Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 193 Students VS Dementors

Li Wei quickly left with two assistants, leaving the two men staring at each other in bewilderment in the hall.

"Bigfoot"

Lupin broke the suffocating silence first, but Sirius seemed somewhat disinterested.

The reunion with an old friend should have been a joyous occasion, but after Lupin had seen him in such a disheveled state, to be honest, he now preferred to find a place to bury himself.
"Lupin—I'm sorry, although I have a lot to say to you, let's wait until tomorrow."

"it is good"

Lupin looked at Sirius's tired profile and his body wrapped in bandages, and nodded understandingly.

"You should rest well first. There will be plenty of time later, and we can talk slowly."

Sirius Black did not respond, but simply turned his head slightly to avoid Lupin's gaze.

As the days passed, the two days that had tormented Sirius, puzzled Harry, and annoyed Snape finally came to an end.

September 1st, the first day of school.

The Hogwarts train started moving again, but this time, a huge accident occurred during the journey.
Minister for Magic Fudge determined that the fugitive Black's target was Harry, so he dispatched the guardians of Azkaban—the Dementors, terrifying monsters that could suck out all happiness—to escort the Hogwarts Express.

He believed that Black was very likely to sneak into Hogwarts in this way.

But the result was a complete loss of control.
The students' happy mood seemed to have a special attraction for the Dementors.

They lingered outside the train, silently absorbing the students' joy like a leech. Only when the first student collapsed to the ground, his body cold, did the prefects realize something was wrong.

The windows inside the carriage had been completely covered by shadows, plunging the entire carriage into darkness—a sense of fear and unease enveloped the young wizards.

First-year students who had never seen anything like this before huddled in their seats, trembling, and some even started to sob out of fear.

Then, Percy Weasley, who had just become student council president, got angry!

Not only him, but all the seventh graders were furious.

So they stood in different positions in the carriage, simultaneously drawing their wands, their eyes resolute yet burning with fierce anger!

"Call the gods to protect you!"

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Silver weasels, cats, birds... one by one, guardians of different shapes, yet radiating the same warmth, emerged from the light. Their power converged, transforming into a warm wave that spread outwards from the carriage where the students were located.

When the professors in the castle learned of this, they were quite surprised.

Poor Professor McGonagall, her peaceful days were completely shattered just as she finished her vacation.

"He's absolutely insane! What is he trying to do? What's going on in his head—I just don't understand!"

Her body hair was moving even without wind, and her words were full of incomprehension towards Fudge.

But when her gaze fell upon the older students standing in front of the students, her eyes softened instantly, and her heart overflowed with pride.

Guardian Spell!

Such a difficult and profound incantation, how come the students who have just entered the seventh grade have already mastered it?

In other words, they had already mastered the spell by the time they were in sixth grade?
This remarkable achievement left Professor McGonagall speechless—she instinctively thought of Levi—our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had clearly done far too much!

She pursed her lips, added ten credits to the students of all four houses, and then took the student who had been attacked by the Dementors to see a doctor—as for the Sorting Ceremony, Professor Flitwick would help.

“Are you alright? Poor child, you look terrified.” Mrs. Pomfrey bent down and examined Ron Weasley’s face closely.

“It’s a Dementor, Pomfrey,” Professor McGonagall said.

They exchanged a subtle glance, and Mrs. Pomfrey let out a disapproving chuckle.

“Let the Dementors camp around the school,” she muttered, brushing Ron’s hair aside and touching his forehead. “He won’t be the first to break down—he’s all cold and wet.”

Ron flinched, his eyes vacant—he felt he would never be happy again.

Footsteps soon echoed in the school clinic.

Ron! Are you alright?

Harry and Hermione appeared outside the infirmary.

Professor McGonagall frowned, about to dismiss them, when two unexpected figures entered through the door—Levy and Dumbledore.
In a corner that Professor McGonagall wasn't looking at, a large black dog quietly strode into the room.

"Hermione—I'm fine, if you can keep Crookshanks away from Scabbers."

Upon seeing Hermione, Ron, who had been lost in thought, instantly snapped back to reality and hugged his little mouse tightly—Hermione had bought an ugly cat as a pet during the summer vacation and named it Crookshanks.

This cat not only nearly scratched his scalp the first time they met, but it also kept eyeing Scabbers covetously. Cats eating mice is a matter of course, but Scabbers is no ordinary mouse; it's a member of Ron's family who has been with him for ten years!

"Ron—I heard you faced the Dementors head-on? You're really brave!"

Harry quietly gave him a thumbs up, then stepped back a little.

“Oh—Harry, I was just about to tell you something—about that fugitive.”

Ron wanted to tell Harry what he had overheard from his parents, but Professor Levy and Headmaster Dumbledore had already come into his view.
"Li Wei, let's begin—let me see something new."

"of course."

Li Wei stepped forward and whispered to Ron:
“I’ve heard about it. To be able to face a Dementor without fainting shows that your spirit is far stronger than that of the average student. Well done, Ron.”

"Professor Li Wei~"

Ron, who had thought he would never be happy again, suddenly felt that he could be happy again!

But then, Li Wei did something that puzzled him.

"Could I take a look at this mouse, Ron?"

"It's possible—but—why?"

Ron held Scabbers tightly in his arms, trying not to let him slip from his grasp—Scabbers had been unusually restless ever since they encountered the Dementors on the train—no, it was all because of Crookshanks! Hermione was too fond of her cat and completely ignored him.

Poor Banban was terrified.

"I won't waste much of your time—give it to me, okay?"

Li Wei's words carried an undeniable power beneath their calm surface.

Ron handed over the spotted item in a daze—he couldn't refuse Professor Levi.

But the next moment, the mouse named Banban shrieked, quickly escaped from its palm, and tried to run away after landing!
"Banban!"

"Woof——!"

Just as the rat, Spotted, was about to run out of the infirmary, a large black dog suddenly leaped out from the corner with a fierce roar and bit it in the mouth!
(End of this chapter)