"Frame times, box times!"

The scarlet Hogwarts Express travels north, and the scenery outside the window becomes more and more desolate.

As the clouds thickened in the sky, the sky gradually darkened, as is the case in the Scottish Highlands in August.

Outside the door of their carriage, people kept passing back and forth.

Ginny had already left to find her classmates.

Hermione, on the other hand, fiddled with the wicker basket that held Crookshank's Mountain, as if she was ready to let it ease when the environment was stable.

"Don't let that thing out!" Ron shouted, but it was too late.

Crookshank jumped out of the basket with agility, stretched, yawned, and settled into an empty seat, only the persimmon face was still facing Ron.

"Get out of here!" Ron waved impatiently to chase it away.

"Ron, don't do this!" Hermione said angrily.

Ron was about to reply when the fat witch pushing the food cart had already arrived at the door of their cubicle.

It turned out to be a little past one, and it was time for lunch.

A few of them simply bought a little food to deal with a meal, and as for Professor Lupin, who was still asleep, Hermione was about to wake him up, but the fat witch stopped them, and they had to give up.

After lunch, it didn't take long for the overcast sky to start raining, and the fine raindrops fell on the window, and the rolling mountains outside the window became blurred.

The group sat bored in the carriage, and just as Ron was about to propose a few games of magic cards, they heard several more footsteps in the aisle.

Immediately, three of Harry's least favorite people appeared at the door, Draco Malfoy and his two best friends: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

Draco Malfoy and Harry became rivals as soon as they met on the first train to Hogwarts, and then fell in love with each other on campus.

But it didn't seem like he had come here to trouble Harry today.

"Clark, you're here." Malfoy opened the door to the cubicle, a big smile on his face.

This kind of heartfelt joy that only belongs to children, Clark and the others saw it on Malfoy's face for the first time, so that Harry and Ron were stunned.

"What's the matter?" Clark spoke.

As if he didn't want his old rival to see his simple side, the smile on Malfoy's face immediately subsided a lot.

"Clark, my dad wants to get the dragon adopted by Romania back, and he wants to put it in the dragon farm at Hogwarts, and I want to ask for your opinion."

Malfoy smirked at Harry and Ron, his nose cocked and two nostrils facing them.

Clark knew that Malfoy had begged his father to adopt a dragon from a dragon farm in Romania, and that the family would receive some fertilizer made from dragon dung every year.

However, he only responded lightly and did not offer any advice, which made Malfoy leave in frustration.

"Isn't there only one dragon in the dragon farm today? It should be a good thing that the Malfoys can get another one, right? Hermione asked curiously.

Clark shook his head and chuckled.

"It's not that simple, Lucius Malfoy must have received some news in advance, so he wanted to transport the dragon back from Romania with great fanfare.

But Professor Dumbledore was in charge of that matter, and I couldn't say anything about it. ”

A sentence without a beginning or an end, Clark said it again after he finished speaking.

Hermione was too smart to ask again, and Harry and Ron, though curious about what "that thing" was in Clark's mouth, couldn't help but say it.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage due to Malfoy's arrival, except for Professor Lupin, who was leaning in the corner, to continue to snore slightly.

The train continued to speed north, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the windows turned a watery gray and gradually darkened.

Eventually, the lights in the aisles and in the luggage racks came on at once, the train clanged, the rain crackled, and the wind howled outside the window, but Professor Lupin was still sleeping.

"We're definitely getting there." Ron said, leaning over and looking through Professor Lupin at the now dark car window, where nothing could be seen.

"It's not possible yet, it's only five o'clock in the afternoon, and there's still an hour." Hermione said, looking at her watch.

"Then why did it stop?" Harry asked, confused.

The train was getting slower and slower, the sound of the wheels was gradually becoming inaudible, and the wind and rain were hitting the windows more violently than before.

Harry was closest to the door, and when he got up and looked down the aisle, he saw countless small heads poking out of the compartment curiously throughout the carriage.

The train squeaked and stopped, and the sound of ping-pong and children screaming could be heard not far away, and it must have been luggage falling off the shelves and hitting them in the head.

Then, for no apparent reason, all the lights around them went out, and they fell into complete darkness.

In the whole train, screams and strange screams came and went.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

With Hermione calmly chanting a spell, the 0-ring trick [Dancing Light Technique], which was disguised as magic, was successfully cast, and a ball of light rose above their heads, bringing a faint light.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, nervous.

"I don't know," Hermione stood up, walked to the side of the car, wiped out a clean spot, and looked outside, "Something was moving outside, it seemed like someone was getting into the car......"

"Did you say the car broke down?" Harry made a guess.

"Maybe Sirius Black has come to hijack the train." Ron said scaredly.

"Come on, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes, "can you be less naïve." ”

With that, she walked to the door, "I'll go to the front and ask the driver what's going on." ”

However, the sliding door opened first, and two figures emerged from the darkness, Ginny and Colin, with a camera in his hand.

"What's the matter, Ginny?"

"I don't know." Ginny shook her head in panic, "The lights are out, I'm scared, so I came to find Clark-"

"Come in."

Ginny had just sat down beside Harry when a hoarse voice suddenly rang out again, "What's going on?" ”

The voice came from the corner, it was Professor Lupin, and he finally woke up.

The white light above his head sprinkled on his face, making his already tired gray face even paler, but his eyes were very alert.

"We don't know, it seems that something is stopping the train." Clark took the initiative.

Lupin nodded, slowly stood up, and comforted them in that hoarse voice, "You stay here and don't move, I'll go out and have a look." ”

However, before he could reach the door, the sliding door slowly opened.

Under the reflection of the ball of light overhead, a tall and large figure wearing a black cloak slowly floated in from the darkness outside the door.

With the appearance of "him", the color of the light sprinkled above everyone's heads became whiter and colder, I don't know if it was an illusion, everyone felt as if they had suddenly entered a cold storage, and everything around them was rapidly frozen.

It's a Dementor!

Clark looked at the face completely hidden under the hood, and the gray-white palms that protruded from under the cloak, as if they had been soaked in water for a long time, covered with slime and spots, and immediately guessed what it was.

As for Professor Lupin, who was the teacher of Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he also recognized this guy at a glance.

But before he could talk, the Dementor seemed to be aware of Clark's gaze, and the hand suddenly retracted into the folds of the black cloak.

Immediately afterward, the Dementor took a long breath of air, gurgling in its throat, as if it was inhaling not only the air around it, but something else.

The next moment, all the children in the carriage let out a low cry, and then, a piercing chill instantly swept over their bodies.

The chill penetrated through the skin, into the bones, all the way to their chests, and into their hearts.

It was as if in the cold north wind, pouring a basin of icy water from the head, and all the happy emotions were immediately lost.

Clark almost subconsciously wanted to give this guy a [spiritual acupuncture], but before he could make a move, Harry next to him suddenly turned pale, and his body twitched like chaff.

"Don't!"

His expression was extremely frightened, as if he had seen something terrible, and before everyone could react, he fainted on the ground with a bang.

"Harry!"

Ron hurriedly reached out to help him up, but he couldn't do it alone.

For the first time, Lupin's face showed an angry expression, his brow furrowed, and he walked up to the Dementor with a serious face, and pulled out his wand.

"None of us hid Sirius Black under our robes, let's go!"

His actions made the Dementor back a little, but it didn't seem to be enough to get them away.

"Divine Guard!"

A silvery-white glow emerged from the tip of Lupin's wand, transforming into a blurred shadow with limbs in front of them.

The dementor seemed to be afraid of it, and took another breath before retreating into the darkness.

However, the next second, "click", Collin, who was standing in the corner, trembled and raised his camera, pressed the shutter, and left the scene on the film.

"Stop!" Lupin yelled, not knowing if it was for Colin or for the Dementors.

Anyway, the dazzling flash seemed to anger the Dementor, and it lunged forward.

"Divine Guard!"

Lupin shouted again, and he actually used the advanced technique of double stacking spell casting!

More silvery-white mist poured out of the tip of his wand, merging into the blurred shadow from before.

The abstract image of the animal instantly became clear, and a huge silver wolf with thick hair collided with the Dementor and pressed "him" under its claws.

But his actions also angered the guys, and two more Dementors approached here, and several dark shadows flashed outside the car window.

They are like small black holes, sucking out all the light, breath, and emotions around them.

The silver wolf slapped the Dementor beneath his feet and let out a long, silent howl.

The Dementors stirred for a moment, but they didn't intend to leave, and the icy atmosphere around them became more and more solemn, as if even the air was about to freeze.

Just as Lupin tried to get his patronus to rush forward, a cold light flashed in the dark hallway.

Like a waning moon falling into the world, the moonlight was colder than the chill brought by the dementors, and it was even more deadly silent, almost instantly cutting off all three dementors standing in the doorway.

As dark magic creatures, Dementors originally roamed between yin and yang, could switch between virtual and real at will, and were not afraid of ordinary physical attacks.

However, the three Dementors let out a silent scream, and then, like weathered rocks, they slowly turned into fine pieces of ash after the baptism of time.

The Dementors who had been surrounding the carriage seemed to be frightened by the screams of the three companions before they died, and they scattered in an instant.

Even Professor Lupin, startled by the extraordinary blow, raised his wand in his hand, pointing forward vigilantly.

When the lights in the carriage were restored, the floor continued to tremble—the Hogwarts Express was running again, and with the help of the bright lights, Clark and the others realized that the person who killed three Dementors with a single sword was Neville, who had been looking honest and honest.

"Are you alright?" Neville sheathed his sword, "I ran over just now and saw those weird guys standing here, and the situation was urgent, so I took action. ”

He walked into the carriage with a nonchalant face, not sad or happy, as if he had not killed three evil and dangerous Dementors just now, but gently brushed the dust off the table.

Lupin looked at the child who was only as tall as his chest with a shocked expression, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and finally it was Clark's words that woke him up.

"We're fine, it's just that Harry doesn't seem to be in great shape."

His state is not very good, it is simply very bad, the whole person seems to have committed a serious illness, his face is pale, lying straight on the ground, his forehead is also wet, covered with cold sweat.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? Ron knelt beside him and slapped him the cheek.

"W-what?"

Harry finally struggled to open his eyes, and found that the light around him had returned to his surroundings, and if he wasn't still lying on the floor, it would have been as if it had never happened.

"I'm fine," he said, standing up and sitting down in his chair with the help of Ron and Colin, "where was that turban-like monster just now?" Also, who was screaming just now? ”

"Those monsters......" Ron glanced at Neville, "they're 'dealt with,' and no one screams." ”

Harry looked around in the brightly lit cubicle, Ginny and Colin looked at him, both of them were pale, Neville was standing in the doorway with his hands on his chest, and Clark and Hermione were normal, it seemed that only he had fainted in this cubicle.

Harry felt even more uncomfortable, feeling his stomach squeeze together, and he had to say, "But I heard the screams—"

Startled by the click, Professor Lupin broke a large piece of chocolate into several pieces.

"Here," he handed Harry a particularly large slice, "Eat, this will help you." ”

Harry took the chocolate, and Lupin gave the rest of the chocolate to the others, then crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"You guys eat first," he said, "it's going to help, sorry, but I'll need to go ahead and talk to the driver......"

With that, he walked past Neville and disappeared into the bright hallway.

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