"Are you really alright, Harry?"

After Lupin left, Ron looked at Harry with a worried look on his face.

Harry shook his head, wiped more of the cold sweat from his face, and then looked at Clark, knowing that if there was anyone here who could answer his doubts, it would be the number one in the grade.

"What's that thing?"

Clark put the chocolate Professor Lupin had given him in his mouth and said, "Dementors, Dementors of Azkaban." ”

As soon as this name was spoken, Ron and other young wizards born in a wizarding family shuddered.

"Dementors, Azkaban?" Harry muttered.

"That's right," Clark nodded, "Azkaban is the prison of the wizarding world, and the Dementors are the jailers who guard the prison. ”

"Obviously, Sirius Black's escape has made these guys and the Ministry of Magic a little angry, so much so that the officials arranged for them to search the train."

"Then I just ...... What just happened? Harry looked up and asked, somewhat embarrassed, "Did any of you faint besides me?" ”

"Nope!" Ron shook his head, "Everyone was scared, but no one fainted. ”

This sentence made Harry's face even paler, and he began to feel embarrassed, everyone else was fine, how could he be scared like this?

"Actually, you don't have to," Clark reassured him, reassuring him, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. ”

"Dementors are very evil creatures of the dark arts, they were created by dark wizards, and they naturally hate all humans and wizards.

These guys are aggregates of negative emotions, activated negative energies, who live on human life and happiness and hate everything that is not theirs.

The reason why you reacted the way you did just now was that they sucked away the joy and remembered some painful past.

And the sugar in chocolate can stimulate dopamine, which can make people feel happy, which is why Professor Lupin just let you eat this thing. ”

"Then why not destroy them." Neville asked calmly, prompting Ron to nod his head several times.

"It's not that simple," Clark shook his head with a smile, "Dementors also have 'human rights'. ”

He put the word "human rights" in stress.

"There were many famous white wizards who proposed exterminating them, but the Office of Intelligent Creatures under the Department of Magical Magical Beasts Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic expressed strong opposition.

They claim to respect the Dementors' right to exist and cultural practices, and to give them the freedom to live their own way. ”

"They're crazy." Ron couldn't help but say, "Dementors still talk about human rights?" ”

"Is this what you said earlier?" Neville was succinct.

Clark nodded and continued.

"Of course, this is hard to accept, but for those powerful wizards, the Dementors are not really a big threat.

On the contrary, the existence of these monsters itself represents high-end knowledge of black magic, and has value that can be used.

So this proposal was also endorsed by many magical beast conservation experts, who suggested that racial equality was greater than heaven and that Dementors should be given the right to be human.

There have been a lot of ridiculous things that have happened about the 'human rights' of the wizarding world.

The wizards also tried to grant human rights to the Ballbird, Vorp, Elves and Fairies, Kitsunes and Trolls, and the Wizards and Trolls, which led to ridicule from the wizards, and the Ministry of Magic became a farce on the subject......"

Seeing that Harry and the others seemed to be very interested in this matter, Clark focused on it.

"For example, in the fourteenth century, there was a Speaker of the Council of Wizards named Bourdock Malden, who, when he held a summit meeting of the races of the wizarding world, thought that it was a 'man' who walked on two legs.

So the next day the goblins came to a flock of chickens, ducks and geese, saying that they are also people, and the biggest problem is that centaurs have four legs, and mermaids have no legs, how to define this?

After he stepped down, his successor, Alfrida Cragg, came up with a new definition, saying that the language of a human being is a human being.

As a result, the next day the elves came to smash the field again, and brought a group of trolls, although the trolls have low intelligence, they can speak some simple language, so this explanation is also yellow.

It wasn't until 1811 that the most popular Minister of Magic, Grogen Stump, succeeded in defining what it meant to be human.

According to him, a 'man' is 'any creature that has enough intelligence to understand the laws of a magical society and to assume some of the responsibility for making those laws'.

Of course, there is one exception to this, and that is ghosts.

And according to this definition, our Dementors have actually gained human rights thanks to the efforts of the Ministry of Magic's Office of Intelligent Creatures.

At this point, the power of the Dementors was protected by law, and every wizard was required to respect their right to suck human souls.

In order to better use the power of the Dementors to serve the Ministry of Magic, a genius Minister of Magic proposed that they guard Azkaban, which would respect the power of the Dementors without violating the safety of the wizards.

I would say that this is really a genius proposition, because this measure has caused the average life expectancy of the inmates in Azkaban prison to never exceed 10 years. ”

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'Education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, +40 experience]

Clarke's words made everyone in the room laugh, and even Harry, who was not very happy, grinned.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

"I have to say, you are the most familiar with history and the best storytelling of any of the little wizards I have ever met."

Professor Lupin came back with a slap, he paused as he entered the door, looked at everyone, smiled slightly, and said, "Why don't you eat chocolate, I didn't poison it......"

Harry took a bite of the chocolate and was surprised to feel a sudden rush of heat to the tips of his toes and fingers, which made him feel better.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," Professor Lupin said, "Are you alright, Harry?" ”

"It's fine." He whispered embarrassedly.

Lupin looked at Clark again, "Honestly, if Professor Binns had had half of your language skills in class, I might have gotten an O on my .l. History of Magic exam." ”

With a joking gesture, he quickly narrowed the distance between him and the young wizards.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet, such an excellent student, maybe I should click your name more when I am in class."

"Clark, Clark Prewit."

"Puwitt? Are you a child of Fabian? Professor Lupin looked at Clark.

This was not unexpected.

"Do you know my father?" He asked, feigned surprise.

"Of course," the smile on Lupin's face faded and became much more solemn, "he is a very brave man, and like your uncle Gideon, we have studied in the same academy and fought side by side. ”

"Professor, you're also from Gryffindor?" Clark asked knowingly.

When Harry and the others heard this, their faces were full of interest.

"yes, I was a Gryffindor," Professor Lupin smiled kindly at them, "and it looks like you're a pack of lions as well." ”

Harry and the others laughed, and this middle-aged uncle became much more friendly in their eyes for a while, after all, he was an old senior in the same house.

For the rest of the journey, they chatted eagerly, with Harry recounting Hogwarts today, and Lupin sharing some stories about Clark's father's school when he was younger.

But the pleasant times were always short-lived, and finally, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and everyone got off the train one after another, and the scene was chaotic.

All kinds of noisy shouts, frolicking, accompanied by the chirping of pets, resounded.

The cold air on the small platform was overwhelming, and the heavy rain that was cold to the bone marrow poured down, but this did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the children.

"First-year freshmen, go this way!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Clark turned to see Hagrid's massive figure on the other side of the platform, beckoning the panicked first-year students to come over and cross the lake in the traditional way.

It was a repertoire for the freshmen, and as for them, of course they didn't need to, for the carriage pulled by Thestrals was quietly parked on the side of the road, waiting for their ride.

Clarke, Hermione, and Neville were naturally in the same car, and the three of them sat in the musty, straw-smelling carriage, and staggered past the gate guarded by the Dementors.

"Dementors are guarding the gates, for the first time in Hogwarts' history." Clark felt a chill on his skin and couldn't help but complain.

Fortunately, these guys also stood at the gate, and they didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

At last the carriage came to a rickety halt, and the three men dismounted, followed the large army, up the stone steps, through the majestic oak gates, and into the large and deep foyer.

The flaming torches glowed orange-red, completely dispelling the chill of bad weather and Dementors, and all the little wizards had a smile on their faces.

However, just as Clark and the others were about to enter the brightly lit auditorium, a sudden voice called out to him.

"Potter, Granger, Longbottom, and Puwit! Come here, a few of you! ”

The four of Clark turned around in surprise to find that it was none other than Professor McGonagall, the teacher of Transfiguration and the head of Gryffindor House.

Like all the deans, she was a solemn-looking witch with her hair tied up in a tight bun and sharp eyes with square glasses.

Clark and the others squeezed through the crowd and walked towards her, and Harry was even more nervous, for a student like him, Professor McGonagall's call always made him feel like he had done something wrong.

"There's no need to be so nervous – I just want to talk to you guys in the office." She glanced at Harry faintly, then said to Ron, "You can go to the Great Hall for dinner first, Mr. Weasley." ”

Ron's eyes widened as Professor McGonagall led Harry, Clark, Hermione, and Neville away from the laughing crowd.

A few of them walked through the foyer with Professor McGonagall, up the marble steps, and down a hallway, at the end of which Clark knew was Professor McGonagall's office, which he had been to a few times before.

Professor McGonagall's office was small, but it had a warm fire that dispelled the cold on a rainy day.

As soon as they entered, Professor McGonagall motioned for the four of them to sit down, and she herself sat down behind her desk, and then said suddenly, "Professor Lupin has sent an owl ahead of time, saying that you are not feeling well on the train, Potter." ”

Harry's face began to flush at a visible rate, and it was clear that the little boy was still a little embarrassed, and thought it was a frustration to be stunned by the Dementors.

But before he could reply, he heard a soft knock on the door, and the school doctor, Lady Pomfrey, hurried in.

"I'm fine," he said embarrassedly, "you don't need to—"

"Oh, it's you!" Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to hear him, and leaned over to look at him carefully, "I suppose you must be doing something dangerous again, right?" ”

"It's a Dementor, Bobby." Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "It's on the train." ”

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath and clucked disapprovingly like a hen.

"I knew that the Dementors should be stationed around the school," she muttered, brushing Harry's hair back and touching his forehead.

"Poor boy, he won't be the first to break down. yes, he's cold and wet. Those guys are horrible, the effect they have on those who are already vulnerable—"

"I'm not vulnerable!" Harry said annoyedly.

"You're certainly not vulnerable." Miss Pomfrey said absentmindedly, feeling Harry's pulse and looking at the others, "But I'd suggest you stay in bed for a while, and maybe spend the night in the school hospital for observation." By the way, are these three children also because of Dementors? ”

"I'm fine!" Harry said as he stood up, unable to bear the thought that Draco Malfoy would laugh at him if he was hospitalized.

"Well, at the very least, you should have some chocolate, it will make you a little happier." Miss Pomfrey said that she was looking into Harry's eyes again.

"I've already eaten some," Harry said quickly, "Professor Lupin gave me some." He gave the chocolates to all of us and I feel so much better now! ”

"Really?" Miss Pomfrey said approvingly, "So we finally have a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows how to deal with the problem." ”

It seems that she is still haunted by Professor Lockhart's actions last year.

"Do you really feel alright, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"yes." Harry nodded frantically.

"Very well, then you can go to the dinner first, I have something to explain to the others." Professor McGonagall said.

By the time Harry had gone out with Miss Pomfrey, there were only four people left in the office.

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