"Ouch!" Hermione said breathlessly, "Ron, that's my foot!"

Malfoy cautiously fumbled in his seat, as if trying to find something to hold onto, "Did you say the train broke down?"

"I don't know. Again, no one was able to answer his question, for Rolf was now so focused that he hadn't heard Malfoy's question.

"Oh my God, what's going on, I'm so hard, my stomach hurts to death, and I have to ......" Malfoy turned on the broken mouth mode again.

But it didn't take long for his voice to fade, and our Mr. Malfoy did not dare to babble as the whole train fell into darkness.

Because everyone felt that there was a cold and oppressive aura that was permeating the surroundings of their own people.

At this moment, Hermione picked up her wand and cast a fluorescent flash, and the pitch black thing standing in the doorway was finally illuminated.

It was a cloaked, ceiling-high monster with its face completely hidden beneath its turban.

Harry's eyes looked down, and what he saw made his stomach constrict, and he saw a hand sticking out of his cloak.

The hand shimmered in the darkness, gray, thin, and scabbed, as if something had died, soaked in water and rotted.

It took less than a second for that hand to appear, otherwise Harry felt like he could have vomited his breakfast.

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.

This is...... How does it look like sucking #bigahhemp?

When confronted by the Dementors, a chill was palpable to all of them.

Rolf also felt his breath condense in his chest, and he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly typed the wooden pact that he had prepared long ago against the dementors.

Just as Rolf cast the spell, Harry, who was across from him, rolled his eyes upwards and fell straight down, sliding from his seat to the ground.

Harry felt himself drowning in the cold, his ears surging like water.

"Harry!" Hermione, who was still using fluorescent flashes, exclaimed, and Ron, who was next to him, also noticed Harry's abnormality and hurriedly went over to help him.

Rolf was also startled when he saw this, and a wave of worry and distress welled up in his heart, and then he involuntarily performed a healing technique.

I saw a pair of big wings rising in the dark carriage, and there were bursts of holy and warm light, which made the cold around everyone seem to have receded a little.

Originally, Rolf was going to follow Likris to learn a few more healing arts, but first, the magic was too difficult to learn and required a lot of time, and the contemplation did not allow Rolf to spend time on it.

In addition, Li Chrissy is too strict, and he is afraid that he will not be able to bear the grievance.

Especially after Rolf drew the upgrade card, this idea is especially strong, I just use the upgrade card to upgrade the healing technique, and I have to go to great lengths to learn some new magic arts.

It's a waste of time, a waste of energy, and a lot of fear.

The Dementor !! screamed as if it had suffered some fatal injury.

If it's hard for you to imagine how uncomfortable this sound is, you can imagine the shrill sound of the teacher scratching the blackboard with chalk every now and then when you were in school.

Harry felt like he was being pulled down, and he felt a scream in his ears. The sound slowly approached him from a distance, gradually filling his entire ear canal, a terrible, frightened, pleading scream.

But there was a warm feeling lingering in his heart, rotting all the negative feelings around him, allowing him to regain his ability to think.

"Harry, is that you, Harry, are you alright?" Just as the glow of the healing spell was about to fade, a male wizard dressed in an extremely shabby robe with patches in several places rushed in.

He looked sick and exhausted. Although he still looks young, his light brown hair is already mixed with a little gray hair.

It's Professor Lupin!

At Professor Lupin's call, Harry opened his eyes. He saw the faint light above him, and the floor of the carriage was still shaking.

After the Dementors were dispelled by the white light emitted by the healing spell and Professor Lupin's Divine Guardians, the Hogwarts Express began to move again, and the lights that had been extinguished came back on.

When Harry regained consciousness, he found himself slipping from his seat to the floor, Rolf and Malfoy kneeling beside him, Hermione's legs behind him, and Ron looking at him anxiously.

He also saw an adult wizard leaning over and staring at him nervously, and for some reason, it always felt as if he had something to say to himself.

Who am I, where am I, what's going on?, Harry's mind was dizzy and he was soul-tormenting himself.

He felt terrible, cold all over, he reached out and pushed his glasses up, touching the cold sweat on his face, Malfoy and Hermione hurriedly helped him back to his seat.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked nervously.

"It shouldn't be fine," Harry said weakly as he clasped his hands around him, and Rolf was inexplicably distressed to send him a weak, pitiful, and helpless emoji.

Harry seemed to remember something, and quickly looked over the door. Luckily, the monster with the turban is gone, is that my hallucination?

"What happened? The ...... Where's that monster? Who was screaming?"

Just when everyone didn't know what to explain, Professor Lupin broke a large piece of chocolate into small pieces. "Here you go," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece, "Eat it." Good for you. ”

Harry took the chocolate, but instead of eating it, he looked at the suddenly extra adult wizard suspiciously.

"Oh, hello, my name is Lupin, and I'm your next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Under the puzzled gazes of several young wizards, Lupin made a brief self-introduction.

"What was that?" Harry quickly asked Lupin again.

"A Dementor," he said, handing out chocolates to Rolf, Malfoy, Ron, and Hermione, "a Dementor from Azkaban." ”

Everyone stared at him, and Professor Lupin crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper 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 out of company. With that, he walked past the young wizards and disappeared into the hallway.

A crowd of people chattered around Harry, and Ginny and the Weasley twins roared over when they heard that Harry had passed out.

In their opinion, although the feeling just now was really uncomfortable, it was not enough to make people faint.

And Rolf, pretending to be tired, slowly sat down along the back of the chair, Hermione and they thought that he was too tired from just performing the magic spell, so they didn't say anything and asked him to rest quickly.

As for the poor Dementor, Rolf didn't rush to take it away, but was ready to wait until the school and let it be a spy, so that he could collect a few more at a time and leave.