The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The Hogwarts Express, heading north steadily.

The scenery outside the window was getting more interesting, the sky was getting darker, and the clouds above them were getting thicker and thicker.

Outside the door of their compartment, people kept going back and forth; however, it had no effect on the inside of the compartment.

Astoria is still recounting what she saw in eastern France:

"The weather there is a lot better than England, the sun is warm; but I suspect I'm a little tanned."

"And French food is delicious. Although they don't like fish very much, their oysters, foie gras and mussels are very good. After returning to China, I will not be used to it for a while."

"I bought this dress on my way through Paris..."

Jon smiled and listened, interrupting from time to time.

At one o'clock the food cart came to the door of their cubicle.

Jon bought a row of scones in a cauldron, while Astoria only got dried vegetables and pumpkin juice.

"I have to lose some weight!" She said with a troubled face, "I gained several pounds during the summer vacation..."

"I think you're thinking too much!" As he spoke, Jon shoved a cauldron of scones into her hand: "Eat well enough, or beware of stunting..."

In the afternoon, it started to rain, and the outline of the continuous hills outside the window became blurred.

"I hate such rainy days!" Astoria said sleepily.

"Nobody likes this kind of weather." Jon agreed.

I touched the wand in the cloak... If the original plot hadn't changed, looking at the situation, the Dementors should appear right away.

Astoria took out another three-sided mirror from the suitcase and loosened her new ponytail in front of the mirror.

With blond hair hanging down, she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes, muttering in her mouth:

"Jon, I'm so sleepy..."

Jon didn't respond because he noticed - the train was going slower and slower. The sound of the wheels was quieter, and the wind and rain outside the window was louder.

The train suddenly shuddered and stopped... There was a ping ping pong sound in the distance, indicating that luggage fell from the luggage rack.

Then all the lights went out suddenly, and they were thrown into complete darkness.

"What's the matter?" Astoria stood up in a panic.

"Don't panic!" Jon said as a light flickered from his hand, shining on Astoria's panicked face: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Astoria nodded, and then glanced at the light source in Jon's hand curiously: "What kind of magic is this? Fluorescent spell... The fluorescent spell shouldn't be a third-year spell class for us. Will there be a course to study?"

"No." Jon shook his head. "It's just a bright flashlight."

Although a strong light flashlight may not be able to play a role in encountering a werewolf, it is still possible to illuminate the dark train.

Jon motioned Astoria to stay still, then removed the flashlight, opened the door of the compartment, and observed the situation in the corridor.

In the various compartments on the side of the corridor, there were people looking out.

Then, there was a creaking, short, harsh sound from outside the window.

Jon closed the compartment door, then moved the flashlight to the window, Astoria wiped a clean spot from the handkerchief on the window glass, and looked out: "Something is moving outside, it seems to be heading towards the train. Float away."

Jon hurried over and looked at the blurry shadows in the window.

"Don't be nervous!" He put his hand on Astoria's shoulder and said calmly, "It's alright."

Astoria nodded dumbly, and she quietly moved closer to Jon...because she felt a little cold.

...

He held a flashlight in his left hand, and drew his wand in his right.

Jon could almost feel Astoria shivering beside him, but he himself felt nothing out of the ordinary.

The door of the compartment was suddenly opened... and then a monster wearing a cloak and reaching the ceiling slowly floated in.

"Jon, I'm so cold..." Astoria hugged him tightly from behind, her body shaking violently again.

The monster's face was completely hidden under the hood, and a hand protruded from the cloak, the hand glowing a horrible grey, thin and even crusted, like the arm of a dead man, half-soaked in water. month, after rot.

"Dementors!"

Even though Jon had been prepared, a chill passed through his body at this time.

He began to recall the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam a few months ago, and two Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

"Brain shut!" he whispered in the smallest voice only he could hear.

All the images in his mind disappeared in an instant, and his consciousness returned to the carriage.

In just a second or two, the Dementor had already floated to a position just a few yards away from him.

Astoria behind her had lost consciousness, and she could only feel her weak breathing.

A strong flashlight shone on the face under the Dementor's cloak: there were no features, there was a terrifying, bottomless hole where the mouth should have been...

The hideous face seemed to glance at Jon, then quickly moved its face away, as if a little disgusted; then, the bottomless hole turned to Astoria behind Jon.

It seemed to be sucking something, and a whiff of white breath began to go into its mouth...

"Expecto Patronum!" Jon shouted without hesitation.

A strand of silver threads emerged from the end of the wand, forming a mass of gas... Then, a cloud of silvery aura hovered in front of Jon and Astoria.

Jon didn't dare to summon his true Patronus, because he couldn't control the panda at all... If the magic power goes out of control again, it is estimated that the train will be blown up, and the group will have to walk to Hogwarts.

The silver breath blocked between the two and the Dementor.

To Jon's surprise, however, the Dementors didn't leave the compartment because of this.

It was advancing, albeit slowly, with its face fixed on the unconscious Astoria.

Although there is some fear of this "pseudo-patron saint", the girl seems to be more delicious...

The turbid silver aura began to weaken a little bit.

The horror of Dementors, even a little beyond Jon's expectations...

He took a deep breath and began to recall his truly "happy" memory——

"Death is like the wind, always with me..."

"Expecto Patronum!" A majestic voice came from outside the compartment.

A true Patronus flew into the compartment, blocking the way between the two and the Dementors...

The Dementor quickly retreated, and then drifted farther and farther.

Dementors on the whole train!

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