Harry found that his attention seemed to be on the rise again, and he didn't know if it was because of Gilderoy Lockhart...... The professor's reason is still something else.,Anyway, he just thinks that even other professors have begun to appear around him intentionally or unintentionally.,It seems to be protecting himself.。

Because their eyes are all the kind of concern, without the slightest malice-

Except for Professor Severus Snape. The Potions professor looked at him with undisguised mockery, disdain, disgust, and hatred, a hatred so visibly intense that it was about to be condensed into substance, far more than any evil words could hurt.

But habit is really a wonderful thing, Harry from the beginning of disgust and discomfort, now has turned a blind eye, if one day Snape does not look at himself with such eyes, he has to think about his own life, lest the other party is unprepared for a [Avada life] thrown over.

He didn't care about Snape's eyes at all now, and he wasn't distracted by too many things, after all, even Professor Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, had been killed by Professor Lyle, and Voldemort had been beaten away, so what else did he have to worry about? Even Ron agreed with him, having forgotten about the forbidden area corridor, the trapdoor, and the three-headed dog, which they had been enthusiastically following for a while.

So, in such a carefree environment, he began to wonder why the professors had been paying attention to him lately—he had been wondering if there was something about him that had something to do with him.

Until, the day a creature called a Dementor arrives at Hogwarts—

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Harry felt his breath freeze in his chest. The chill penetrated his skin, down to his chest and to his heart...... Harry's eyes rolled upward, and he couldn't see anything.

He was drowning in the cold, and his ears were surging like water. He was pulled down, and the sound in his ears grew 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......

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? "Someone was punching him in the face.

"What's the matter......" He opened his eyes, his voice full of weakness that had never been seen before, and he found himself lying in the foyer on the first floor of the castle, surrounded by a circle of students...... What the hell is going on?

Ron and Hermione knelt beside him, and he could see Professors McGonagall and Flitwick leaning down at him. Feeling uncomfortable, he reached out and pushed his glasses up, touching the cold sweat on his face. He tried his best to recall what had happened to him before he fell unconscious, but he felt a splitting headache, and his subconscious did not allow him to recall such a terrible thing.

"It's the Dementors, Harry." Hermione said as calmly as she could, but her voice was dry, "the professors said...... Someone has escaped from Azkaban Prison, and in order to apprehend them, Dementors will be stationed at the school starting today......"

The students around were very nervous, and when they heard this, they immediately made an uproar, and everyone objected and whispered. Even Slytherin, who has always adhered to the principle that "what the enemy wants to do is what we destroy", is like this, and it is rare that the Gryffindor students agree that they should never let those ghosts enter Hogwarts Castle.

"Dementors...... What is that? With the two of them on their feet, Harry struggled back to his seat. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at each other, and after exchanging opinions, Professor McGonagall left the hall directly, presumably looking for Dumbledore with a gloomy face.

"A guard from Azkaban......" Professor Flitwick said sharply, looking at Harry worriedly, "are you alright?" Harry? I think you might need to eat some chocolate better, or you should go to the school doctor's office. Well, let's disperse first, don't gather here. ”

"What's wrong with me?" Harry said, wiping the sweat from his face again. He now felt that his face was burning hot, especially when he was stared at by so many people, and he was scared to faint on the spot, which was simply a very shameful thing. Thinking of this, he suddenly became unusually grateful to Professor Flitwick.

"I suppose you're scared or something," Ron said, still scared, and he said so loudly that everyone in the restaurant could probably hear you, "you just walked out of the foyer and bumped into that guy, and then you stiffened, collapsed, and started to twitch—"

Harry's face twitched, and he wanted to slap Ron's head into the table, what does it mean to be 'stiff all over'? What is 'starting to have a twitch'? He said that he was like a fool who was intellectually offline.

"Then Professor McGonagall used an unknown spell, and a silver smoke shot out of her wand to drive the Dementor away......" Hermione said, as she seemed to be apprehensive, "I've never seen Professor McGonagall so angry, she was trembling with anger......"

"Is anyone screaming?" Harry asked with a look of hope as he looked around. He now sincerely hopes that he is not the only one who is scared, even if the others are not paralyzed, it doesn't matter, as long as others are scared, then he is not the most rude.

"No one screams." Hermione said a little inexplicably.

"But I heard screams...... "Harry still wants to struggle a little bit to keep his reputation from dying so ugly."

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"I don't want to go to ......," Harry's expression was strange as he stood in front of Hagrid's cabin, "I don't have that vulnerability, I just passed out by accident, so I don't need to talk to Hagrid specifically." ”

As he spoke, he struggled to break free from his arms, which his two friends had grasped. But he knocked on the wooden door of Hagrid's house at the suggestion of the two of them.

They were surprised to find that Hagrid's hut had uncharacteristically all the curtains drawn tightly. Hagrid first shouted, "Who?" Then they slowly walked over and opened the door, and their voices were dodgy, which immediately aroused their interest.

Hagrid poked his head out and looked around quickly to see if anyone heard them enter, then let the three of them into the cabin, and then quickly turned back and closed the door.

"Oh my God, Hagrid, what the hell are you doing?" As soon as she entered, Hermione couldn't help but complain.

Because the hut was suffocatingly hot, and although the weather outside was very cold, the fireplace was blazing, and the cracks in the windows and doors were densely blocked, and no cold air could penetrate it.

Hagrid didn't answer, he made them tea and brought them a ferret's sandwich, but they politely declined.

"Harry, is there something wrong with you? It's been a long time since Halloween that you haven't come to me. Perhaps it was Harry's pale face and the tiredness in his eyes that the big man had become so sharp for the first time.

"Hagrid, I'm sorry because Quidditch training is always required." Harry stammered and tried to apologize, but Hagrid stopped him.

"So, you really have something to ask me?"

"Yes." Harry said that he didn't feel the need to beat around the bush again, "We don't know if you can tell us about the Dementors and why they're stationed at Hogwarts...... The most important thing is that I seem to hear my father......"

"What do you say?! Dementors coming to Hogwarts?! Hagrid asked abruptly to his feet, shocked and incredulous. His sudden movement made the entire wooden house shake slightly, although it was slight, but the three of them felt it clearly, and they all changed color a little, looking at the beams worriedly, ready to run away at any time to avoid the collapsed wooden house.

Hermione frowned slightly, "Hagrid, what the hell are you doing?" I don't even know such news? ”

As she spoke, the girl's gaze drifted a little, and fell directly on a large pile of books on a table next to her—Hagrid could actually read? With such a scrutinizing gaze, Hermione was surprised to find that these were all the same kind of books-

Species of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland......

"From Hatching Eggs to Nirvana"......

The Dragon's Guide ......

Seeing her gaze become strange, Hagrid's face became a little unnatural.

It was at this point that Harry couldn't help but speak first, "Hagrid, can we open a window?" I feel so hot I can't believe it's a few days before Christmas......"

"Oh, sorry, can't ...... Harry, I'm sorry. Hagrid said this, but Harry noticed that he was nervously glancing towards the fireplace, and turned his head to look at the fire. What's that? Hagrid. ”

"This ......," Hagrid said in a hesitant voice, not uttering anything of value for half a minute.

But Hermione had already had a flash of inspiration and thought of something: "Hagrid, are you ...... Do you have a dragon? ”

"Raising dragons?!" Both boys were shocked and looked at Hagrid in disbelief.

Hagrid's eyes widened, too: "How do you know?" I've never told anyone about it. ”

When he said this, it was actually equivalent to admitting it. In desperation, he had to get up and go to the fire, uncover the black cloth, and in the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a big black egg.

"Oh my God, this is really cool...... It turned out to be a dragon egg! Hagrid, where did you get it, it's absolutely contraband! Ron was stunned.

"It's got to be Lyle's one." Little Hermione snorted and said, "This dragon egg was obtained by Lyle and I at the pig's head bar in Hogsmeade Village, and your two brothers know about Ron, but I don't understand why this dragon egg is in Hagrid's hands now." ”

"What? They know it too? Ron's focus was visibly strange as he exclaimed, "It's not fair, they didn't tell me at all...... Wrong? Oh my God, Hermione, what did you just say? Hogsmeade Village? ”

After reacting, Ron immediately glared at Hermione with a very jealous look, and poured out his malice towards his twin brother on the little girl. Hermione ignored him, though.

"You're right, this dragon egg was indeed obtained from Professor Lyle." It dawned on Hagrid that he finally understood where Miss Gryffindor had learned the news, and after discovering that it had been exposed, he did not intend to continue to hide, and readily admitted the matter.

He looked smug, but Hermione wasn't impressed.

"Hagrid, don't forget that you live in a wooden house." She said.