The scream was enough to pierce the eardrums, and the Dementor's body, a layer as thin as a light smoke, seemed to be grabbed by a large hand and torn apart.

John was more focused than ever, and the wand in his hand was like a scalpel, manipulating the Dementors bit by bit.

The magic crystal hanging from his neck shimmered, and the third Dementor died as John accidentally pushed too hard.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, John's brow did not stretch.

He didn't understand why he couldn't control every trace of magic power with precision.

"You can't read the mind of a dementor, you can only tell by the size of your scream."

Expressionlessly taking off the earbuds, John's fingers tapped on the cupboard.

The Boggart inside didn't dare to make a sound, it shrank inside the cupboard as if it was dead.

John glanced at the newly added shelf where the reagents were placed, where a bottle of something resembling a black smoke was placed.

It was something that he painstakingly pulled out of Boggart, so to speak, blood.

There was no solidity floating, and black smoke was running around in the reagent without direction.

This kind of thing reminded John of another creature in the wizarding world.

Silently.

Nearby, there are also floating silver threads of varying quantities.

These things look very pure and sacred.

"Is this the Dementor's undigested soul, or is it its own soul?"

After a moment of contemplation, John put on his gloves and used his wand to pick out the silver thread inside.

It looked like it came out of Nagini, and John grabbed it without that call.

He stared at Silverwire, a crazy thought popping into his head.

"The soul returns."

The wand was pointed at his brain, and the silver thread went down John's ear.

Suddenly, everything changed before John's eyes.

He couldn't move, and a black, long-haired wizard appeared in front of him.

His face was cold, as if he were looking at an ant.

With a flick of his wand, John felt as if his body had been struck to shatter bones, peeling away skin inch by inch.

The screams reached his lips, and John whimpered.

It turned out that the tongue had already been cut off, and the green tendons bulged out near the eye sockets.

John couldn't get rid of it, his face was hideous, and there were many people who were imprisoned like him here.

Resentment began to creep through John's mind, eventually spilling over and gathering throughout the room.

The long torment, John's eyes widened.

Eventually, everything was gone, and he returned to the chamber.

Panting heavily, everything John had experienced was real, and half an hour had passed by looking at the time.

"It's too dangerous to implant a soul in your body."

Sitting down with a palpitation, John closed his eyes tightly and waited for a while to recover.

The table in front has a clear fingerprint on the edge.

It can be seen how much John hurt just now.

"I'll have to do it differently in the future."

John's fingers bleed, and he cast a spell on himself to stop the bleeding.

However, this did not seem to be without benefits, and John felt much more energetic after a good night's sleep.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the book in disbelief, John has not yet turned on the Xueba mode, but he can do ten lines at a glance.

This surprised him greatly, and immediately thought of a possibility, and he muttered, "Is it because of that soul fragment?" ”

Stuffing soul fragments into the brain can increase mental power?

John felt that this was what the Dark Wizard did, and that he was a good man.

This state lasted for an hour, and it seems that there is a time limit.

"If it is made into a drug, it can probably be said to be a stimulant in the wizarding world."

Walking out of the classroom after class, John still misses that feeling.

...

On Halloween, the Slytherin Lounge erupts in laughter.

Daphne reluctantly said goodbye to his sister Astoria, and Malfoy and his henchmen vowed to go drinking.

Giving Filch permission to go to Hogsmeade, John sees Harry pleading with Professor McGonagall.

"Please, Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle-in-law are just...... Belch...... Forgot to sign the form. ”

Professor McGonagall looked businesslike and said solemnly, "I'm afraid not, Potter, you should hear what I said, you can't go to Hogsmeade without a watch." ”

Professor McGonagall didn't want Harry to go out, the wizards didn't know, but Professor McGonagall knew that Sirius was out looking for Harry.

Although Hogsmeade is a full wizard village, it is Sirius, a ruthless character whose spell blows up a street.

So Professor McGonagall didn't let up, which made Harry lose his soul.

John raised an eyebrow, no, could it be that what he said to Dursley last time was taken as a deaf ear?

It's hard to convince the damned hell, if one day Harry turns black, the first one to die is Dursley.

Seeing that Harry was lost, Hermione and Ron also went to comfort him.

"Isn't there still a banquet?" Ron wanted to make Harry happy, and said, "You know, Halloween's Eve feast takes place in the evening. ”

Harry might have been looking forward to the banquet before.

But compared to being able to hang out with his companions all day, he still found it too boring.

In fact, the Dursleys really forgot about it, Harry didn't contact them after he left, and Harry still ran away in a bad mood, without thinking that Dursley's autograph would be signed at all.

This came and went, and there was no signature from Dursley.

Seeing that he was lost, John walked up and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, isn't it just all kinds of joke goods and all kinds of delicious candy, butterbeer can be drunk later." ”

Hearing John's reassurance, Hogsmeade stirred Harry's heart even more, and Harry's whole face collapsed.

Hermione couldn't look at it a little, and complained, "How can you persuade people like this." ”

John felt that he hadn't said anything strange, and tapped Harry on the shoulder again, and he turned away.

A dog and a cat wandering outside, a combination that made Ron subconsciously cover his pockets, reminding him that he didn't bring a mouse, and then he was relieved.

Hermione shouted, "Crook Hill." ”

Crookshank stopped and turned to look at Hermione, still holding a packet of dried fish in a paper bag in her mouth.

Tom also brought a bag of dog food, large and small, two small things as if he was going to visit relatives.

"It's the right thing to do to give Crook Hill to Tom."

A cat and a dog roam Hogwarts, and Hermione and Ron's relationship is eased.

Tom is a Hogwarts pet, Crookshank is very smart, and the two guys stay together, surprisingly not fighting.

Ron and Hermione hurriedly told Harry that they would return with gifts, and then chased after the large army to Hogsmeade.

Harry watched as everyone left, walking back alone and alone.

Filch squinted at him, as if he was afraid of Harry running away.

Mrs. Loris meowed, and Filch hurriedly took the dried fish out of her pocket and gave it to Mrs. Loris.

A cat and a dog ran all the way from the castle to the beating Liuna.

Without Tom showing his way to kill Malfoy in seconds again, Crookshank Hill stretched out his cat's paw and pressed it against the knotted scar on the beating willow.

Beater Willow immediately stopped moving, and Tom scurried into the secret passage below, followed by Crookshan.

Sirius in the Screaming Shack was almost recovering, and he was spotted by Muggles on his way to Hogwarts, leading the Aurors to chase him and get several hits to the body.

Fortunately, he was an illegal Animagus and escaped the pursuit by turning into a big black dog.

Sirius grinned at the sight of a cat and a dog coming.

The two little ones were friends he knew, and both little ones were happy to help.

If John knew that Tom was a dog who gave dog food to others, he would probably scold him for not being angry.

"Wangwang."

"Meow meow."

I don't know how they communicate, cats and dogs bark one after another.

But one thing was revealed, Sirius was going to act, to catch the damn rat and bite it to death.

Naturally, you don't have to worry about leading the way.

After all, he is also a Hogwarts graduate, and Sirius knows the way.

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