Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

'Brother D has always convinced people with virtue. '

Just as Ron thought, Dudley had never taken the initiative to use violence against people. At most, he talked about reason, and only talked about physics when the reason didn't make sense.

At this time, the road ahead was completely dark and could not be seen clearly, without a ray of light, as if twilight had already fallen.Under normal circumstances, when they arrived at Hogwarts, the weather was not too different from the current sky, but it was a full three hours earlier.

It began to rain outside the window, and the bean-sized raindrops slapped on the window, making a constant crackling sound.

The train became slower and slower, and the sound of the wheels turning became smaller and smaller.

Is it time to arrive?

How can it be!

Harry was the closest to the carriage door, pushed it open, got up and went to see what was going on in the corridor.In the various carriages on the side of the corridor, there were people poking their heads out to look around with puzzled faces.

Obviously, many people are aware of the abnormality.

Behind him, Hermione and Neville slowly drew out their wands.

"I have a bad feeling."

No matter how dull Ron was, he noticed the abnormality. He no longer simply protected Scabbers, but also drew out his wand.

Wands are a source of courage for wizards.

Crookshanks also stopped staring at Ron's pocket, and turned his gaze to the door.

Only Dudley was still sitting firmly on the seat, twirling the ring on his fingertips.

The train suddenly jolted and stopped, and there was a sound of bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang in the distance, because it was so abrupt that a lot of luggage fell off the shelves.

There were many little wizards cursing outside the door.

Suddenly all the lights went out, and the whole train was plunged into complete darkness.

The whole world seemed to quiet down.

A few seconds later, the terrified screams of the little wizards erupted in each carriage, and the whole train was in chaos.

Darkness is one of the sources of human fear.

Only the carriage where Dudley and the others were in was the calmest. Harry was the first to use fluorescent flashes, and the faint light brought by the tip of his wand allowed them to see their surroundings clearly.

At this time, several people heard a short and harsh sound coming from outside the window.

"There's something moving there." Ron pointed to the vague figure that could be seen outside the window and said, "Are they getting off the car? The car is broken? Are we going to get off here?"

Neville looked at the position he was pointing at, his face gradually became serious: "Maybe he is getting in the car."

"What?" Ron was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized: "You mean someone else got in the car here?!"

"Maybe not human," Dudley added.

Ron covered his mouth tightly, trying not to scream.

"Not human?"

not human?what is that?

"Brother D, don't scare me!"

'I, Ron, am not afraid of heaven or earth, but ghosts and maybe spiders. '

The surrounding temperature gradually began to drop, and the cold breath came from all directions, and the breath of everyone turned into white mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, the tigers have not yet passed in the early autumn of September, and it is the hot and uncomfortable time, but it gives everyone an illusion that it is winter.

Dudley took off his clothes resolutely and put them on Hermione, silently protecting her behind him.

"Something is coming."

Hearing Dudley's words, Harry and the others became tense and gripped the wand even harder.

No one would doubt his words, because he was their Brother D.

At this time, the door of the box moved, and then opened bit by bit.

When the door was fully opened, they saw clearly what the box door looked like.

It wasn't human at all, it was a ceiling-reaching humanoid monster in a cloak, floating wobbly in mid-air, its face completely hidden under the hood.

Apparently this was what Ron had just seen through the window.

Dementors!

The biggest specialty of Azkaban!

Chapter 195, volume 193, roll you to death!Roll to death!

As if sensing the attention of the crowd, the Dementor leaned forward and protruded a hand from the cloak. The hand shimmered, gray, thin and scabbed, like something dead and soaked in water Rotten.

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

Dementors don't care whether they are pointed at by a wand. Ordinary spells have no effect on them at all. Only a few spells such as the Patronus can harm them.

It turned its head slowly towards Harry, seeming to be interested in him.

Dementors are trying to get close to Harry!

Harry felt as if a vortex formed on the other's face under the cloak, sucking everything around him into it.

He felt dizzy.

A sudden bright white light appeared without warning, knocking the dementor out of the box.

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

Dudley came out of the box, looked down at the dementor with a steady and orderly voice.

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

The dementor howled angrily, but the white light seemed to hurt him so much that it couldn't even stand up.

"three!"

Dudley called out the number three decisively.

As for one and two, who stipulated that we should start from the beginning?

What's the point of calling three directly?

Creatures like dementors, who don't know if they have IQ, seem to be stunned for a moment. If they have a face, they must be stunned.

You don't talk about Wude.

"Very well, I take this as a challenge to me."

The last time I went to Azkaban, I didn't find a chance to bring back some local products there. Dudley felt it was a pity. He didn't expect this local product to be delivered to his door automatically today. It shouldn't be wasted.

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

The Dementor on the Hogwarts Express was obviously not the only one just now, and the cold breath 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 silver wolf knocked another dementor out.

The Patronus Charm, and it is already formed.

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

A somewhat scruffy-looking man came out of the carriage, and nodded slightly after seeing Dudley who was also standing outside the carriage.

Dudley rubbed the ring on his fingertips, suppressed the desire to catch another dementor, and nodded back at the man as well.

Not long after, the cold feeling in the carriage disappeared, the lights on the train were restored, and everything became brighter.

Soon the Hogwarts trains started running normally.

"Harry, are you all right?"

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

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

Harry's lips were only slightly pale.

"Drink some happy water."

Dudley took a bottle of Happy Water from his left pocket and handed it to Harry.

Harry threw his head back and gulped it down.

"belch"

Harry let out a long, strong belch, and felt much better immediately.

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

He originally wanted to ask Harry for a taste, but Harry drank it in one gulp. Ron felt quite novel smelling the lingering smell in the air.

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

"Gudong."

When Ron swallowed the first sip of happy water, he was conquered by this novel drink.

"It's delicious, much better than cherry juice." Ron admired it sincerely.

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

A bunch of stubborn old people.

After drinking more than half of it, Ron remembered his friend, so he said to Neville.

"Neville, don't you want to try it?"

Neville looked at the mouth of the bottle with some food residue on it, waved his hands again and again to express his refusal: "No, I drank too much during the holidays."

Ron: "!!!"

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

"Dementor? That thing just now is a dementor?"

Harry asked hastily after recovering a bit.

He had only heard the name Dementor not long ago, because he practiced that spell

"I've read about it in books, it's a very scary dark creature that sucks people's happiness, leaving only the worst and worst memories, and it can suck people's souls and turn them Turned into a state of walking dead."

Encyclopedia Hermione immediately stated what she knew.

"I remember that they are restricted by the Ministry of Magic, and they are basically in Azkaban now. There are basically no wild dementors outside."

The Ministry of Magic claims that the Dementors are under their control. As for the facts, only the Minister of Magic, Fudge, knows.

"It's a pity that our Patronus Charm is not yet proficient."

Hermione said with a bit of regret, and saw some silver threads emanating from the tip of her wand, which could not be fixed into shape.

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

Is it possible. Dudley is not proficient in the Patronus Charm. It is just that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes?

After her words fell, Harry and Neville also took out their wands, and some silver threads were also emitted from their wands.

After drinking the happy water, Ron frowned slightly, realizing that things were not simple.

"Wait. You all learned the Patronus Charm?"

It seems that he is the only one who hasn't learned yet?

Everyone nodded to Ron.

Harry also made up the knife at the right time: "Malfoy has also learned."

Ron: .

Neville followed suit and said, "We have also learned a lot of dueling skills, and now I can cast some relatively powerful transformation spells."

Ron: .