Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Dementors." Ron was shocked, his face turned extremely pale, "Are you sure it's a dementor? They're not in Azkaban, why come to our train?"

"how could I know?"

"I remembered." Harry said suddenly, "Mr. Weasley seems to have said that the guards of Azkaban will come to Hogwarts to garrison, and they guessed that Sirius might come to the school."

"Good guy, all these jailers were transferred just for a wanted criminal." Aaron said speechlessly, "But that's not right, there's no reason for a dementor to get on our train!"

boom!

The room shook suddenly.

A figure over three meters tall and wearing a worn black cloak stopped outside the door.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Aaron drew out his wand, and the white light illuminated the entire compartment, as well as the figure outside.

hiss!

Aaron felt a little nauseous just by looking at it. He had seen disgusting ones, but he had never seen such disgusting ones.

Except for the cloak, the dementor looked as if it had been soaked in water.

A gray-white bone palm slowly protruded from the cloak, pulling the sliding door open.

A strange atmosphere spread in the private room, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were trembling nervously, Crookshanks and Scabbers also hid in the owner's arms.

"Mr. Dementor, there is no one you are looking for here." Aaron said lightly, "We didn't invite you here, so please close the door."

The dementor ignored it, simply glanced around, and turned his head to Harry Potter, seeming to show great interest.

It began to inhale, and there was a gurgling sound in its throat, like a whistling wind.

Harry only felt a gloomy chill enveloping him, his fear was infinitely magnified, his whole body fell in the darkness, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Roar!

Abbe roared, and a swoop knocked the dementor out of the workshop.

Harry came to his senses, panting heavily, drenched in sweat all over his body.

Before he had time to experience the feeling of the rest of his life, he saw the dementor looking over, and he kept shrinking back in fright.

At this time, he was most fortunate that there was a college professor in this private room. Regardless of whether the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year was reliable or not, he had to be reliable at this time.

Professor Lupine seemed to have heard his appeal, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He quickly pulled out his wand, and a thick white mist swirled at the tip. The dementor seemed to have seen a natural enemy, and decided to retreat.

"It seems that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year is still reliable." Aaron smiled meaningfully, and then put a piece of chocolate in Harry's hand, "Eat it, after being attacked by a dementor Chocolate works better than tranquilizers."

Harry nodded, tore off the wrapping paper blankly, and took a bite.

Feeling his body getting warmer, he reluctantly sat back in his seat.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked nervously.

"It's okay." Harry said with lingering fear, "I heard a woman screaming, and for some reason, I feel very heartbroken."

"That's the dementor sucking your soul, and you will see the memory you don't want to see." Lupine explained, "You should thank this cat, if it didn't knock the dementor out in time, you At least in a coma."

Harry froze for a moment, then gave Abe a grateful smile.

"Is it really a cat?" Lupine looked at Aaron in confusion. "I'm sorry, but a normal cat should be like that."

Lupine pointed to Crookshanks. This big orange cat was shivering in the basket, and it seemed that it hadn't come out of fear.

"Of course Abe is a cat." Aaron didn't blush, "I've raised him since he was born."

Abei raised his head in displeasure, it is a dragon, and it has the arrogance of being a dragon.

Aaron glared at it immediately, and pushed down its proud faucet.

"It seems to be an unusual cat." Lupine didn't have much doubt, "I'll excuse you for a while, go and talk to the driver."

After Lupine left, Harry looked at the three of them depressedly, "I feel like the dementors are targeting me."

"Be confident, forget the word feeling." Aaron hugged Abe in his arms, "Compared to other people like you who have lived for more than ten years but haven't experienced much happiness, they are more likely to become photographers." The target of the ghost's attack.

If you don't want to be helpless when facing a dementor, you need to learn a defensive spell, a difficult defensive spell. "

"The one where Professor Lupine drove off the dementors?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That's right." Aaron nodded, "That's called the Patronus Charm, which can drive away dementors."

"Thank goodness." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor happens to know this spell, and he will definitely be willing to teach us."

"It's not easy to learn." Aaron gave Harry a meaningful look, "Especially for you."

"What do you mean?"

"The most important factor in casting a Patronus Charm is happiness or hope.

Not that I hit you hard, but how many happy memories do you think you have of these 13 years? "

Hearing this, Harry pursed his lips.

After he was one year old, he lived in Dursley's home, which was not even comparable to an orphanage. Because of this, his next 12 years were not very good, and it could even be said that he was in dire straits.

"You can think about Quidditch," Ron reminded. "You're definitely happiest when you're on a broomstick."

There was a flash of light in Harry's eyes, "Thank you, Ron, I almost forgot that there are bright spots in my life."

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, and he felt a strong resentment towards Harry's uncle's family in his heart.

This family is definitely not a good place, and Harry can't feel the slightest happiness in their home.

"Aaron, do you know the spell?" Hermione asked.

"I guess I will!" Aaron nodded shyly, he was much better at playing than Lupin.

"Then you can teach us." Ron said excitedly.

"Uh...not available."

"Hey, you're still friends, can't you help me with this?"

"But I'm not a teacher." Aaron rolled his eyes, "It takes a long time to learn the Patronus Charm, and I have my own things to do.

Among other things, I have only signed up for five elective courses this semester, and I really don't have the skills to do it all at once. "

"You also signed up for five courses?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"also?"

Aaron looked at Hermione with a little doubt in his eyes.

He has a mind body avatar, and he can barely take five courses. Hermione is only one person, so it is impossible to finish five courses.

"She also signed up for five courses." Ron said speechlessly, "The worst thing is that she, a Muggle-born wizard, still wants to study Muggle Studies."

"I personally think that Muggle research is the most valuable." Aaron said solemnly. His identity is destined to deal with all kinds of Muggles. If he knows more now, he will suffer less in the future.

Then the sliding door opened, and Lupine took his previous place, taking a sip from the bottle by the window.

"I've spoken to the driver and the train will leave immediately."

After a while, the lights in the private room came on, and the floor shook slightly. The Hogwarts Express train started again, and did not stop at Hogsmeade Station until ten minutes later.

Aaron dug out an umbrella from his suitcase and got off the train under the umbrella.

Because of the rain, the platform was a little more chaotic than before, and with the dementors getting on the train, many people were still panicking.

"First Years, this way," Hagrid yelled, beckoning the First Years to cross the river in the traditional way.

As for the students above the first grade, they went to another road, riding a carriage pulled by Thestrals to Hogwarts.

"Aaron, are you okay?" Draco asked curiously, "Many people have seen dementors enter your private room."

"It's okay, that is, Professor Lu Ping should move quickly, otherwise Abe will definitely beat him away with a breath of dragon's breath."

"Professor?" Draco seemed to have thought of something, and frowned slightly: "That man in your private room is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"You seem a little dissatisfied with him, did Professor Lupine offend you?"

"He is dressed in tatters, with patches on his clothes, and his suitcase is in tatters. He is definitely at the bottom of the wizarding world. I don't think he has any abilities."

"Hehe!" Aaron shook his head, "Lockhart can be regarded as an upper-class figure in the wizarding world, but in reality?

I do think Professor Lupine is a good fit for the job, at least...he can get rid of dementors. "

Draco was speechless, unable to refute.

As the carriage approached the gate, the students felt a chill inexplicably when they saw a few dementors patrolling in the sky.

Through the gate, the carriage went up a ramp and stopped before the steps leading to the castle.

The crowd went up the steps one after another, passed through a majestic oak door, and entered the auditorium through a marble staircase.

Students above the first grade sat down on the long table belonging to their college one after another. The ceiling corresponds to the weather tonight. There are dark clouds, but there is no rain.

"Potter! Granger! Gaius! Come with me." Professor McGonagall said as he stepped down from the teacher's seat.

"Uh... what's the matter?" Aaron asked in surprise. He didn't think he had committed any crimes and needed the vice principal to come forward in person.

"Don't be nervous, you didn't violate the school rules, but there are some things that need to be discussed."

The three looked at each other and followed behind Professor McGonagall.

When she came to Professor McGonagall's office, she motioned for them to sit down, and she herself sat on the office chair.

"Harry, Professor Lupine told me that you encountered a dementor in the car." Professor McGonagall said with concern, "So I informed Ms. Pomfrey, and she will be here soon."

"I'm fine, I'm really fine." Harry said anxiously, it's not a good thing to meet the school doctor when he first came to school.

The school hospital has almost become an unbreakable curse for him, and he will patronize it for various reasons almost every semester. He is the student Ms. Pomfrey sees the most, not one of them.