The days at Hogwarts

"I, I feel it, my patron saint is the killer whale." Loren's words were full of excitement.

Hermione held Loren's hand with one hand and stroked the back of his hand with the other hand, using the same technique as when she stroked Hanhan's feathers.

"Don't be impulsive. If your feeling is right, everyone on the ship will see a silver-white killer whale." Hermione paused, "Then I will really have to visit you in Azkaban."

"Don't worry. Once we reach our destination or return home, you can use the Patronus Charm however you want."

The sea breeze gently blew Hermione's curly hair, and her voice was soft and gentle, like the wind.

Loren was able to distinguish priorities, he was just too excited for a moment and lost his composure, but he quickly recovered and his tense body slowly relaxed.

"This is a wonderful coincidence. Our patronuses are dolphins and whales respectively. After I came back from the aquarium, I looked up information about dolphins," Hermione said in a calm and reassuring tone. "Dolphins chase whales and guide them through reefs. They are partners in the ocean..."

At this point, Hermione frowned and said in confusion: "It shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't?" Loren asked.

Hermione turned and looked out to sea: "The waters here are not the activity range of killer whales and beluga whales. They shouldn't be here."

"Could it be that the migration routes have changed? Environmental pollution, climate change, magnetic field, etc., will affect the migration routes of animals." Loren has read some news and believes that this is also a kind of natural change.

"Maybe so..." Hermione said hesitantly.

Together they looked at the calm sea, hoping, like everyone else, to see a whale leap out of the water again.

The sea was sparkling, the breeze was gentle, the air was filled with moisture, and the sun was warm. It was a peaceful scene. The cruise ship continued along its route, and nothing happened again.

The sea remained calm until nightfall.

Loren and Hermione spent the whole day on the deck, enjoying the breeze, their tears dried by the sea breeze, but they didn't find any trace of Azkaban.

Hermione hadn't given up yet. Azkaban was in the North Sea, and there was no exact location marked. As long as the cruise ship was in the North Sea, it was possible to find it.

Loren chose to give up. He was tired of the unchanging sea.

On the side of the boat, on the transom where the small boat was parked, Wendel put up his fishing rod punctually with his skilled movements, having already become a fisherman.

Perhaps because he was too old, Bates did not fall in love with this middle-aged man's sport after trying it for the first time. Compared to fishing, he preferred to watch the show in the cabin.

Loren's eyes were dry and he couldn't muster the energy to cast the rod. He didn't want to close his eyes in the night and observe the inconspicuous float on the sea.

"You have already learned how to fish. The next thing you need to learn is air force. But don't worry about it being difficult. You will learn it naturally." Loren stood next to Wendell and spoke with the tone of an experienced person.

Wendell didn't understand what the Air Force meant, and didn't understand how vicious this sentence was.

The sound of a capelin breaking the water shattered Loren's expectations. He shook his head in disappointment and staggered away.

"Loren!" Hermione cried out in surprise, "What do you think that is?"

In the moonlight, a floating shadow could be vaguely seen, too far away and smaller than Wendell's float.

Thanks to Loren's unique eyes, he used all his eyesight to look far away and could see some things clearly.

It was a figure wearing a tattered black cloak, with the whole body hidden under the cloak, leaving only two hands exposed. They were grayish white and seemed to be covered with mucus and spots, like something that had died and rotted in the water, and they shone eerily in the moonlight.

"Dementors," Loren muttered.

"Dementors!" repeated Hermione, her face suddenly grim.

The two may know why the whales deviated from their migration route, because something happened in Azkaban.

Although it was unclear what had happened, it was certain that the magic had affected the animals, causing them to deviate from their original course.

"Fortunately, we all have mastered the Patronus Charm, so we don't have to worry about the Dementors." Loren let out a breath and said relaxedly.

Hermione's complexion didn't improve because of this, she grabbed Loren's hand, pinched her knuckles white, she looked into his eyes and said word by word: "It's night now, everyone on the ship will see us Use the Patronus Charm."

Hermione didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Lauren already understood what she meant.

In an emergency, violating the Statute of Secrecy is a small matter, but if they are found to have erased all traces, the Ministry of Magic might investigate thoroughly, and things would be troublesome.

"Boom! Boom!" Loren's heart beat faster and faster.

The reason he can now hold the Philosopher's Stone safely is that Dumbledore and Nico spread the news that the Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed, and perhaps also the recent news of Nico's death. These two things covered up the trace of the Philosopher's Stone.

He didn't have the connections and reputation that Nico had accumulated over hundreds of years, nor did he have Dumbledore's prestige. If it was discovered that the Philosopher's Stone was in his hands, all the dark wizards in the world would target him.

As a result, he and the people around him will be put in a dangerous situation. For the rest of his life, he must guard against possible infringement at any time, and the consequences will be disastrous.

But he knew that Principal Dumbledore would definitely not let such a thing happen. In order to cover up the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore would take the initiative to take the responsibility of removing traces.

For the chief wizard of the Wizengamot who is proficient in alchemy, this is not a difficult problem, and this matter will not cause any real loss to Dumbledore.

But Professor McGonagall's plan was about to fail, and the Board of Directors could seize this incident as an excuse to reject Hogwarts' independent jurisdiction.

The Dementor Curse is only a minor problem, the greater crisis is the Philosopher's Stone. Loren cannot let Hogwarts pay for his actions.

"The passengers on the ship are delicious food for Dementors. We must find a way to deal with it." Hermione analyzed the situation in front of her, speaking quickly and looking anxious.

"We can forge a wizard who left after exorcising the Dementors!" Hermione caught the aura, "Yes! He used the Patronus Charm in front of ordinary people, violating the Statute of Secrecy, and in order to avoid the crime, he left immediately!"

Loren shook his head. "No, the Aurors will check our wands, and the flashback spell will see that we have been casting spells frequently throughout the holiday."

Chapter 152 Dementors

Under the huge sense of urgency, Hermione gradually calmed down and sorted out the current situation: "We are at sea. As long as the tourists don't find anything unusual, it doesn't attract public attention, and we don't violate the Statute of Confidentiality, the Aurors won't be able to find us."

Their crisis came from the Auror's investigation, but the Auror was not on the scene. As long as they could hide it from ordinary people on the ship, this was just an ordinary cruise ship and an ordinary trip.

"As long as the people on the ship don't know." Hermione looked at the cloak floating in the night sky from afar. The gray and black color looked like a black cloud.

Loren followed Hermione's train of thought and spoke quickly: "It's a pity that we don't have the Oblivion Spell, and we can't use the Stunning Spell on everyone on the ship..."

With a solution idea, it is easy to find the applicable magic.

"Use Transfiguration!" Loren concluded.

Use Transfiguration to block the light of the Patronus, attract the attention of tourists and crew members, and eliminate the Dementors in the dark.

"What should we do?" Hermione began to imagine the specific steps to implement, "Creating a huge wave to block the vision of the people on the boat?"

"This sea area cannot produce huge waves."

Something too abnormal would attract people's attention. Maybe someone would be surprised by the huge wave and record it, which might even be reported in some tabloids. Maybe some meteorologists or ocean dynamicists would look for the cause.

"Fog!" Loren looked at the dark night. The sea was as dark as the sky. "Use fog to cover the cruise ship and block the view. I can lock onto the Dementor through my magical vision and kill it in an invisible place."

Countless small water droplets suspended in the air combined together form fog.

The ram of the moving cruise ship broke through the water surface, and the splashing water continued to sound. This inconspicuous white noise reminded people that water is the most abundant thing on the sea.

Finding an empty corner, Loren extended his wand over the railing and gently waved it towards the water. Countless tiny water droplets floated up against gravity, hovering in the air, gathering into a small white mist that rose and dissipated into the vast ocean.

"Just need to speed up the process and add a little base color to them." Loren repeated the previous action.

The water seemed to be boiling, bubbling and bubbling, and blue-black mist kept rising. Countless blue-black mists overflowed the sea and merged into the night.

Just like controlling the pineapple to dance, controlling the mist to surround the cruise ship is a very simple magic. Changing the shape of the water, changing the color of the water, this level of transfiguration is also very simple.

Hermione quickly got the hang of it, speeding up the rising mist.

Wendell, who was fishing on the side of the ship, caught another small fish. He couldn't tell its name, but it was quite big. Wendell threw the fish into the bucket skillfully, put the bait on the hook, and cast another rod.

After finishing all this, he rubbed his arms, looked up at the sky suspiciously, and muttered, "Why does it feel colder? The moon is gone."

If someone observes the ship from a distance, they will find that it is gradually covered with a layer of fog and slowly disappears in the night sea.

Loren stretched his hand out over the railing, and his shape could no longer be seen clearly after he was immersed in the fog. The concealing effect was so good at close range, and the outer fog was thicker, so the effect would be even stronger.

Seeing this, he nodded with satisfaction.

"You maintain this fog, and I will deal with this annoying guy." Loren said, with crystal blue light shining in his eyes.

From the perspective of magical vision, the Dementors were a gray-black mass, eerie and reeking of depression and disgust.

"【Call God-Guard】" The voice was very light, but the moment the spell was recited, countless silver-white lights gushed out from the magic wand.

Wisps of silver light were obscured by mist. A huge killer whale was swimming in the mist. Its body was like an island, and there were long and thin stripes on its luminous body.

The giant beast that should have been in the deep sea was floating in the air without making any sound, but its existence itself carried a terrifying aura, and its huge body brought an indescribable pressure.

Anyone who sees it will breathe lightly, for fear of making any sound and disturbing the beast.

This was the first time Loren saw his Patronus, it was so beautiful and so fascinating.

The moment the silver whale took shape, the Dementor that was wandering here reacted. Its broken soul was trembling constantly, feeling the pressure from its life instinct. It turned around quickly, trying to escape from here at a very fast speed.

Unlike whales in the sea, the Patronus whale is not troubled by resistance, nor does it have to worry about its own weight. Its speed is much faster than that of whales. The tail fin swings gently, and the movement seems clumsy, but the figure is like a missile. The Patronus drags the rainbow light to catch up with the Dementor.

The giant whale opened its terrifying mouth, leaped and tumbled, and its body bent in a graceful arc, swallowing the Dementor into its mouth and falling under the sea.

No ripples.

Inside the giant whale, the omnipresent patronus light shone on the Dementor, like a fierce fire or a killing curse. It felt pain it had never experienced before, and its body was shaking constantly.

It felt a fear, a fear it had never experienced before, the fear of life and death.

Dementors cannot be killed physically, but no one has ever tried to trap Dementors with such a powerful Patronus. The blazing positive emotions are constantly burning Dementors, like a furnace, like the strongest sun exposure.

The filthy mucus dried up and ignited the gray bones. In the dazzling silver-white light, it was gradually eroded and its shape gradually disappeared.

Holding up the mist curtain, Hermione didn't have magical eyes, so she couldn't see what was happening behind the mist. Seeing Loren's relaxed expression, without much effort, she asked, "Did you drive away the Dementors?"

Loren nodded, then shook his head.

Although she could usually interpret his mumbling, Hermione really couldn't understand this series of actions. She thought Loren was in trouble: "Dementors can't be killed physically. Just drive them away with a Patronus."

Listening to Hermione's words and feeling the feedback from the Patronus, Loren's expression was a little subtle.

He knew that the Dementors could not be killed physically, and at first he just wanted to teach the Dementors a lesson, hurt it, and make it stay away from the ship.

But now, a small accident happened.

"Disperse the fog, it's solved." Loren said slowly, and he shook his wand gently.

The silver whale disintegrated into a stream of light and converged into the applewood wand.

Hey!

A soft sound.

Loren felt something hit the tip of the wand, and when he retracted the wand to check, he saw a grayish-white, smooth pebble attached to the tip of the wand.

"What is this, the ashes stone burned by Dementors?" Loren pinched the stone and looked around.

Hermione stopped releasing the mist, leaned forward to take a look, and asked curiously, "Is this a Dementor?"

"It looks like a normal stone."

“It feels like that, too.”

……

The people in the cabin were still enjoying the band performance and tasting the delicious food. The people on the deck saw the fog dissipate and the moon emerged from the dark clouds.

No one knew that just now, they had passed by the darkest and foulest creature in the world. Through the mist, they witnessed the birth of a god-like creature.

The matter was resolved satisfactorily. Loren and Hermione no longer had to worry about the Dementors, Aurors, and the Philosopher's Stone. Putting aside the heavy burden, the two were left with only pure curiosity, and chattered about the stone.

Loren held the stone with his thumb nail and pinched it gently: "It's very hard, and the texture is the same as pebbles."

"I have a complete series of spells including the Shadowless Sword and the Fire Spell to test its properties." Loren was about to take out his wand as he said that.

"We're on the deck!" Hermione couldn't help but shook her wrist and slapped him.

Even if no one notices, will no one notice when you start a fire?

The fingers hit the back of the hand, which must be more painful. Loren took a breath and said, "I'm just talking."

"If I hadn't stopped you, the flames might have already started."

"How can it be……"

Unable to use magic, the two discussed for a long time without any result, and finally had to put aside the matter of the stone for the time being. Loren planned to take it back to let Flamel see it.

……

"Tell me, what happened in Azkaban that the Dementors ran here?" Hermione stretched out her legs, revealing her white and delicate ankles, and sat down with her back against the hull, her whole body bent into an L shape.

Loren sat nearby. He only knew two things about Azkaban, besides Sirius's escape, and that Barty Crouch replaced his son with his wife.

But Sirius was out of prison, the Crouch incident had already happened, and Barty Crouch Jr. should be under the watch of house-elves now.

In addition, Peter Pettigrew's Animagus identity had been exposed, and the Ministry of Magic had been prepared for this, so he could not escape from prison like Sirius Black.

There will be no problems inside Azkaban, it is caused by external factors. But no matter what happens in Azkaban, there is a possibility that dark wizards can escape.