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Just as the atmosphere of terror was becoming more and more intense, the door of the compartment suddenly opened, and someone was tripped by Harry's legs and fell painfully.

"I'm sorry! Ouch! I'm sorry—"

It was Neville who was screaming. Harry groped in the dark and pulled Neville up by his waist.

But then, there was a loud hissing sound in the air, accompanied by a scream of pain, and Neville almost sat on Ron.

Harry's compartment was a mess, and the other compartments were not much different.

The noise was getting louder and louder, and an accident was about to happen. Harry said, "I'll go ask the driver what's going on."

Apart from the unreliable Lupin, he is the person with the highest magical level here.

Theoretically, magic cannot be used on the train, but at the critical moment, he couldn't care less.

Harry was a little jealous at this time because he also wanted to have his own second wand.

Harry naturally knew that Dolly made her own wands and gave one to each of her girlfriends.

Why couldn't he get the same wand, even if Harry could buy it with Galleons?

However, Harry didn't know that Dolly had never thought of giving Harry a second wand.

It's not because of favoritism.

But it was because Harry's second wand was already ready and in Dumbledore's hand.

Harry was about to leave the compartment when a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Quiet!"

Lupin seemed to be waking up at last, and Harry heard movement in his corner, but neither of them spoke.

At this time, in the darkness, everyone stared, waiting for Lupin's next move.

Lupin didn't fall asleep again.

With a slight pop, a flickering light illuminated the compartment.

Lupin seemed to hold a handful of flames in his hands; they illuminated his tired, grey face, and his eyes looked alert.

"Stay still."

He still spoke in that hoarse voice, then he held up the flame and slowly stood up.

But before Lupin could reach the door, the sliding door slowly opened.

In the flickering flame of Lupin's hand he could see a cloaked figure standing in the doorway, so tall and large that it almost touched the ceiling.

His face is completely hidden under the hood, making people curious about what he looks like under the hood.

Harry glanced down and what he saw made his stomach knot in his stomach.

A hand stretched out from under the cloak, grayish-white, gleaming eerily, and seemingly covered with slime and spots, like something dead and rotting in water...

The cloaked figure seemed aware of Harry's gaze, and the hand suddenly withdrew into the folds of the black cloak.

Then the cloaked being—whatever it was—took a long, slow breath, a gurgling sound in its throat, as if it were taking in more than just the surrounding air.

A biting chill swept over them, and Harry felt he couldn't breathe. The chill seeped into his skin, into his chest, into his heart...

Harry rolled his eyes upwards and could see nothing.

He was overwhelmed by the cold, and his ears were ringing as if they were underwater.

Something was pulling him down, and the whirring sound was getting louder and louder...

At this moment, he heard screams coming from far away, terrible, panicked, and pleading screams.

He wanted to help the man, he wanted to move his arm, but he couldn't.

A thick white mist swirled around him, swirled within him, and accelerated...

Just at this moment, a familiar voice was heard.

"Calling God to Guard!"

A brilliant light appeared in the darkness, and that light melted everything like the sun, clearing away all the discord.

And the hooded monster was also within the range of being eliminated.

It was clearly just light, and that light was completely harmless to the wizard, and he couldn't even feel it.

But for the hooded monster, it was as if it was hit by the shock wave of a bomb and flew backwards.

Then he let out a panicked cry, and the next second he turned around and ran away without even looking back.

Harry finally closed his eyes in relief.

Because he knew that his sister was coming.

But the next second, his face began to burn with pain.

"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?"

Someone was slapping him in the face, and it was clearly Ron.

Harry opened his eyes sadly and looked at Ron. He felt the pain on his face.

Why wasn't it his sister who woke him up? Shouldn't he have been comforted by his sister using a healing spell?

It was only then that Harry noticed the floor was shaking. Apparently the Hogwarts Express had started moving again and the lights were coming back on.

He seemed to slide off his seat to the floor, Ron and Neville crouching beside him, Lupin half-crouching and watching him, his expression tense.

Harry felt very uncomfortable. When he raised his hand to push his glasses up his nose, he felt cold sweat on his face.

With the help of several people, Harry sat back on the sofa. Ron asked nervously: "Are you okay?"

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Where's that monster? Where's my sister?"

"I heard someone screaming. Is anyone hurt?"

Ron looked confused and said, "No one screamed."

Harry frowned and said, "But I heard screaming—"

There was a snapping sound, which startled them all. It turned out that Lupin had broken a large bar of chocolate into several pieces.

"Give,"

He handed Harry an extra large slice and said, "Eat it, it will help."

Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.

"What is that thing?"

he asked Lupin.

“摄魂怪，”

Lupin replied as he distributed chocolate to everyone, "The Dementors of Azkaban."

Everyone stared at him in surprise, and Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Eat,"

He added, "It will help."

"Your sister is out helping others, patrolling the trains with the prefects. It's truly remarkable that she can cast the Patronus Charm at such a young age."

"And it seems that it's not just your sister. Are the new students at Hogwarts so powerful?"

There was a hint of emotion in Lupin's voice, but he immediately came back to his senses and said, "Although it seems that I don't need to take action, I still need to talk to the conductor to prevent this from happening again."

"If I see your sister, I'll give you a message."

With that, he walked past Harry and disappeared into the corridor.

Harry wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "I don't understand...what happened just now?"

Harry looked at Ron, who cleared his words and said, "That Dementor, it just stood there, looking around. I mean, it seemed to be looking around. I couldn't see how it attacked you, and you fainted almost instantly."

"I thought you were sick."

Ron continued, looking shaken: "You seemed to go rigid, fall out of your seat and start convulsing."

Neville added, "And then there was your sister, who used the Patronus Charm to repel the Dementors."

"This is what Professor Lupin just explained to us. You've been unconscious for ten minutes."

Harry was stunned. He thought he had closed his eyes only for a moment.

"terrible."

Neville said, his voice higher than usual, "Did you feel how cold it was when it came in?"

"I feel weird,"

Ron said, moving his shoulders nervously, "It's like I can never be happy again..."

"Do you feel weak?"

Harry asked tentatively, but Ron and Neville shook their heads.

This made Harry feel a little embarrassed.

He originally thought that he was the most reliable among the few people and was going out on patrol, but now he has become the most seriously injured one.

He felt weak and trembling all over, as if he had just recovered from a bad cold.

In comparison, others are not so miserable.

At this time, Harry still didn't understand what Dementors meant.

He already vaguely knew that the spells his sister and her friends had been practicing throughout the summer were also to deal with Dementors.

Of course, they didn't tell Harry about these things. After all, Dolly couldn't always spoil the plot, right?

And Dolly felt that only by letting Harry experience being kissed by a Dementor once would he have greater motivation to learn Expecto Wards.

After all, Harry had to learn the full form of the Patronus on his own.

Without enough motivation and perseverance, Dolly couldn't help him.

Harry looked at the chocolate in his hand, staring at it in a daze for several minutes, and finally couldn't help but take a bite.

Then, to his surprise, a sudden surge of heat flowed to the tips of his toes and fingers.

It was as if this was not chocolate, but some kind of magic potion.

At this time, Lupin came back, saw this scene, and explained with a smile.

"You were just attacked by a Dementor. You felt cold, as if you were seriously ill."

"It's not that you're actually weak, but that the joy in your body has been drained away, and your body feels sick."

"Chocolate makes you happy, and your body starts to heal."

"I'm right, it's very useful."

Harry thanked Lupin and wanted to ask him about the Dementors.

But Lupin insisted on not speaking anymore, as if he had something on his mind.

At this, everyone fell silent.

Not long after, the train stopped again, and this time they finally arrived at the station.

Everyone got off the bus and the scene was in chaos.

The owl was hooting, the cat was meowing, and Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat.

The small platform was freezing cold, and the bone-chilling rain was pouring down.

This was obviously not the weather in the UK in September. Harry looked up and felt that someone was controlling the weather.

And this is no illusion.

Dolly looked at the dark clouds above her head and felt like there were a hundred Dementors flying in them.

Her worries turned out to be right.

In the original novel, it is only recorded that Harry was attacked by Dementors.

But in fact, there were five Dementors that broke into the train.