Chapter 239: The Dementors Attack

He had gone his own way, and neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort was his goal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info alone, he will go alone, for the help of friends, this is the only thing he can do.

"I'm not going to lose to Voldemort. Harry said absolutely.

His hatred with Voldemort is irresolvable, and without defeating Voldemort, he will never be able to escape, the nightmare he has been carrying since birth.

"I don't believe I'm intellectually and gifted worse than Voldemort anyway. Hermione's tone was firm.

She's done intelligence tests, she's seen enough of her peers, she's compared enough samples. She believes that she should not lose to anyone, whether it is intelligence or talent.

Even if Voldemort is a well-known genius in the wizarding world, she is also an intellectual genius who crushes the wizarding world and the ordinary world. As for qualifications, since George dared to guarantee that her magic level would not be lower than that of Voldemort of the same age, then what reason did she have to lose to a peer.

"I'm not going to hold back. Ron smiled helplessly, one was a savior, one was a genius, and one was the best student Hogwarts had ever seen. What else can he say, the only thing he can do is make sure he doesn't hold back.

"If anyone else saw it, they would think we're crazy. Ron smiled softly.

Harry and Hermione laughed too, no matter what they did, everyone else would only treat them like children based on their age. But they themselves never thought of themselves as children.

"What's the sound. Ron said suddenly, and he heard a faint whistle coming from somewhere.

"It's coming from Harry's chest. Ron quickly discovered the source of the sound, and he picked up the box from the luggage rack and handed it to Harry.

Harry rummaged through the box and found a miniature speculum, which he placed on the table, and it spun and spun in bursts of light.

"It's like a speculum, I've seen it in books. Hermione looked at the gadget with interest.

"It's cheap and may not be accurate. Ron scratched the back of his head, "I'm here to get Errol to give Harry a birthday present." ”

"It screamed louder. Harry looked around, and it was said that a hostile person appeared, and it glowed and spun around, and it was still like no one was there.

At this time, they realized that the train was moving slower and slower, and it was about to stop.

Outside the window, it was stormy and dark, but the train was shaky, stop-and-go.

"Something seems to be there. Everyone stood up and looked down the hallway, wondering what was going on.

Through the lights in the corridor, everyone only saw the same confused classmates, all of whom were looking around and guessing from ear to ear.

The train shook and stopped, and there was a thumping sound in the distance. This is the sound of someone whose suitcase was not put away and fell from the shelf.

Suddenly, the lights on the train went out, and the carriage entered a world of pitch black. Only the pocket speculum on the table turned even more jubilantly, it was like a night pearl in the dark, shining brightly.

"It looks pretty that way. George said calmly.

He connected his fingers and summoned faint rays of light, like candles, floating to the top of the carriage one after another, illuminating one carriage after another.

He said with a amplification spell, "Just sit and wait for a while, the conductor will take care of it, so don't make trouble." ”

Listening to George's calm and calm words, the commotion of the crowd slowly calmed down by the faint light on the carriage. Everyone is also a little more relieved, and if there is anything, there will naturally be a notice from the teachers.

They sat back in their seats, along with the students in the carriage, and took out their wands, summoning brighter light instead of George's candlelight.

George didn't sit back in his seat, he was guessing what had happened. Pocket speculums can detect malice, and of course, cheap speculums won't be very accurate. But given the current situation, it wouldn't be surprising if an enemy suddenly appeared.

The train stopped, and the rain poured down outside the window, just like a classic scene from the movie with frequent accidents.

If so, who would it be? Voldemort hadn't come back to life, and the Death Eaters didn't dare attack the Hogwarts school bus. You must know that there are not only half-blood students here, but also pure-blood students, and once a large number of casualties are caused, even if Voldemort is strong, he will not be able to fight against the entire wizarding world.

But aside from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, there hasn't been any notorious villains in the wizarding world lately. George didn't expect anyone to be so bold as to try to attack a Hogwarts train.

"Maybe the train is broken. Hermione's voice was uncertain. Although the sudden stop of the train did not bode well, she could not think of any other reason.

"With such heavy rain, if the train breaks, who will fix it. Harry whispered.

He looked down the corridor again, and as soon as he looked there, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

A monster cloaked in a cloak with its head almost touching the ceiling, its face hidden under a turban that looked like night.

Harry felt like he had been punched in the stomach, and a claw came out from under his cloak, glowing, gray, thin, and scabbed, like a corpse that had been rotting in water for a long time and had come back to life.

Harry felt his breath freeze, a chill piercing his skin and his bloodstream. He froze there, unable to close his eyes.

He drowned in the boundless cold, and he sank into the rolling cold current, like death calling softly in his ears, and like the dead circling around him. He only felt that he was falling from the sky, fluttering into the boundless darkness.

Suddenly, a sun rose beside him, and the morning light of the sunrise, like a rope, pulled him away from the dark abyss. The blood seemed to be infused with sunlight, and his breath was like snow melting, and he could see and hear again.

It was George's voice, more intimidating than ever, like a raging sun.

"Who allowed you to come here. ”

George's cold voice revealed anger, and the whole carriage shook slightly.

Ron felt like he was standing in the crater of a volcano, he had never seen George so angry and angry. Powerful magic radiated around George, oppressive and hot, leaving him breathless.

He also saw that the terrible and cold monster seemed to be a little shorter.

(To be continued.) )