The Hogwarts Express carriage was already in darkness, even with all the lights turned off, and there was nothing in sight but the black that was all over the place.

The little wizards suddenly became chaotic, and a mood called panic rose in everyone's hearts.

"What's wrong?" In one cubicle, Ron's nervous voice came from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" Hermione screamed in pain, "Ron, you stepped on my foot!"

Harry held on to the wall next to him and fumbled his way back to his seat, "You say...... Is the train broken?"

"I don't know ......"

There was a short, screaky sound in his ears, and Harry could faintly see the indistinct black outline of Lake Lounmo in the darkness.

Ron leaned his whole face on the windowpane, trying to wipe out a clean spot, trying to find some light from the window.

"Something seems to be moving there," Ron said, "Did someone get off the train?" They may be going out......

The door of the carriage opened suddenly, and someone fell into Harry's lap in pain.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" A familiar voice rang out, "Do you know what's going on? Ouch! I'm sorry—"

He slammed on the corner of the table again.

"Slow down, Neville, you sit down first." Harry said as he felt in the darkness for Neville's coat and pulled him up and sat him in the empty seat next to him.

"Harry? Is that you? Do you know what's going on?" Neville managed to find his place and sat down.

"I don't know...... Harry was interrupted by another shrill cry before he could finish.

"Meow—"

A loud meow and a scream of pain rang out at the same time, and Neville had sat on top of a cat and had been bitten by the cat.

"Crookshan, how are you? Come to me!" Hermione's voice was heard in the darkness as well.

The cat was a ginger half-breed civet named Crookshan, which she had bought with the money she had used to buy an owl.

Ron was unhappy that Hermione had bought a cat, as he felt it was a danger to his pet mouse. Madara has been shivering with fear all day lately, and it seems that even his physical condition has deteriorated.

"Crookshan, come up." Hermione touched a stuffed cat in the dark and picked it up, "I was about to ask the driver what was going on, but it's too dark in here......

"It's a pity that my wand is in my suitcase, and I can't find it now, otherwise I could have used my wand to illuminate the charm. Doesn't anyone have a wand by their side?" She asked.

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In fact, most young wizards may not be without their wands, but they are caught off guard by a momentary sudden situation, forgetting that they still have magic to rely on.

Harry reached into his pocket and felt his face sink slightly. He had just had a snack and had placed his wand on the table, and it was hard to find it in the darkness now. ….

Hermione walked past Harry with the cat in her arms, and he heard the door open again. Hermione should have gone to the cab to ask the driver for details, as she said.

After the noise passed, the interior of the carriage gradually became quiet again.

In this eerie atmosphere, no one is willing to be the first to open their mouths to break the silence.

A moment later, a dull sound suddenly sounded, followed by two more eerie creaking sounds.

"What's that sound?" Ron turned his face away from the window and asked in a whisper.

But it was still dark, and he didn't see anything.

"Is Ginny here?" Harry asked.

"Is Hermione back?" Ron asked, too.

No one answered, only for a while

The cold wind blowing in the face slowly carried the smell of some decay and festering.

Harry's foreboding grew heavier.

He turned to Ron and asked, "Ron, where's your wand?"

He remembered that the reason why Ron had used his old wand for a year at the Dueling Club was only because the family didn't have the money to replace it, but that problem had been solved after Mr. Wesley won the Grand Prix in the Daily Prophet.

Ron's original wand had been replaced, and now he had a brand new one at the Ollivanders Wand Shop, which he wore with him all the time.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about it." Ron said in annoyance.

He took his wand out of his coat pocket and whispered the incantation of the wand illumination charm:

"Fluorescent flickering (Lus)."

A faint light appeared at the end of Ron's wand, bringing some light to the dark environment.

Ron raised his wand and looked at the open box door, where something seemed to be standing.

"Ahh Ron suddenly screamed.

Harry turned his head to look at the doorway, and suddenly saw a cloaked monster that reached the ceiling. Its face is completely hidden under the turban, making it impossible to see the face.

Harry's eyes went down, and what he saw made his stomach tighten:

A hand came out of the cloak, and it shimmered, gray, thin, and scabbed, like something had died, soaked in water and rotted......

The hand had been exposed for less than a second, and the monster under the cloak seemed to sense Harry's gaze, and the hand suddenly shrank into the folds of the black cloak.

Then, I didn't know if it was a weird thing in my mouth under the turban, and I took a long breath...... The breath was long, slow, and trembling, as if trying to suck something other than air out of the surroundings.

The little wizards present all felt a chill pass through their bodies. Harry, in particular, felt his breath condense in his chest.

This chill penetrated his skin, cold to his lungs and to his heart...... Harry's eyes then rolled upwards, and he couldn't see anything, drowning in the cold.

Gradually, Harry's ears felt like a surging tide, like water rushing. He was dragged into the water, and the sound in his ears grew louder..........

It seems that the world is changing, and the scene is pulled from the Scottish Highlands to a deep valley where there is a two-story house, and screams seem to come from the house...... Terrible, frightened, pleading screams.

He subconsciously wanted to help the person who was screaming, no matter who it was, but he couldn't...... A thick white fog surrounded him, inside his body...... Then, a blinding green light lit up......

……

Dracula flew through the air and saw from a distance that the Dementors were surrounding the Hogwarts Express, even burrowing into the carriages and searching them, sparing not a single carriage.

His face turned extremely cold, and his wings fluttered, shooting like an arrow off the string towards one of the carriages.

With a "boom", the top of the carriage suddenly shattered.

Dracula landed in the middle of the unconscious Harry and the many young wizards, standing in the way of the Dementor.

"It's only been a few days since I've been looking for your business, and now I'm arrogant again?" He looked at the Dementor in front of him and coldly curled the corners of his mouth, "You disgusting species don't have such a long memory?"

It was really the happy mood of the little wizards that was too tempting, and the Dementors didn't care about this sudden appearance, and were about to continue to absorb the emotions in the hearts of the little wizards despite the obstacles.

But when Dracula's icy voice rang out in the silence, it froze.

Isn't this ruthless man on Azkaban's side? How did you cross such a long distance and still meet him?!

Whether it's Dracula's move to destroy the Dementors in Halloween last year, or the last two weeks

The constant torture of the Dementors for fun has brought an extremely serious shadow to the Dementor community.

Up to now, even Dementors who have never seen Dracula have heard of such a Dementor nemesis from their own kind, and they know that when it is time to admit it, they have to admit it.

Didn't you see the shame of the Dementor who led Dracula and still live well?

If you don't know how to admit it, being eliminated directly is a trivial matter, but if you are chased by the Patronus and can't eat for a long time, and you can't find the right mood, it will be too sad for the Dementor.

When the Dementor in the carriage saw Dracula, he was immediately frightened and trembling to get out of this dangerous place.

"Did I let you go?" Dracula sneered.

The Dementor's movements froze.

It stiffened its head and learned to grovel in respect of Dracula, while retracting all the positive emotions that had escaped from it, hoping to gain mercy from Dracula's men.

Ron and Neville next to him were stunned.

Where have they ever seen such a scene...... The appearance is so evil that it is boundless, there is a dark aura all over the body, and it can devour people's happy emotions, how can Professor Dracula become a dog's leg when he sees it, and he also makes a groveling set?

"Don't expect that I'll spare you." Dracula's tone was still cold, "Since you have come to my territory to spread wild, you must be prepared to pay the price." ….

He raised his hand and waved his wand.

A silvery-white light flew out of the wand and pierced through the large hole in the ceiling that Dracula had smashed, like a bright meteor against the current into the dark night.

When the meteor rises to the highest point, it blooms like a dazzling silver-white firework, dispelling the entire thick darkness.

Every inch of the fireworks never went out, but fell towards each car of the train, falling on different Dementors.

If you look closely, you can see that every tiny spark is a bat, staring at each Dementor and forcibly snatching the happiness of the little wizards back from the Dementors with an extremely tough attitude.

As the black, viscous sky shimmered, the influence of the Dementors on the young wizards faded.

A starlight pierced through the deep blackness and hung on the deep curtain of the night sky.

The lights in the carriage also lit up, and gradually, innocent, happy smiles resurfaced on the faces of the little wizards.

……

"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?" Harry lay on the ground, confused and felt someone punch him in the face.

"How...... What's wrong?" Harry struggled to open his eyes.

Lights were on above him, and the floor was vibrating rhythmically - it looked like the Hogwarts Express was moving again, and the lights were on again.

He appeared to slide from his seat to the ground. Ron and Hermione were half-kneeling beside him, and he could see Neville and Ginny leaning over and looking at him with concern.

Harry felt uncomfortable and reached out and pushed his glasses up, touching the fine cold sweat on his face.

Ron and Hermione put their arms around him and helped him back to his seat.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked nervously.

"It's okay," Harry said, looking over the door, but didn't notice the scary monster from before, "What happened?" That one...... Where did the monster go? Who was screaming?"

"No one screams." Ron said blankly, touching Harry's forehead to see if he had a fever.

Harry looked around the brightly lit carriage and saw Ginny and Neville looking at him, both of them pale.

"But I did hear screams......

"You may be hallucinating, Harry." Hermione said, "Dementors are said to suck joy out of people's hearts, and in more serious cases, they can cause mental problems."

"Was that a Dementor just now?" He asked, surprised

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"Yes, the Dementors, the monsters guarding Azkaban." Hermione said, handing him a piece of chocolate, "Eat some chocolate, you might feel better."

Harry took the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, rubbing the back of his head blankly, feeling as if he had just had hallucinated somewhere.

"Are you really alright, Harry?" Hermione, seeing Harry's absent-minded expression, asked anxiously again.

"I'm fine...... What just happened?" Harry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and wrung his soaked clothes, "Hmm...... What did that Dementor do when he first came to our carriage? And why did I fall to the ground?"

"I think you're scared or something," Ron said, still looking a little scared, "You're scary, stiff, fell out of your seat, and started convulsing......

"Luckily, Professor Dracula came over out of nowhere and stood in the way of the Dementor." Hermione took over and said, "Look at the top of our heads, well, pretty obvious......

Harry looked up in confusion, and then he saw a large hole in the ceiling, from which the dark sky and a few stars dotted in the sky were clearly visible.

"Uh...... Did Professor Dracula just smash open the roof and come in?" The corners of Harry's eyes twitched, "Really...... It's a good fit for his style."

"And that's not all!" Ginny added, "Harry, you can't guess where the Dementors who stopped the train have gone......

"Professor Dracula used a spell to string all the Dementors in the vicinity with a large piece of silver thread, wrapping them around into a large ball, and then cast a Traceless Stretching Charm on one of the trash cans in our carriage."

"The Dementors should still be in the trash now!"

Harry: "......"

It's really Professor Dracula.

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