Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"I know, it's none of your business."

Dudley placed it in Hermione's arms and stroked its head.

"I'll take care of it."

Only after getting Dudley's assurance did Crookshanks lie down unwillingly.

Loyalty is okay.

Ron really wanted to scold Crookshanks, but Crookshanks was Dudley and Hermione's pet, so he could only swallow his grievances and silently comfort this big rat that had been passed down for who knows how many years and passed through the hands of so many people, and was almost patinaed.

"Poor Scabbers, your master is incapable of standing up for you," Ron thought to himself.

There was no way he could hide his little thoughts from Dudley. He was almost writing "I feel wronged" on his face.

The Hogwarts Express was heading steadily northward, but the scenery outside the window was gradually getting darker and darker, and the clouds above were getting thicker and thicker, until they merged into one dark mass. Outside the door of the carriage, people began to walk back and forth non-stop.

"Somewhat something is wrong."

Dudley glanced out the window, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Ron, let's find a time to talk at school."

Judging from the time, Shushu’s problem should be almost solved.

So as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"it is good"

Ron agreed reflexively, and then suddenly shuddered.

"You're not going to beat me up, are you?"

Then he shook his head vigorously to get the thought out of his head.

'Brother D has always won people over with his virtue.'

Just as Ron thought, Dudley had never taken the initiative to use violence against anyone. At most, he would try to reason with them, and if reason didn't work, he would use physics.

At this time, the road ahead was completely dark, without a single ray of light, as if dusk had already set in. Normally, when they arrived at Hogwarts, the sky would not be much different from now, but the time was three hours earlier.

It started to rain outside the window, and the big raindrops hit the window, making crackling sounds.

The train was moving slower and slower, and the sound of the wheels turning became quieter and quieter.

Are we arriving at the station?

How can it be!

Harry was closest to the carriage door, so he pushed it open and stood up to check out the corridor. In each carriage along the corridor, people were looking out, their faces full of confusion.

Obviously, many people noticed something was wrong.

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

"I have a bad feeling."

Even the most obtuse Ron noticed something was wrong. He stopped simply protecting Scabbers and drew his wand as well.

The wand is the source of a wizard's courage.

Crookshanks stopped staring at Ron's pocket and turned his gaze towards the door.

Only Dudley remained firmly seated, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

The train suddenly shook and stopped. There were banging sounds coming from the distance. Because it sounded so abrupt, a lot of luggage fell off the racks.

A lot of curses were heard from little wizards outside the door.

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

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

A few seconds later, screams of fear erupted from the little wizards in every carriage, and the entire train was in chaos.

Darkness is one of the sources of human fear.

Only the carriage where Dudley and his companions were was the calmest. Harry was the first to use Lumos. The faint light from the tip of the wand allowed them to see the surrounding environment clearly.

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

"There's something moving over there." Ron pointed at the vague figures that could be seen outside the window and said, "Are they getting off the bus? Is the bus broken down? Are we getting off here?"

Neville looked in the direction he pointed, his expression becoming increasingly serious: "Maybe he's getting on the bus."

"What?" Ron was stunned, but immediately reacted: "Are you saying that someone else got on the bus here?!"

"Maybe not a human," Dudley added.

Ron covered his mouth tightly, trying not to scream.

"Not a human?"

Not a person? What is it?

"Brother D, don't scare me!"

'I, Ron, am not afraid of anything except ghosts and maybe spiders.'

The temperature around them gradually began to drop, and a cold air came from all directions. The air exhaled by everyone turned into white mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was only the beginning of September and the tiger's heat had not yet passed. It was extremely hot, but it gave people the illusion that it was winter.

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

"Something's coming."

After hearing Dudley's words, Harry and the others became nervous and gripped their wands even tighter.

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

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

When the door was completely opened, they could see clearly what was used to open the box door.

It was not a human at all. It was a humanoid monster wearing a cloak and reaching the ceiling in height. It was floating in the air, swaying, with its face completely hidden under the turban.

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

Dementors!

Azkaban’s greatest specialty!

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

As if aware of everyone's gaze, the Dementor leaned down and stretched out a hand from his cloak. The hand glowed faintly, gray, thin and scabbed, like something dead and rotting in water.

Several wands were 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 or not. Ordinary spells have no effect on them at all. Only a few spells such as the Patronus Charm can harm them.

Its head slowly turned towards Harry, seeming to be very interested in him.

The Dementors are trying to get to Harry!

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

He felt a little dizzy.

A sudden flash of 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 and looked down at the Dementors, his voice steady and orderly.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't leave, then don't leave."

The Dementor roared in anger, but the white light seemed to hurt him so much that he couldn't even stand up.

"three!"

Dudley decisively called out the number three.

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

Is it unreasonable to just shout three?

The Dementor, a creature whose intelligence is unknown whether it has any, seemed to be stunned for a moment. If it had a face, it would definitely look stunned.

You have no moral principles.

"Very good, I will take this as a provocation to me."

The last time I went to Azkaban, I didn’t have the chance to bring back some local specialties from there. Dudley felt it was a pity. He didn’t expect that these local specialties would be delivered to his door today. He couldn’t waste them.

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

There were obviously more Dementors on board the Hogwarts Express than just the one just now, and the cold aura still permeated the carriage.

“Get out of here!”

A roar came from a box not far away.

Dudley saw a silver light rising, and a silver-white wolf knocked out another Dementor.

The Patronus Charm, and it is a complete Patronus Charm.

The silver wolf did not stop after knocking down the Dementor, but rushed towards other carriages.

A slovenly-looking man walked out of the carriage and nodded slightly when he saw Dudley who was also standing outside the carriage.

Dudley rubbed the ring on his finger, suppressed the urge to catch another Dementor, and nodded in response to the man.

Soon, the gloomy feeling in the carriage disappeared, the lights on the train were restored, and everything became bright.

Soon the train to Hogwarts began to run normally.

"Harry are you okay?"

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

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

Harry's lips were only slightly pale.

"Drink some happy water."

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

Harry tilted his head back and gulped down the drink.

"belch"

Harry let out a long, powerful burp and immediately felt much better.

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

He originally wanted to ask Harry for some to try, but unexpectedly Harry finished it in one gulp. Ron found the smell lingering in the air quite novel.

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

"Gudong."

When Ron took his first sip of Happy Water, he was conquered by this novel drink.

"It tastes good, much better than cherry juice." Ron praised sincerely.

Don't think this is new. Wizards look down on weapons made by ordinary people, let alone try to drink the drinks they make.

A bunch of old stubborn people who are complacent.

After drinking most of it, Ron finally remembered his friend and said to Neville.

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

Neville looked at the bottle mouth with a little food residue and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse: "No, I drank too much during the holidays."

Ron: “!!!”

How many delicious foods did you eat without my knowledge during the holidays?

"Dementors? Was that thing just now a Dementor?"

Harry asked quickly after he had recovered a little.

He had only heard the name Dementor not long ago because he was practicing that spell.