Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

And it made some 'clucking' inhalation sounds.

At that moment, Grindelwald made his move.

He snapped his fingers, and blue flames suddenly shot up from the car lights in the corridor. The flickering flames seemed to be burning away the darkness, hissing as they illuminated the entire corridor.

But Lupin, as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly turned his head to look at his companion.

If he wasn't mistaken... this is definitely Fiery Blaze!

Chapter 149 A fierce wind howled, and at this moment, standing on the train...

What kind of monster is that?

The body was like a rotten corpse. The hand that emerged from the robe was grayish-white in the light of the blazing fire, covered with mucus and spots. It had no facial features, only a twisted, swirling mouth on its face.

Just one glance at Nietzsche filled him with a sense of helpless panic.

"Sirius Black isn't hidden here. This is the Hogwarts Express!" Lupin warned.

But the other person ignored him and instead bent down like a dog, pressing his straw-like mouth against the cubicle. At that moment, Harry seemed to be stimulated and suddenly fell to the ground and began to convulse.

Lupin said in a low voice, "It can't stay here."

He was asking Grindelwald for help.

"What is that?" Hermione swallowed hard, hugging Crookshanks for warmth.

“Dementors,” Grindelwald said softly, “feed on pleasure, the opposite of everything positive, or in Muggle terms, the embodiment of nihilism… Remember this, it’s a rare experience for you!”

Professor Glendale's voice pierced through the compartment of the carriage.

This puzzled Lupin. He looked at the strange old wizard, unsure of what to say... Come on, a student fainted, and he's saying this is a rare learning experience?

Okay, that's true, we do need to learn, and the key is to dispel the students' fear.

"I totally agree with this point. For example, what should you do next time you encounter such an unreasonable wizard?"

Lupin and Grindelwald's conversation prompted the students hiding in the cubicles to open a crack in the door and gather together, eager to see what the professors' 'methods' were.

At their age, curiosity always triumphs over everything.

"Expecto Patronum!" Professor Lupin stepped forward and shouted the incantation. The wand made the same popping sound as before, and then a silver beam shot out.

The carriage, illuminated by Fiendfire, resembled the stone corridor outside the Ministry of Magic's courtroom, and everyone saw the silver light pierce through the Dementor's chest like a sharp sword.

Immediately afterwards, Nietzsche felt the train carriage shake, and then heard the Dementors let out a sharp cry.

It ran away without looking back... but the train didn't start, so Grindelwald and Lupin exchanged a glance, and the former followed, disappearing completely into the aisle, while the latter walked towards the front of the train.

“Um…” Lu Ping turned around, looking at the girl next to him who was holding a cat with some hesitation.

It was only then that he realized he didn't know the two children.

"Hermione Granger."

“Miss Granger, I have some chocolates in my suitcase. Could you please give them to the frightened students?” He looked up and smiled kindly at her. “Please forgive me, but I need to speak with the driver…”

So, in the corridor lit by Fiendfire, Hermione carried Crookshanks in one arm and distributed the dark chocolates with the other.

The taste was no different from regular chocolate. It was slightly bitter at first, but then slowly turned sweet. A warm sensation ran up to her toes, and slowly, the students in the entire train carriage came to their senses.

Hermione, however, remained anxiously watching outside. Things hadn't improved, as the sky hadn't brightened again despite the Dementors' departure.

Indeed, that was the case. Nietzsche followed Professor Lupin through the senior carriage and when they reached the front of the train, he found the driver pale-faced and too afraid to move, just shivering uncontrollably.

Nietzsche thought it was most likely because he was frightened, because...because he saw a group of people blocking the way in front of the car...

A large group of Dementors.

"Did they sense something?!" the driver exclaimed in despair.

“Even if Sirius is really on the bus, we can’t let them search!” Lupin looked at the group of Dementors and made up his mind. “These barbaric and disgusting things won’t let the students here go.”

Just as he was about to get off the train and make a clean break, Nietzsche stopped him.

Because another professor acted faster than him, Grindelwald stood atop the train in the pouring rain, facing the overwhelming horde of Dementors without showing any fear or hesitation.

With a simple flick of his wand (a twig), the driver activated the engine on its own.

Wave after wave of flames erupted from the tip of the staff. Under manipulation, these flames mimicked the shapes of monsters, swirling around the train. Even more astonishingly, these increasingly powerful flames were almost pressed against the train.

The train began its charge, roaring and whistling, scattering the wall of Dementors in all directions.

Amidst howling winds, standing on the train, clearing the way for everyone, is a true hero!

Before the rain could even touch the train, it evaporated instantly in the air. This train, engulfed in flames and surrounded by steam, was a train that had returned from hell to earth, speeding toward Hogwarts Castle at top speed.

"Has Professor Dumbledore gotten it backwards?" Lupin stared, completely stunned, at the figure above him directing Fiendfire and stopping the Dementors.

Is it possible that he is actually the 'assistant'?

With his mediocre skills, does he even deserve to be taught by an old wizard of this caliber? Lupin glanced at the flames attached to the car body and forced a smile.

"Are they dead?" That was all Nietzsche cared about.

“Dementors cannot be killed, nor can they be killed.” Lupin took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and broke it in half. “They exist in fear, and they will never disappear as long as the world is not at peace.”

So here's the question: if all the people in the world were killed, would the Dementors simply disappear, or would they quietly wait for the next intelligent life to be born and then reappear?

Of course, Nietzsche was just curious...

In order not to scare the low-key and introverted professor, it was better for him to swallow the question.

Back in their cubicles, most people either planned to rest for a while or discussed the two professors' superb magic.

“Those two professors were so thin they looked like bones. I was worried at first that a gust of wind would make them stagger…” Seamus took a bite of chocolate and curled up into a ball.

Countless wisps of white smoke appeared along with the sounds of conversation.

“That was a Dementor!” Hannah exclaimed in horror, gesturing wildly. “It was the first time I’d ever seen one, and it was so close to me… I dare say, these two professors are no joke.”

I'm talking to you, Lockhart!

Grindelwald, in particular, was the most smug. In front of Hermione, he would dry his clothes in various ways and tidy up his hair, which had very few white hairs, making him look like a white-feathered parrot.

The most common way for the two professors to get closer was by boasting to each other.

"A beautiful reaction and a Patronus Charm." Grindelwald didn't hold back his praise.

“You also have… enviable control skills. There must be very few wizards in the world who can wield Fiendfire so skillfully.” Lupin took another bite of chocolate, trying to calm himself down.

When Crookshank saw his master return, he simply crawled forward a few steps and lay down on Nietzsche and Hermione's laps.

"How did you manage to stop Fiendfire from burning the train? That was too dangerous!" Hermione closed the door, lowered her voice, and was very worried about being overheard by others.

Lupin was also seeing this bizarre way of interacting for the first time—a student reprimanding a professor with a serious expression.

"Because I'm not good at using the Patronus Charm~" Grindelwald answered without the slightest hesitation, as if it were the only way it should be. If he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it; if he wasn't used to it, he wasn't used to it.

"This is too..." Hermione actually meant to say that it was too dangerous.

But just thinking about that flame that burned the darkness and banished Dementors filled her with excitement, telling herself that she had to learn the spell, as if she had awakened something extraordinary.

Grindelwald also noticed this, observing with one eye open and the other closed, and finally let out a sneer.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Chapter 150 The Bat That Dislikes Everyone

(Hoping WB and G make it to the semifinals, sob sob)

The train finally arrived at the station.

This was probably the most spectacular sight Hagrid had ever witnessed—the wheels and carriages of the Hogwarts Express were engulfed in flames, and by the time it came to a complete stop, the rainwater on the platform had evaporated.

The orderly arrangement of the mist couldn't dissipate immediately, forming a cloud of fog that enveloped the Hogsmeade platform.

"What's going on?" Hagrid fanned the surrounding smoke and steam with his palm. "Are you alright?!"

But apart from the first-year students, no one paid any attention to him; everyone was still immersed in the previous story.

The group rode the Thestrals in a daze. As they passed the main gate, they discovered two Dementors standing beside the stone pillars on either side. Even inside the carriage, Hermione and Nietzsche could feel the chill of falling into the icy lake.

“Why aren’t they guarding Azkaban? What are they doing here at the school?” Nietzsche felt a bit disgusted by these creatures.

Seeing that he didn't know, Hermione then recounted what she and the professor had seen in Diagon Alley.

"It's about Sirius Black's escape. He blew up the whole town, causing countless deaths and injuries." Hermione frowned, also finding it strange. "But why would the Ministry of Magic impose martial law on Hogwarts?"

Are all the police in the magical world like that?

Then what's the point of having Aurors...?

Good heavens, is Fudge planning to cut the Auror Division's expenses?

Unfortunately, the only two professors who could possibly explain this did not travel the same route as the students; they needed to enter the school early and take their seats in the VIP section before the students even arrived at the auditorium.

Crookshan, perched on Nietzsche's thigh, pawed at the window with his forelimbs, watching intently as the castle tower drew ever closer.

"Scared out of your wits? Potter?" Draco, who had just gotten out of the car, looked at the Gryffindors huddled together for warmth and began to mock them. "Ignorant and cowardly... Why are you so scared? Did you really cover for that criminal?"

"Why would you think I'd help a dark wizard who killed thirteen people... Maybe he's looking for you." Ha used his elbow to push him away.

But as soon as Hermione got out of the car, he immediately shut his mouth and turned his back to the two of them.

However, this only made Hermione more amused. She glanced at Daphne behind Malfoy and said deliberately, "I will never doubt you, don't worry. After all, aren't you hanging out with Muggles now?"

Malfoy and Muggles?

This surprised many people, who thought they had misheard, considering that Draco Malfoy was almost fired last year.

"How interesting. It seems Malfoy is also turning into a pure-blood traitor," Ron said sarcastically.

"Is this true?" Pansy asked, pulling his hand.

“This…it’s true, that’s right.” Malfoy immediately added grimly, “Granger, it was one of you Muggle dukes and princes who invited us to visit. Who would refuse gold delivered to their door?”

Under his words, the royals became humble and begged the Malfoy family to accept the gold.

This relieved Pansy, who then resumed his mean and malicious act. Goyle and Crabbe were not inappropriate either; as long as the Malfoy family was still in power, that was fine with them.

The rich always have more opportunities than the poor.