They all felt a chill run through their bodies, a chill that penetrated the skin, went down to their chests, and down to their hearts.
Like an icy stream of water rushing downward, all happy emotions are rapidly draining away.
Harry's face was pale, his body was shaking violently, and his expression was extremely frightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Before everyone could react, he thumped and fainted on the ground.
Ron hurriedly helped him to the side seat, and the others also fell on it.
Malfoy looked at the dementor in panic, and didn't even have time to laugh at Harry.
"Go away, we don't have what you're looking for here!" Ivan said tremblingly.
At his words, the dementor paused, a smell of decay coming from under its shattered black cloak, and it took another breath, as if intending to leave.
The next second, with a click, Colin struggled to take out his camera and pressed the shutter.
This behavior seemed to anger the dementor, and it rushed forward suddenly.
"Guardian!" Ivan yelled, and his wand emitted a white light, firmly blocking the dementors from the outside.
Although it was the first time he used it, he studied the spell in depth during the summer vacation. Ivan tried hard to recall the happy things in his mind, and the white mist at the tip of the wand gradually formed an animal shape.
But it was still a little bit short. The movement of this carriage attracted another dementor, which flew over with a roar, and the icy atmosphere became more and more serious.
The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and Ivan could feel the light on his wand getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't hold on any longer, and the nine people behind him were about to faint. These damned dementors There must be a misunderstanding.
The white mist formed a semicircular barrier, and Ivan stepped back half a step, and the aperture range was continuously compressed.
He was panting violently, his hand shaking his wand.
Two more dementors approached here. They were like small black holes, sucking away all the light, breath, and emotions from the surroundings.
Aiwen felt that courage and hope were fading, and emptiness and despair gradually occupied his heart.
There was a jerk in his right hand, and the wand slid down quickly.
Aiwen has reached the limit, the white barrier is full of cracks, constantly shattering and dissipating, and the light is getting dimmer. Just when he thought everything was about to end, a weak and slender hand suddenly supported him, and the wand was reborn. Lifted up.
It was Hermione, with no warmth on her cold little hands.
In the darkness, Hermione's frail body stood firmly beside Ivan, and the two of them clasped their hands tightly, supporting the only light in the darkness together.
The palm of the opponent's hand was cold, but Ai Wen felt the temperature, like a weak kindling, and the temperature was transmitted upwards along the fingertips, instantly igniting his heart that had been completely plunged into darkness.
The bright light from his wand suddenly intensified, and the range of the aperture became larger and larger, gradually forming a complete Patronus. This animal seemed familiar, and Ai Wen's eyes widened slightly. This is not... . ..
The next second, he saw a silver wolf flying out from the last carriage, the dementor was knocked upside down by it and flew out, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The lights in the carriage came back on again, and a strange middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing an extremely worn-out wizard robe, which was patched in several places. His face was sickly and tired, and his light brown hair was streaked with white.
"He's Professor Lupine, he was in the same carriage as us just now, and he has been sleeping on his stomach." Hermione whispered, her face still pale, "What were those monsters just now? And what spell did you use, Why do I seem to see... "
"A good patron saint of flesh!"
Before Aiwen answered, he heard Lupine whisper approvingly. He took out a large piece of chocolate from his pocket and broke it into small pieces for everyone.
Ivan ate a little, and a warm current suddenly spread to his fingertips and toes, and he didn't feel so cold anymore. He saw other people scrambling to wake Harry up. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked nervously.
"I'm fine!" Harry looked towards the door and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the dementor had disappeared, "Where did that hooded monster go? Also, who was screaming just now?" ?”
"Those monsters were chased away by Ivan and Professor Lupine, but no one screamed." Ron recounted what happened after Harry fainted.
"I heard screams and a green light..." Harry shook his head stubbornly.
"Harry, you should take a break!"
Lupine looked worried, and he handed Harry a particularly large piece of chocolate, "Here, eat it, it's good for you."
"Professor, what was that just now?" Harry didn't eat the chocolate, he looked at Lupine, wondering why the other party knew his name.
"The dementor from Azkaban!" Professor Lupine crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket, "Actually, this little guy has already done a lot of work before I came here." Okay. You need to eat these chocolates now, I need to speak to the driver, sorry!"
Ivan saw Lupine go out and disappear into the corridor.
When he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at him, even Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe were no exception.
"Don't look at me like that, Professor Lupine said just now, those are dementors, they are the guards of Azkaban."
"Dementors, Azkaban!" Harry muttered, raised his head and asked in embarrassment, "Apart from me, did any of you faint?"
"No!" Ron looked at Harry anxiously, and he repeated the reactions of the others.
Although everyone was terrified, no one fainted, which made Harry's face even paler. He didn't understand. He obviously felt weak and trembling just now, as if he had just recovered from a bad flu, but why? Does anyone else not have this reaction
Harry began to feel embarrassed. Everyone else was fine, so how could he be so frightened
"Evan, what was the spell you used to ward off those dementors just now, why do I seem to see..." Hermione asked softly.
"Okay, okay, the spell I just used was..."
"Wait a minute, Ivan!" Ron stopped him hastily, he turned his head to look at Malfoy and the three of them, "A magic that can help us resist that kind of terrifying monster, I think such an important thing is not suitable for Slater to use." Lin's students heard."
"That's ridiculous, Weasley, do you think I'm willing to listen to a mudblood talking nonsense here." Malfoy's haughty eyes flicked slowly across the faces of several people, and finally fell on the pale Harry. There was malice in his eyes, "Be careful, Potter, don't faint like a child again."
"You're not much better. Don't think I don't know. When those dementors came in, you shivered in the chair." Ron gritted his teeth.
"Hmph, at least I didn't pass out, let's go!" Malfoy muttered to Goyle and Crabbe behind him, and they turned and left the carriage with the chocolates in their hands.
"Okay, let's go on, Ivan!"
After Malfoy left, the atmosphere in the car was significantly more relaxed. Except for Harry whose face was still frighteningly pale, everyone else seemed to have recovered.
"Actually, it's not a magic that needs to be kept secret. I just used the Patronus Charm, which is a very unpopular and profound spell that can be used to resist dementors." Ai Wen said quickly, "I also use the first Once used, it can only emit a little strong light, and it cannot form a complete physical Patronus. If you want to learn, I can teach you. In fact, I plan to publish the usage of this spell in the newspaper, if Everyone will stop being afraid of dementors."
Ai Wen had just finished speaking, and he suddenly thought of the patron saint who appeared at the last moment, which seemed to be...
He shook his head, it must be an illusion, how could it be that kind of thing.