As if sensing the gaze of the crowd, the Dementor leaned down, a hand sticking out of his cloak, which shimmered, gray, thin, and scabbed, as if something had died, soaked in water and rotting.

Several wands were pointed at it, but Harry didn't dare attack easily, for they didn't know what the thing in front of them was.

Dementors don't care if they're being pointed at a wand or not, normal spells don't do anything to them at all, and only a few spells, such as the Patronus Charm, can hurt them.

Its head slowly turned to Harry, seemingly intriguing him.

The Dementors want to try to get close to Harry!

Harry felt as if a whirlpool had formed on the face under the other man's cloak, sucking everything around him in.

He felt a little dizzy in his head.

Without warning, a flash of white light sent the Dementor flying from the box.

"Mr. Dementor, I don't think this is the place for you."

Dudley stepped out of the box, looking at the Dementor condescendingly, his voice steady and orderly.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't go, then don't."

The Dementor roared in anger, but the white light seemed to hurt him so much that it couldn't even stand up.

"Three!"

Dudley very decisively shouted out the number three.

As for one or two, who is required to shout from the beginning?

What's the point of shouting three directly?

The Dementor, a creature that doesn't know if it has an IQ, seems to be stunned for a moment, and if it had a face, it must have been stunned.

You don't talk about martial arts.

"Very well, I see this as a provocation to me."

Last time I went to Azkaban, I didn't find a chance to bring back some souvenirs there, and Dudley felt very sorry for this, but I didn't expect this souvenir to be automatically delivered to my door today, which can't be wasted.

So Dudley silently took out the red and white ball from his waist.

The Dementors who boarded the Hogwarts Express were obviously not the only ones just now, and the icy aura still permeated the carriage.

"Get out of here!"

A roar came from the box not far away.

Dudley saw a silver light rise, and a silvery-white wolf knocked another Dementor out.

Patronus Charm, and it's a Patronus Charm that has already taken shape.

The silver wolf didn't stop after knocking down the Dementor, but instead rushed towards the other carriages.

A man who looked a little scruffy stepped out of the carriage and nodded slightly after seeing Dudley who was also standing outside the carriage.

Dudley rubbed the ring on his fingertips, holding back his desire to grab another Dementor, and nodded at the man in response.

After a while, the cold feeling in the carriage disappeared, the lights on the train were restored, and everything became brighter.

Soon the Hogwarts trains began to run normally.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Dudley walked back to the carriage and slowly closed the box door.

"It's fine, just a little uncomfortable."

Harry's lips were only slightly pale.

"Drink some happy water."

Dudley pulled a bottle of happy water from his left pocket and handed it to Harry.

Harry threw his head back and gulped it down.

"Hiccup"

Harry gave a powerful hiccup, and he felt much more comfortable.

"What's that?" Ron asked curiously, staring at the empty bottle.

He wanted to ask Harry for a taste, but Harry dried it up, and the smell of the air was quite new.

"Happy water, do you want it?" Dudley took another bottle out of his pocket.

"Boom."

When Ron took his first sip of happy water, he was conquered by the novelty of the drink.

"It's delicious, much better than cherry juice." Ron was amazed.

Don't think it's a novelty, wizards don't even look down on weapons made by ordinary people, let alone try to drink the drinks they make.

A bunch of old stubborns who are resting on their laurels.

After drinking most of it, Ron remembered his friend and said to Neville.

"Neville, won't you taste it?"

Neville looked at the bottle with a little food scrap and waved his hand in refusal, "No, I drank too much during the holidays." ”

Ron: "!! ”

How many good things did you eat behind my back during the holidays?

"Dementors? That thing was a Dementor just now? ”

Harry asked hurriedly as he recovered a bit.

He had only heard the name Dementor a while ago, because he practiced the spell

"I've seen descriptions of it in books, it's a very scary dark creature that sucks people's pleasure and leaves only the worst and worst memories, and it's capable of sucking people's souls and turning them into a state of walking dead."

Encyclopedia Hermione immediately told her what she knew.

"I remember that they were restrained by the Ministry of Magic, and now they are basically in Azkaban, and there are basically no wild Dementors in the outside world."

The Ministry of Magic claims that the Dementors are subject to them, but only Minister of Magic, Fudge, knows what the truth is.

"It's a pity that our Patronus Charm isn't yet proficient."

Hermione said with a little regret, only to see that the tip of her wand was emitting some silver threads, which could not be fixed.

"If only it could be like Dudley just did."

Is it possible. Dudley's Patronus Charm is also unskilled. Just say that quantitative change produces qualitative change?

As she spoke, Harry and Neville each pulled out their wands, and some silver threads emanated from their wands.

Ron, who drank the happy water, frowned slightly, and realized that things were not simple.

"Wait. You've all learned the Patronus Charm? ”

It seems that he is the only one who has not learned?

Everyone nodded to Ron.

Harry also made up the knife at the right time, "Malfoy has learned it too." ”

Ron:.

Neville followed, "We've also learned a lot of dueling techniques, and I'm now able to cast some of the more powerful Transfiguration Spells. ”

Ron:.

He's always been stronger than Neville in terms of Transfiguration, and Transfiguration is Neville's weakness, and now it seems. Doesn't seem to be as good as Neville.

"By the way, Ron, Malfoy said he'd be happy to teach you some Defence Against the Dark Arts when school starts."

Neville's last words pierced Ron's heart like an arrow.

At that moment, he felt that his whole body had turned gray.

It's just a holiday, why do you feel like you're missing out a lot?

Don't go on your next trip

Ron made up his mind.

He doesn't want to be at the bottom of the disciplinary group!

Is it possible. The other little wizards were just playing crazy during the holidays, except Dudley, who worked harder than they did during the holidays.

Well, the main question is

Dudley: They're too rolly.

Well, a batch of volumes.

If this continues, maybe in another two years they will be able to beat the experienced Death Eaters.

(End of chapter)