DNF Meets Harry Potter

A few minutes later, the sound of sliding doors was getting closer.

"That thing is next door~..."

Ron held his breath, his eyes full of horror. He leaned his hand against the window, and the cold air from layers of frost made his hands red from the cold.

Hermione was panting heavily, spraying out streams of white mist, you must know that summer is not over yet!

The next moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the window of the compartment, tall and cold.

Biting cold air infiltrated in through the crack of the box door, Naiyali raised her brows, and the faint blue flame in her hand suddenly became vigorous, burning up the cold current.

This move seemed to anger the monster outside the door, and the door of the compartment opened suddenly with a loud noise. A dark and cold palm that looked like a dry bone suddenly stretched out.

Ron and Hermione suddenly felt a little dizzy, and their eyes were a little blurred. But Harry, who was not far from the gate, was much more serious. His throat seemed to be blocked by an ice cube, and it was delusion to want to make a sound because of his cold body.

The biting cold current invaded his internal organs, and he suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was taken away at that moment, the scene in front of him began to blur, and his perception of the outside world was also disappearing, as if he had reached his deathbed.

His heart also seemed to be tightly grasped by that cold palm, and endless hallucinations and inexplicable voices echoed in his ears.

Then, a woman's scream entered his mind. Full of desperation, darkness, and cold screams that made him feel like his heart was about to break. He knew who the screaming person was, and he wanted to help her, but there was nothing he could do, because he couldn't save himself at this moment.

As if the scabbed palm had found its target, it covered his face with a hollow grip. Layers of white matter floated out of Harry's face as the monster's palm danced, trying to obliterate all existence of him.

Finally, the whole picture of the monster was exposed in front of everyone.

Ron was trembling all over at the moment, and looked up tremblingly, and he would never forget this scene.

It has no feet, and it seems to be floating in the air. An invisible face is completely covered under the hood. Although the exposed body is covered by a black robe, the exposed part looks like a corpse that has been dead for a long time. Generally, rotten inhuman form.

"What is this?!"

Ron's teeth were chattering non-stop at the moment, and he was stumbling to understand what the monster in front of him was.

"It's so disgusting, what else can there be? Weren't we still discussing them just now? Of course it is the most depraved and unpopular magical creature - dementors!"

Karl seemed indifferent to what happened in front of him, he didn't even open his eyes, only his voice echoed in the darkness.

"Come on, Harry! Didn't you just say you didn't believe you couldn't handle a Dementor?

Now he is standing in front of you, as long as you defeat him, I will help you think about how to let you kill Black~..."

Carl continued to talk, although he couldn't do it quickly, it didn't stop him from bragging, because he knew that Harry would never be able to defeat this dementor. He had too many sad and painful memories. Although he couldn't even recall them himself, under the stimulation of the dementors, these could turn into real feelings that made him fall into the abyss.

This answer made Ron almost cry. A dementor is already so terrifying, so how terrifying would Black who escaped from their lair abruptly be? Originally, he thought that this year would be safe and sound, and that Black would be captured by the Ministry of Magic sooner or later, but now~...

However, at this moment, Harry couldn't hear Carl's words at all. He could only hear the woman's screams. Gradually, his expression became more and more ferocious, and he almost lost control of his own body.

Carl sighed, tilted his head and looked at the ugly dementor, "This train is about to become a ghost train, so may I ask, are you the dream train conductor Rabinter?"

Hearing this sentence, the dementor was stupefied, who is the dream train conductor Rapint?

He stopped the movement of his hands, and the rotten face under the tattered hood turned around, facing Karl face to face.

Karl finally finished his meditation and opened his eyes. In the darkness, no one would see that his eyes had already turned black as deep as an abyss.

Dementors have no eyesight, so naturally they couldn't see the playfulness in Carl's eyes. It only felt that the happiness emanating from Cal was delicious, to hell with those rags of Azkaban!

"Since you are not Rabindt, then~...go to death!"

As the dementors got closer, Karl's face changed. A thick silver-white lightning flash at the fingertips turned into a giant dragon, roaring and rushing towards it.

The silvery-white light emitted by Leixuan completely suppressed the surrounding darkness, and the lightning swirled in the air, making a burst of "sizzling" sound.

Under Karl's control, the brontosaurus collided with the rotting body of the dementor with incomparable precision, and its rotting black robe was instantly ignited, revealing the body like a zombie.

The stench and hollow mouth kept whining in the flames, and Hermione couldn't help covering her ears in shock.

Hearing this sound, Naiyali, who was quietly watching Karl's operation, couldn't help it anymore. With a flick of her finger, a little bit of faint blue sparks suddenly expanded in the air like a flower bud, and turned into a cloud in an instant. Zhang Juwang bound him layer by layer.

Then the huge net suddenly tightened, and the faint blue flame instantly burned it into a wisp of green smoke. There really is nothing left.

The reason for her doing this was also very simple, she had already had enough of the crazy tones from the disgusting flutes and giant drums beside Azathoth, and couldn't bear any discordant sounds.

"You~...you killed it?"

Looking at the dementors with nothing left, Ron said incoherently.

"It's just a dementor, so what if you kill it? He dared to break the rules and attack the students. This is an act of courting death. Even if the Minister of Magic Fudge knew about it, he wouldn't say anything~..."

Carl spread his hands indifferently, then tapped his fingers, and the lights in the box began to light up again.

Everything returned to the original situation, and Ron found Harry who fell on the ground and passed out at some point.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?! Wake up!"

Ron's slightly anxious voice sounded in the carriage.