Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

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

As if aware of everyone's gaze, the dementor leaned forward, and a hand protruded 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.

It was obvious that there was more than one dementor boarding the Hogwarts Express, 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 make 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: .

He has always been stronger than Neville in terms of transformation spells, and transformation spells are Neville's weakness, but now it seems that he is not as good as Neville.

"By the way, Ron, Malfoy said he would be happy to teach you some Defense Against the Dark Arts skills when school starts."

Neville's last words pierced Ron's heart like a sharp arrow.

At that moment, he felt that his whole body had turned gray and white.

It's just a vacation, why do I feel like I'm missing out a lot?

Don't go on the next trip

Ron secretly made up his mind.

He doesn't want to be the bottom of the disciplinary group!

Is it possible? The other little wizards are just playing crazy during the holidays, only Dudley and the others work harder than going to school during the holidays.

Well, the main problem is

Dudley and they are too curly.

Well, a batch of rolls.

According to this roll, maybe in another two years they will be able to hang those experienced Death Eaters.