The Bard at Hogwarts

Under the gloomy sky, dark clouds piled up like splashing ink, blocking the last trace of skylight.

The air was filled with the smell of moisture and decay, as if even the wind had stopped flowing, leaving only the faint thunder in the distance, which was even more dull in the silence.

Suddenly, the train stopped without warning, the lights on the roof suddenly went out, and the entire train fell into darkness.

Except, of course, in a certain compartment where candles were lit in advance.

A weak candlelight illuminated the small compartment.

"Are we here?" Ron's tone was a little uncertain.

"The train probably broke down. Even though it's dark outside, it's actually only half past five."

Hermione raised her smooth wrist, wearing an exquisite ladies' watch.

While he was talking, a biting chill hit from all directions, making everyone shiver.

"Damn the weather, it's only September..." Ron tightened his robe tightly.

At this time, Ino took out his wand and stood up slowly: "We chatted for a while and almost forgot about them. You guys stay in the cubicle obediently. Don't let the candles go out. There are dementors outside!"

With that said, he opened the door and walked out.

When Ron heard about the dementors, he shivered again, turned his head and pressed his face against the glass to look out.

I saw a large number of floating figures quietly appearing in the distant sky. They were like ghosts that had been stripped of all colors. Their bodies were blurry and twisted, wandering between the clouds.

And these figures look even more terrifying against the backdrop of the rain. They hover above the train, like monsters harvesting souls, which makes people shudder.

Ron seemed to be the only one looking out. If you change your perspective and look at the train from outside, you can see that there are little wizards lying on all the windows of the entire carriage, and they are all looking out of the windows in fear at this moment.

Suddenly, the whole train was in chaos.

But the panic and noise were fleeting, because they felt the extreme coldness, as if all the good and hope were about to disappear. Under such despair, even shouting and struggling seemed to be in vain, and the carriage fell into silence again.

Also affected was Ino. Walking in the aisle of the carriage, he also felt the long-lost fear. It was the orphanage where he was a child. During a winter flu, he was isolated in a storage room, but the children in the orphanage always called it the death room.

Due to the lack of medicine, children with infectious diseases have only one option, which is to be locked up in a storage room and wait to die.

The walls of the storage room are covered with various graffiti, either small handprints or twisted names. But due to time constraints, those graffiti also showed various colors, either dark red or black and purple.

It's really uncomfortable to be locked up in a storage room alone, lying on the cold floor waiting for death.

Now, he found that he seemed to have underestimated the dementors. This strange creature that feeds on emotions seems to be inherently restrained by wizards, and even seems to be a deliberately designed natural enemy.

However, while thinking about it, what Ino also failed to discover was his own transformation.

If there was a mirror at this moment, he would definitely be able to see that the original amber pupils had long since disappeared, replaced by ice blue eyes.

As clear as the sky, as deep as the ocean, but without a trace of emotion.

If you can compare them together, you will find that these eyes seem to be more terrifying than the dementors. Dementors only swallow up emotions and souls, but at least retain the living shell.

But in the ice-blue pure pupils, there is no trace of life, as if it is trying to exterminate all life, and no life in the sky, ocean, or land will be spared.

In this desperate atmosphere, Ino quietly held the wand.

Just when he was about to release his magic, there was suddenly a glimmer of light behind him, and he turned to look sideways.

Hermione was walking towards this side with a burning candle in her hands, and behind her were the other three people in the compartment, Harry and Ginny walking side by side, and Ron at the end.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Hermione's face looked somewhat good-looking, a look that combined courage and trust.

Staring at the burning flame of the candle, the icy blue in his eyes faded like a tide, probably like condensed ice quietly melting and dissipating under the heat of the flames.

"The flames are blazing!"

Ino raised his wand with one hand, and a burning flame rose from the tip of the wand, just like the first time he came to Hogwarts, when he lit a torch alone on the slippery and dark path.

Under the light of the fire, the surrounding darkness and despair seemed to be gently dispersed, while at the same time it also brought a trace of warmth and tranquility.

It seems that people gradually understood the worship of fire in ancient times. Fire can not only resist the cold and prevent the invasion of wild beasts. It can also bring people spiritual comfort and find their own hope in despair.

Ino held up the lit wand and walked slowly through the aisles, like a lamplighter on a rainy night, bringing light to the little wizards in the entire carriage.

Each compartment and each carriage.

Wherever the flames passed, the little wizards seemed to be re-energized, and movements gradually came from the compartment.

As the first bold little wizard opened a compartment door, more and more doors were opened, and frightened little heads popped out, curiously looking at everything outside.

Everyone saw an unforgettable scene. When they were at their most desperate and helpless, someone was holding a torch and walking through the darkness. Although it was weak, it brought a little hope.

When they saw the candles burning behind the torches, some people had quietly joined in, including Draco, Pansy, Daphne, Percy, George, Fred... and even Colin, a sophomore.

Some used the fire spell, some used the illumination spell, and some used the candles made by the poor Transfiguration, and followed behind one by one.

The light became brighter and brighter; more and more people gathered.

The train was not long, but it was not just a few carriages.

The little wizards gathered together. No one spoke at this moment. Everyone walked forward silently from the back. In the carriages they passed, the lights on the top also lit up one by one.

Similarly, although Ino walked in front with a wand in his hand, he did not notice that the flame on the tip of the wand was changing silently.

It seems that only the emotions born in the most despair are the most sincere and pure emotions.

Perhaps, everything is developing in a good direction.

But the story often does not end like this, because extreme emotions are the most deadly poison for Dementors, but also the most delicious delicacy.

Moths to a flame, this word is sometimes not only an adjective, but also a verb.

The Dementors floating in the sky suddenly accelerated and dived down as if they had received some instructions, rushing towards the train below.