicable existence......" Sherlock said.

Harry...... Harry...... What happened to you? Hermione shook Harry's shoulder, and Ron shuddered and stretched out his fingers, testing his good brother's snort.

"Still alive?" Ron could only feel the warmth, but he wasn't sure if Harry was alive or dead, he was almost frightened.

After a while...... Harry opened his eyes, and Ron and Hermione helped him back to his seat.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked nervously. "It's fine." Harry said.

"What just happened? Where's that monster? I seemed to hear God's voice just now...... There was also a woman's screaming voice......"

"God's voice may be Mr. Sherlock's spell, that's amazing, and as for the screaming sound, no one screams." Ron said, Harry looking around the bright carriage.

"What was that?" Harry asked, nervously.

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