Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 176 Dementors: Don't come over here! (12000 words)
"Sirius Black?"

Harry saw the name written on the wanted poster.

This was not the first time he had seen the name. Among his classmates two years younger than him was a man named Sirius Black, the son of Principal Phineas Black.

Principal Black has five children, namely Sirius II, Phineas II, Cygnus, Belvina and Arcturus.

Sirius, also known as "Sirius", is a common name in the Black family. As far as Harry knows, before his junior Sirius, there was another predecessor in the Black family who also used this name, who should be the brother of Principal Black who died young.

Actually, his junior should be Sirius II.

He knew the Black family, which usually named their children after stars, constellations or galaxies...but looking at the person on the wanted poster, he didn't look like an old man.

Could it be that someone will name their child after Sirius?
The man in the portrait roared, and Harry felt as if he had seen him somewhere before...

Two angry voices were heard from the small living room not far away. It was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking.

No, they were arguing.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He was not actually a person who liked to pry into other people's privacy, so after thinking about it, he decided to go back upstairs first.

But he heard his own name, so he moved a little closer in that direction.

"... there's no point in not telling him," said Mr. Weasley fiercely. "Harry has a right to know. I tried to tell Fudge, but he insisted on treating Harry like a child. Harry is thirteen, and -"

And what? Harry wondered.

"Arthur, the truth will terrify him!" Mrs. Weasley retorted without hesitation. "Do you really want Harry to go back to school with such a mental burden? For God's sake, he's happy when he doesn't know!"

"I don't want him to feel miserable, I want him to be on his guard!" Mr. Weasley retorted, "We all know that Black is a dangerous man, Molly. They say Sirius Black is crazy. He may be crazy, but he is smart enough to escape from Azkaban, which is something that ordinary people can't do."

When he said this, Mr. Weasley's attitude was obviously complaining - not towards Mrs. Weasley, but towards the Ministry of Magic.

"It's been three weeks now and nobody has seen a hair of Black's head. I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we've made about as much progress as we've made inventing a wand that can cast its own spells toward capturing Black. The only thing we know for sure is what Black is chasing -"

Having said that, Mr. Weasley turned around and made eye contact with the somewhat embarrassed Harry.

"Harry." Mr. Weasley and Harry nodded, and Mrs. Weasley also greeted him.

"Uncle Arthur, Aunt Molly." Harry was still a little embarrassed. After all, he was caught eavesdropping.

Mr. Weasley came over, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Come with me for a moment, will you, Harry?"

Harry followed, and they walked until they were next to the fireplace, next to a pillar so that it could block them.

Mr. Weasley held Harry's shoulders with both hands and said seriously: "Harry, some people in the Ministry of Magic, even your Aunt Molly, will be very opposed to me revealing this to you, but I still insist that you should know the truth - you are in danger now, in great danger."

"A lot of danger?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Yes, a great danger," repeated Mr. Weasley, glancing at Black's wanted poster.

Harry understood and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the wanted Black?"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasley turned his head and looked around. When he saw that there was no one around, he continued to ask, "How much do you know about Black's affairs?"

"I know he is the descendant of Headmaster Phineas Black, and he escaped from prison." Harry said with some relief.

"Any idea why?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Because the food in Azkaban is not very good?" Harry asked hesitantly. He had indeed been to Azkaban. The environment there was not good, but at least it was not suitable for even mice to stay there.

Besides, does jailbreaking require a reason?

"Because you stopped You-Know-Who thirteen years ago," said Mr. Weasley, "and Black is his loyal supporter. We believe that he escaped from Azkaban with the purpose of killing you. Do you understand, Harry?"

"I see what you mean, Uncle Arthur," Harry nodded.

"So I need you to promise that you will never try to find him." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder: "Don't try to find him on your own initiative."

Harry was stunned. He looked at Mr. Weasley in confusion and asked, "Why would I go to him? To find someone who wants to kill me?"

"Anyway," said Mr. Weasley, changing the subject, "I'm a Gryffindor too, and I know that Gryffindors are the bravest, so I don't want you to get into trouble because of your unnecessary bravery - okay, Harry?"

"I see, Uncle Arthur," Harry nodded. "I'm not going to go looking for him - Sirius Black, am I?"

"Good boy." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder: "I knew you were a good boy, Harry."

When Harry had finished talking to Mr. Weasley about the incident, he turned around and saw Fred and George crouching in the shadow of the landing, laughing so hard that they were almost breathless.

"What are you two doing?" Harry asked as he walked over, curious about what mischief the twins had played.

As for what Mr. Weasley had just said, Harry only heard half of it - he had agreed not to look for Black because he had no time, because he was busy collecting mallow leaves and had no time to look for Black.

Even if Phineas Black was resurrected...oh, then Harry would definitely go to watch the fun and see how his old classmates fainted in Phineas' face.

Harry believed that even Dumbledore would not be able to resist secretly casting two spells, even though they were both headmasters of Hogwarts.

Hearing Harry's question, Fred said breathlessly, "Percy is having a tantrum because he can't find his Head Boy badge, but George and I think it's worth a try."

“It says ‘Big Head Boy’ on the badge,” George added, “because he has a big head, don’t you think?”

Harry imagined how funny Percy would look wearing the "Big Head Boy" badge, and laughed too.

"So, I heard that you seem to be being hunted by someone?" Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "I only heard a rough outline of what happened."

"It's a man called 'Sirius Black'. He was once a respected supporter of the mysterious man."

Harry did not choose to say the name "Voldemort". Just because he was not afraid of this name did not mean that others would be indifferent after hearing this name. He did not need to show his fearlessness in this way.

"Now that he's escaped from Azkaban, Uncle Arthur is worried that I'll be hunted by him, that's all."

"I see," George and Fred said in unison. "That's pretty cool - but considering you're being hunted, we thought we'd give you something fun."

"What's so fun?" Harry asked with interest.

"Consider this an early Christmas present from both of us to you. You know, your idea has helped us make a lot of money at school." Fred said with a smile, looking around like an idle person selling CDs, and took out a square, folded piece of parchment from his arms.

"We don't need it now, but we don't want this old friend to be useless from now on." George added: "Come, come here, come with the big brothers..."

They walked to an empty room and George and Fred closed the door carefully together.

"I'm a little sad to give it to you," said Fred regretfully, patting the parchment with his hand, with a sad expression on his face as if he were parting with a lover.

"But just now we decided that you needed it more than we did, Harry," said George.

"Is this a magical item?" Harry asked with interest. "I trust your judgment. You are the best pranksters I know... Did you buy this from Zonko's Joke Shop?"

"From Zonko's?" Fred asked incredulously, closing his eyes and making a face as if Harry was underestimating him. "Explain, George."

"Well, when we were first year, Harry, we were young and carefree and naive -"

Harry made a 'huh' sound. He really doubted whether Fred and George were ever naive.

He remembered that when Ron was very young, the two of them played a prank on Ron by turning the gift he gave him into a giant spider, which caused Ron to suffer from arachnophobia until now.

In addition, the two of them burned Ron's tongue through as a prank.

It should be said that there are no brothers more extreme than these two.

As if seeing through Harry's disbelief, Fred added, "Well, more naive than we are now - we had a bit of trouble with Filch."

"We had a dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason it really upset him—" George said.

"Frustrated? Why?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because we hit his cat, the one with the red eyes," they both said in unison. "So he dragged us into his office and started using the usual methods. You know, he's crazy about cats."

"He wants to put us in solitary confinement and use our intestines to clean the deck..."

"Come on, Fred, that's not Filch's line. He just wants to hook our intestines out and hang them in the sun to dry. He's not a pirate!" George corrected seriously.

Fred raised his hands and gave a standard Taiguo military salute. "Well, anyway, we couldn't help but notice his filing cabinet drawers. One of the drawers had this written on it: Confiscated Supplies, Highly Dangerous."

"You mean this? Highly dangerous?" Harry said, pointing at the parchment. "Okay, so you stole it? Under Filch's nose?"

"George threw another dung bomb to distract him," Fred said with a grin, "and I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed - this."

At this point, Fred patted the parchment in his hand.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't think Filch ever figured out how to use the parchment, but he may well have guessed what it was, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."

"Do you know how to use it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, yes," said Fred, grinning like a pervert, "this little beauty has taught us more than all the teachers in the school."

"Let me see," said Harry.

The twins took out their wands, touched the parchment lightly, and said in unison: "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

At once, fine lines of ink, like spiderwebs, began to appear where the wand had touched, merging and crisscrossing each other, extending to every corner of the parchment; then words began to appear across the top of the parchment, in large, curly green letters: "Gentlemen, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, purveyors of aids to magical mischief-makers, proudly present - the Marauder's Map."

Padfoot and Prongs?

Harry seemed to have heard this name somewhere before...

and many more,

Prongs?

Harry remembered the memory of his mother that he saw in the Pensieve...

By the Black Lake, after scolding Dad, Mom turned around and left. The black-haired boy smiled and teased Harry's father, James Potter. That name was...

"Bad luck, huh, Prongs?"

Is this a relic from my father?

"We don't know whose thing this is, but the person who made it is definitely a genius." Fred and George said, "Look, this map covers Hogwarts, and even people who don't belong to Hogwarts are marked on it - look, Nicolas Flamel is in the headmaster's office, and sitting next to him is Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Hog's Head Inn. I really didn't know Mr. Flamel would be in Hogwarts. I always thought he was still in France."

"If there are people here who don't belong to Hogwarts, they will also show up on the map." George added: "I think if Black enters the school, you will definitely see him on the map-"

"So did you find anything unusual last year?" Harry asked, scratching his chin.

"Of course, we also found Gellert Grindelwald, right? That's our assistant Gale Scamander," Fred and George said in unison, "So I always thought that the greatest prankster in the world should be our headmaster, Mr. Albus Dumbledore. Think about it, who else can invite the world-famous dark wizard to the school as an assistant? Even teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"How can you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts if you don't know the Dark Arts?" Harry said, shrugged.

"You're absolutely right, Harry!" Fred showed a 'great minds think alike' expression.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs," George sighed, patting the title of the map. "We owe them a lot."

"Noble man, working tirelessly to help a new generation of rule breakers," Fred said solemnly.

"I also think they are great people." Harry reached out and touched the map, and said somewhat sadly.

Hearing Harry's tone, the twins were even more satisfied.

"I'm glad that you can empathize with us and these four gentlemen. It means that we did not entrust this map to the wrong person." Fred and George handed the parchment to Harry solemnly and sacredly, like an old father marrying off his daughter.

"Thank you." Harry said seriously. Whether he needed the map or not, he was grateful for the twins' love and care.

He put the map away carefully, planning to study it carefully when he had time.

but……

Who is Moony? Who are Padfoot and Wormtail?

Could it be the “Banban” and “Chongchong” in our memory?
With such doubts, he fell asleep.

The next morning he received a letter from Professor Sprout, telling him that he could pick the mallow leaves tomorrow.

Harry was delighted, and he gave Hedwig some owl tonic and released her back out.

When he got up, he heard a quarrel downstairs.

"Hold your coffee cup away!"

It was Percy's voice, and he sounded angry.

Harry walked down and saw the Weasley family and Hermione sitting at the long table. Jack the parrot was standing on Hermione's shoulder and was combing Hermione's hair in an orderly manner.

He sat down on the bench and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Ron, what happened to you guys?"

"Because I smudged his dear Penelope's picture," said Ron, wrinkling his nose. "Just because I spilled a little coffee, my God...he is so mean."

"Congratulations, Ronnie darling." Fred and George said in unison, "To be able to make Percy so unhappy... I think you have something in common with us."

"I don't want to." Ron still wrinkled his nose: "Same as you? God, I think Mom will be mad to death."

Mrs. Weasley quickly replied, "Yes, I am going to be mad at you. Having you two is the greatest blessing in my life. May Merlin bless me!"

They spent the entire meal gossiping about Percy and Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw head girl.

Percy's face turned red, but he accepted the teasing of his family. After all, it was his father, Mr. Weasley, who started it.

Today is the first day of school, but this time the start of school is obviously different from usual.

Mr. Weasley told Harry that this time he would be picked up by a special car sent by the Ministry of Magic on his way to King's Cross Station.

Harry did not expect to be treated in this way, but Mr. Weasley told him that Fudge was already troubled by Sirius Black's escape from prison, and if Harry was attacked again, he would no longer be the Minister of Magic.

Harry was speechless after hearing what Mr. Weasley said.

He felt that for Fudge, keeping the Minister of Magic was more important than protecting him - or rather, he chose to protect him in order to keep the position of Minister of Magic.

They took their luggage and crossed the sidewalk to the two cars prepared by the Ministry of Magic.

Both cars were old-fashioned dark green, and the first was driven by a cunning-looking wizard in a bright green velvet suit.

"Get in the car," Mr. Weasley said to Harry, "and you, Ron, Fred, George, the four of you will take one car, and me, Ginny, Percy and your mother will take another."

Ron was glad not to be riding in the same car with Percy, after all he had just offended Percy.

Ron despised Percy's behavior of forgetting about his brother after he got a girlfriend, and he despised him to the extreme.

Soon, they arrived at King's Cross Station. Under the tense and orderly command of Mr. Weasley, they got off the train and came to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Mrs. Weasley kissed them goodbye one by one, including Hermione and Harry, and finally Mr. Weasley said, "Are you all ready? Get in the car!"

"Wait a minute." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out some Galleons from her dark green handbag. "I didn't prepare any sandwiches for you today. Take this money and buy something to eat on the bus."

The Weasley children, who were originally frustrated when they saw their mother holding the big green handbag, shouted excitedly. They thought it was sandwiches, but they never expected that their mother would be so generous today and prepare gold Galleons for them.

Oh my God, God knows how much they didn’t want to eat that sandwich. It’s not that the sandwich was not delicious, but after eating too much… they always felt a little overwhelmed.

"I think you should get in the car," said Mr. Weasley. He looked at Harry one last time. "Harry, remember what I said, okay?"

"Of course, thanks for the reminder, Uncle Arthur," Harry said obediently.

When getting on the bus, Percy left with Penelope Clearwater, a senior from Eagle House who was wearing a Ravenclaw uniform, and left amid the cheers of his younger brothers and sisters.

The Weasley twins found their good friend Lee Jordan. They heard that Lee Jordan had got an enormous scorpion this time and was going to show it to them.

"Your prediction last year was pretty good," Ron said, looking at Hermione. "I remember what you predicted. You said that Lee Jordan would definitely get a big scorpion this year, and it turns out he did."

"So what do you think next year will be like?" Harry asked Hermione.

While they were talking, Ginny also left and joined her best friends.

"I think it will be more bizarre looking bugs." Hermione seemed to have thought of something scary while speaking, and shuddered. "Let's go, let's get in the car quickly, otherwise there will be no room left."

Harry and Ron followed Hermione aboard and walked down the corridor looking for an empty carriage, but all the carriages except the last were full.

There was only one person in this carriage. He was sitting by the window, sleeping soundly and looking very sleepy.

The three of them stopped on the threshold.

The Hogwarts Express is usually taken by students, who have never seen an adult here, except for the witch pushing the food trolley for them.

The stranger was wearing an extremely tattered wizard robe with patches in several places, and he looked sickly and exhausted.

Although he still looked young, his light brown hair was streaked with gray.

It can be seen that the wizard's daily life must not be very good, which makes him... exhausted.

"Who do you think he is?" Ron whispered. They sat down, closed the door, and sat as far away from the window as possible.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione whispered immediately.

"How do you know that?" Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you know everything? Maybe Professor Snape's nickname is right. You really are Miss Know-It-All."

Hermione was not angry when she heard what Ron said. She seemed to have completely accepted the title of "Miss Know-It-All".

"It says on his trunk," Hermione replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head.

There was a shabby little box there, tied up with many ropes and neatly tied in knots.

The words "Professor R. J. Lupin" were printed on the corner of the box, the letters had peeled off.

"I wonder what he teaches?" said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupin's profile.

"Is that even a question, Ron?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Think about it, which professor of ours had to resign last semester because of some incident?"

Ron suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I remember now. It's Ms. Rosier... God, I don't quite understand it. Ms. Rosier is really a competent professor. She even helped the Ministry of Magic capture that guy - yes, that useless guy Lockhart. It's ridiculous that such a respectable old lady was kicked out of school by all the parents... It's hard for me to imagine that there is a professor who is more suitable for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class than her."

"I hope this Professor Lupin is no worse than her." Hermione glanced at Lupin and said softly.

The Hogwarts Express headed steadily northward. The scenery outside the window became more and more like a field, but the sky was getting darker and darker - because the clouds overhead were getting thicker and thicker, as if a storm was brewing.

Outside the door of their carriage, people were constantly walking back and forth.

At noon, the lady pushing the cart came to the compartment, and Ron and Harry bought a lot of food, intending to use them as lunch.

"Is this what we're having for lunch?" Hermione asked, looking at the two of them uncertainly.

"Would you like to eat it?" Ron said, reaching out to pick up a piece of cake and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I think the professor should eat something, what do you think?" Hermione looked at Professor Lupin and pushed him with her hand: "Professor? Professor? I'm sorry--"

However, Lupin was sleeping peacefully and had no intention of moving at all.

"Don't worry, dear," said the witch, handing Harry a cauldron cake. "If he's hungry when he wakes up, just come find me at the front driver's."

As she spoke, the witch winked at Harry playfully, as if they knew each other.

In fact, they did know each other - it should be said that this lady had been pushing a cart and selling snacks on the Hogwarts Express a hundred years ago.

Hermione glanced at Lupin worriedly and continued to eat the snacks on the chair.

In the afternoon, it started to rain heavily outside, and the outlines of the continuous hills outside the window gradually became blurred due to the continuous downpour.

The rain kept falling and the atmosphere was not harmonious. Gradually, a burst of rapid footsteps were heard outside the carriage.

"Harry?"

Draco's voice came from the door, and when Harry looked up, Draco had squeezed in beside him, holding the cauldron cake he bought in his hand.

"Hey!" said Ron, "Can you pay attention, that's the cake we bought."

Draco tore open the package, broke off a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he said, "It's not delicious."

Then he placed the cake on the small table and said to Ron, "Weasley - this time I'm here to challenge you. When the Dueling Hut opens, I will duel with you! See how I can easily defeat you this time!"

"Defeat me?" Ron said as if he had heard a joke: "Just you?"

Draco laughed. He did not refute anything. Instead, he said to Harry: "Sebastian taught me some little knowledge. I think I can definitely defeat Weasley this time -"

Did Sebastian teach you that?

Harry thought about it and felt that Ron might be defeated.

As we all know, Sebastian's dueling skills are quite high. With his guidance, Draco's dueling skills will surely improve very quickly.

"Come on, who's afraid of who?" Ron said unconvincedly: "This time I will definitely make you convinced--"

Draco snorted and grabbed the Chocolate Frog next to Ron at lightning speed and flew out of Harry's compartment.

"Hey, this thief." Ron said angrily.

Hermione corrected him and said, "He stole the Chocolate Frog right in front of you, so he's not a thief, he's a robber—"

"That makes no difference," said Ron, puffing his lips.

"So you've got all your homework done?" said Harry, chewing a chocolate frog, one of its legs still kicking helplessly in his mouth.

Hearing Harry's words, Ron dropped the small piece of cauldron cake in his hand to the ground with a plop.

"Oh my god, I didn't do my Potions homework!" Ron said, holding his head. He bent down again, picked up the cauldron cake, put it in front of his mouth, blew it, and ate it again: "Snape will kill me!"

"It's not that serious." Hermione frowned and said, "Why don't you finish your homework quickly? While we are still in the car, it's just a Potions homework, calm down, okay?"

"Yeah, hell is nothing but a sauna," Ron retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely.

Ron puffed his lips, stood up, took out a pen and paper, exchanged places with Hermione, and began to write the Potions class paper on the table.

From time to time, he would ask Harry and Hermione how to write their papers.

The carriage became quiet, with only the rumbling sound of the train moving.

Ron was working diligently on his Potions homework on the table, but the train was moving slower and slower. Gradually, the sound of the wheels became quieter, while the sound of wind and rain outside the window became louder.

Harry was closest to the door, so he stood up and went to look down the corridor.

In each carriage along the corridor, people were sticking their heads out to look around, and little heads popped up one after another, as if there were mushrooms growing there.

After a while, the train suddenly shook and stopped. There were banging sounds in the distance, which sounded like luggage falling off the rack.

Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and they were plunged into complete darkness.

"What happened?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry. "I'm only halfway through my homework! Oh my God! If I don't finish it, Snape will throw me into the cauldron to make potion!"

"Ouch! What are you doing!" Hermione gasped, "Ron, that's my foot! You stepped on my foot!"

At the same time, a muffled thud was heard in the carriage.

Harry could tell it was the dull thump of Hermione's fist hitting Ron's back.

It looks like the blow was quite severe.

He pulled out his wand, illuminated the carriage with fluorescent flashes, and returned to his seat.

"Is the train broken down?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a good thing." Hermione said tremblingly, "I remember many historical events, such as the assassination of some important figures, all of which happened on trains - I doubt this time is the case..."

"Do you think there is someone important on this train?" Harry smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I think the train must have a malfunction, so it stopped temporarily."

Ron blew a breath on the window in the light of Harry's wand, then rolled up his sleeves and wiped it carefully.

"Look, there seems to be someone outside." Ron said to Harry and Hermione, "Look carefully, is there a figure floating in the sky..."

"Why is there someone floating in the sky? You must be obsessed with your homework." Hermione frowned and said, "What do you think that is, a ghost?"

Before he finished speaking, Professor Lupin woke up from his sleep.

He looked at Harry's wand and saw Harry's face clearly.

"Stay where you are, Harry," Professor Lupin said to everyone. "It seems that there is something... not very welcoming out there - I know what it is."

"What are they?" Ron asked curiously, "Professor, do you know what they are?"

"Dementors." Lupin said to them, "You wait here, don't move. I'll go to the front of the train to find the conductor and ask what's going on."

After saying that, he stood up, two balls of flame ignited on his hands, wrapped around his arms, and then he left the car.

"My God, he must be quite capable." Ron looked at Professor Lupin's back and said, "Did you see those two burning arms? He must be a man who is good at close combat..."

"It's really cool." Harry nodded. He always felt that he seemed to have seen this face somewhere.

However, the carriage shook again, and then they felt as if something had gotten on the car, and the temperature in the carriage became colder and colder.

"It's only the end of August, why is it so cold?" Ron said with chattering teeth, "Oh my God, I feel as cold as winter..."

Before he could finish his words, a terrified scream was heard.

Then, the door of the carriage was slowly opened.

With the light emitted by the magic wand, they could see clearly what it was that opened the carriage door.

It was a monster wearing a cloak, as tall as the ceiling, its face completely hidden under the turban; a hand stretched out from the cloak, the hand was glowing, gray, thin and scabby, disgusting, like something that had died and rotted in water.

The hand was visible for a fraction of a second before the creature beneath the cloak, as if it sensed the gazes of the three men, suddenly withdrew its hand into the folds of its black cloak.

Then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a breath, a long, slow, trembling breath, as if it were trying to draw something other than air from the surrounding area.

It's the Dementors, sucking the joy out of the carriage.

"Uh……"

Ron and Hermione let out a "hmm" subconsciously; they felt as if all the happiness had been sucked away by this thing.

Harry sensed its malicious intent - whatever it was doing, Harry felt that he could not leave it there to suck the pleasure out of it.

A blue flame suddenly ignited around Harry's body. The Dementors noticed the flame and quickly retreated as if they saw something terrible.

However, Harry had no intention of letting it go. The azure flame suddenly leaped out. From the outside, it looked as if there was a sudden explosion in the box. The flame completely devoured the Dementor.

The flames showed no sign of stopping, as if they had their own intelligence, and began to spread in all directions of the carriage.

The Dementors in the carriage noticed the unusual movement and quickly retreated, trying to stay away from the azure magic fire.

The Dementors that were farther away from the box ran very fast. They quickly left the carriage to avoid the pain of the baptism of fire - but the two Dementors that were closer were more unlucky. In the eyes of their companions, they were swept away by the flames and only trails of ashes were left.

Harry walked out of the box, playing with a ball of azure Gubli fire in his hand. There was a little black flame around the Gubli fire, which seemed to have swallowed up the surrounding light.

Gubraithian fire, the punctuation is Gubraithian/fire, it is not fairy fire, but a kind of flame called Gubraithian.

This flame can burn eternally and is extremely difficult to control. It is as famous as the Fiendfyre and can cause damage to Dementors.

The Dementors watched him from a distance, staring at the composite flame in Harry's hand with fear, and had no intention of going forward to fight Harry.

Harry took a step forward.

The Dementors retreated one after another, and if anyone who knew about Dementors was here, they would be horrified to find that fear itself would be afraid.

The train hadn't started yet, and the Dementors had surrounded the carriage, showing no intention of leaving.

But after a while, the Dementors scattered and the train started again.

Harry extinguished the flames and reentered the carriage.

"That's cool, Harry." Ron gave a thumbs up and praised, but his little face was a little bitter: "But why do I feel like I will never be happy again?"

"That's a Dementor, Ron." Harry explained to Ron: "The Dementors are the guards of Azkaban. They are like the embodiment of fear - do you remember the Dementors' strong sucking action just now?"

Ron and Hermione nodded fearfully.

"That's the Dementors sucking our emotions. When they are sucked by Dementors, wizards will feel that the light and warmth around them are being sucked away, and they will gradually fall into darkness and coldness. Their courage and hope will fade, and fear and nothingness will gradually occupy their hearts." Harry shook his head and said, "If they are not rescued in time, their souls will eventually be sucked away."

"Normative spells can't repel them," Harry added. "Only the Patronus Charm can drive them away."

"What spell did you use just now?" Hermione asked curiously, "It can actually kill Dementors, my God..."

"It's just a simple little spell," Harry replied with a smile. "It's Gubler's Fire and Fiendish Fyre. They can restrain the Dementors and make them behave themselves."

"I think they're not obedient, they're dead." Ron complained, and then he said quickly: "So can we learn this spell from you? You know, I think it's cool."

"I'm afraid that won't work for now, Ron." Harry said to him, "Fireworks is a kind of dark magic. It requires extremely strong control to control this kind of fire... and this kind of magic is different from other magic. If it can't be controlled, it will burn everything in sight. It's very scary."

"Let's wait a few years before learning it. I think we can learn the Patronus Charm as a substitute first." Ron said excitedly.

"Actually, I haven't learned it either." Harry said to the two of them, "I haven't had time to learn the Patronus Charm yet."

"So you don't know some spells too!" Hermione seemed to have discovered a new world: "Oh my God, I finally know the spell you don't know..."

Just then, Professor Lupin also came back.

"Are you okay?" Lupin asked the three children with concern. "The Dementors are coming to the carriage to search for Sirius Black, but I think the Ministry of Magic is really crazy. They allow the Dementors to enter the school train to search. Aren't they afraid that these Dementors will cause harm to you children?"

As he spoke, Lupin was still somewhat indignant.

"I don't think any of us would hide Black under our robes." Hermione said helplessly: "Fortunately, they have all left, and walked far away."

Hermione and Ron had a very good understanding, and neither of them mentioned to Lupin that Harry had driven away the Dementors.

After all, the Fiendfyre that Harry had just used was a profound dark magic, and no one wanted Harry to leave a bad impression in front of his new teacher.

Seeing that Ron was a little cold, Lupin took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him: "Eat it, it will make you feel better."

Then he gave Hermione and Harry a piece each.

The three took the chocolate and thanked Lupin. Ron couldn't wait to take a bite. To his great surprise, a warm current suddenly spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Lupin said with a smile, "We should be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. I think I need to talk to Dumbledore about this matter - the Dementors entering the train to search."

"Then you must not forget it, Professor." Hermione said indignantly, "Oh my God, this is really too dangerous. What if those Dementors suck away someone's soul?"

Ron chewed his chocolate and said, "I don't think they will, or Dumbledore would have torn down Azkaban."

After a while, Neville and Seamus, dressed in school uniforms, also came to their box. After greeting Lupin, they began to talk enthusiastically about Dementors. They even asked Harry whether he wanted to include the topic of dealing with Dementors in the Dueling Hut this year.

Lupin looked at Harry in surprise. He didn't expect that Harry would actually start such an organization in school?

But he was not surprised. After all, Harry's father James was not a peaceful person - he and Harry's father were good friends and roommates.

Finally, the train stopped at Hogwarts Station.

Lupin left first, he wanted to talk to Dumbledore first.

Harry and his friends squeezed out of the car with great effort and came to the outside of the platform.

The rain had stopped by then, but the chill in the air lingered.

Hagrid was still tasked with leading the freshmen, but he still found time to find Harry and the other four, raised his hand and greeted them.

"Are you all right, you guys?" Hagrid called over the many heads.

Harry and the others waved to Hagrid, but had no chance to speak to him as the people around them were pushing them forward along the platform.

Just like last year, a group of Thestral carriages were standing outside, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Ron and Hermione still couldn't see the Thestrals because they hadn't witnessed death themselves; but Harry could see them because he had seen death more than once.

After they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage started moving automatically, bumping along the way.

There was a faint smell of mold and straw in the carriage, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time.

"Look, Harry." Ron suddenly pointed out the window of the carriage and said to Harry, "Are there Dementors outside? Look up there in the sky, right there!"

Harry followed the direction of Ron's finger and saw the Dementors hovering in the sky.

"Why are they not in Azkaban but here?" Hermione asked curiously, "Aren't they the guards of Azkaban?"

Harry looked away and said indifferently, "I don't know. Maybe they thought Black would come here?"

"I don't think it's that simple, Harry." Hermione said worriedly, "I always feel that these Dementors are coming for you, right? You killed several of their kind on the train. They should be the most vengeful creatures in the world... You have to be careful, Harry."

The Dementors in the distance seemed to have heard what Hermione said, and they all fixed their eyes on the carriage where Harry was.

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