Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 151 Dementor

“Professor?”

Gerrard said in a low voice, “But for the new professor, there should only be a vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?”

Ulysses was about to answer, and Millie, who was sitting opposite, said dissatisfiedly:

“What are you two whispering over there?”

“Gerald saw an unfamiliar adult in the back of the car, who should be a professor.”

Ulysses repeated it.

“Don’t be like that Lockhart, an ignorant idiot.”

Gerrard murmured, seemingly questioning the new professor’s abilities.

“Follow him, as long as it’s not a werewolf vampire troll.”

Millie is not interested in Defence Against the Dark Arts. She rolled her eyes and said to Gerald excitedly:

“Rozier, you are in the fifth grade since the beginning of school. You must have been to Hogsmeade? What does it look like there? Is it fun?”

“Alright, okay.”

Watched by Millie’s pretty face, Gerrard was a little at a loss, and said in a panic, “That’s the only place in Britain where there are no Muggles…”

“I heard that there are many interesting shops there. I don’t know how it compares with the ones in Diagon Alley…”

Millie said longingly, last year because of the basilisk’s troubles, students above the third grade were not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. This year, there can be no more similar situations, right?

“Honey Duke Candy Shop, Joko Joke Shop, Three Broomsticks Hotel… Actually, there is nothing particularly fun.”

Gerrard said honestly.

“What about other places?”

Daphne also joined the topic. “The book “Magic Places and Monuments” says that a small hotel was the headquarters of the monster rebellion in 1612, and that screaming shack may be the most powerful house in the UK with ghosts—”

“Are you afraid of ghosts?”

Draco asked in surprise, “Aren’t you not even afraid of the Bloody Barrow?”

“I’m not afraid! I’m just curious…”

Daphne said with her chest straight.

Draco seemed to remember something happy, and a smirk crawled on his face:

“But some people may not be able to go…I don’t believe Potter swelled his Aunt Pig, and his uncle would still sign the consent form for him…Ouch!”

Halfway through, his hand felt like an electric shock, flicking wildly like a wind, hissing in cold air in his mouth.

Ulysses looked at him with a faint smile, and he immediately covered his hands and showed a sly smile, not daring to say any more.

Millie glanced at him strangely, and said straightforwardly:

“Draco, after a summer vacation, have you been successfully trained by Ulysses?”

Draco mumbled “I don’t know what you are like”, and ran out of the car to find Gore and Crabbe. Ulysses didn’t care about him either, anyway, the imprint is not only effective when he is present.

The Hogwarts Express train steadily headed north, and the scenery outside the window became darker and darker, and the raindrops hit the window and crackled.

Astoria was as quiet as a porcelain doll, sleeping in Daphne’s arms. Ulysses closed his eyes and leaned against the window to take a nap.

At more than four o’clock in the afternoon, he was awakened by a noise in the aisle outside the carriage.

At the door of a carriage not far from them, Draco and his two attendants leaned against the door with their chests folded. Gore and Crabbe only seemed to know how to obey Draco’s words. They were both sturdy, full of tendons. Crabbe is slightly taller, his hair is cut into the shape of a pudding basin, and his neck is thick. Gore’s hair is short and stiff, and his arms are as long as those of a gorilla.

Harry and the three of them stood in the car with a bad expression. But this time Della Science was smarter. He didn’t say anything badly, just looked at them with a stubborn smile, and let Gore and Crabbe talk about cursing.

“Snot and feed dead chickens.”

Gore said stubbornly in his rough voice, seeing that Draco had taught it in advance.

Crabbe laughed loudly like a monster.

Ron and Harry were furious and immediately sneered at each other.

Gol Crabbe was about to follow the rehearsed lines, but Draco’s face changed a little when he saw a person sitting inside. He did not expect that the suspected professor whom Gerrard said was in this carriage. No matter how stupid he was, he would not risk offending a professor. He could only snorted sullenly, bringing Gore and Crabbe in a sullen way. came back.

After returning to the carriage where Ulysses was, Draco peeked at Ulysses. After seeing that he didn’t seem to notice anything abnormal, he was relieved, but he heard Ulysses sigh, faintly. Said:

“Draco, Mr. Malfoy will be very pleased if you put your loophole skills on other things.”

Draco wailed in his heart, thinking that Potter and the others were on the train, he couldn’t help but provoke him, otherwise he felt like a cat’s paw was scratching in his heart.

But before he could say his begging for mercy, the train suddenly started to slow down, banging and banging, and the lights in the aisle and on the luggage rack were all on.

“arrive?”

Draco glanced in surprise at the pitch-black window that was howling the wind.

“Not so fast.”

Millie said hesitantly.

“Sit down, don’t get close to doors and windows, try to lean in the middle.”

Ulysses walked to the door, waved his hands at the people, and said softly.

The train went slower and slower, the sound of the wheels gradually disappeared, and the sound of wind and rain hit the windows more loudly than before.

Countless curious heads poked out from the box. The train chuckles to a halt, and there is a ping-pong-pong sound in the distance, it must be the luggage falling off the shelf.

Then, for no reason, all the lights went out, and they plunged into total darkness.

“what happened!”

Draco’s horrified voice sounded.

“Fluorescence flickers.”

Ulysses took out his wand and whispered the spell, a ball of light floated from the tip of his wand, flew to the top of the car to shine, and the car returned to light.

At this moment, everyone in the carriage saw a strange figure sticking outside.

It was tall and large in a cloak, almost touching the roof of the car, with its face hidden under the hood. A hand stretched out under the cloak, gray and white, gleaming gloomily, it seemed to be covered with slime and spots, like something that rotted in the water after death.

Almost the girl made a retching sound behind her.

Ulysses showed a smile. He stretched out his wand and said softly:

“Hello, dementor. Call God to protect you.”

The silver-white mist escaped from the wand and slowly condensed onto his left hand.

The dementor’s movements suddenly stagnated, and the mysterious and strange temperament on his body suddenly disappeared, and he backed away again and again, as if he felt some horrible aura.

But Ulysses moved faster. His left hand, surrounded by the silvery white mist, grabbed the dementor’s hood and pulled it up.