Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 174 The Possibility of Flying Cloak

The moment the silver thread wrapped around the dementor’s body, its consciousness was completely dark, and no signal for help could be sent out.

Ulysses stood under the umbrella, moved his right hand slightly, the silk thread quickly recovered, and returned to the ground with the body of the dementor.

He deliberately stood in a remote corner, the audience in the audience was blocked by the violent storm, and worried about Harry’s safety, naturally no one noticed the situation on his side.

As soon as the dementor who was marked by Ulysses landed, it was stuffed into his robe by Ulysses, acting as fast as it had never happened.

Ulysses deliberately or unintentionally glanced at the corner below the auditorium, just in time to see the figure of a black dog turned around and ran quickly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore’s figure appeared in the air. His face was blue, his pale hair and beard were dripping with rain, and the elderberry wand in his hand was waving coldly. Clouds of silver mist suddenly spread across the sky, defeating the dementors. .

The dementors hesitated high in the air for a while, and then a dementor who seemed to be the leader turned around and flew out of the court, while the other dementors were busy keeping up.

Dumbledore did not pursue. He just looked coldly at the leaving figures of the dementors, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Then, he fell to the ground and said to the team members surrounding Harry:

“Send him to the school hospital…”

With another wave of his wand, Harry’s body floated in the air, and a stretcher appeared under him.

Harry wanted to say that I didn’t have to be so excited, but after seeing Dumbledore’s face, he swallowed and swallowed.

He had never seen Dumbledore show such a terrible expression.

“Has the Snitch caught… Where’s my broomstick?”

Harry lay on the stretcher and looked around and asked.

Cedric Diggory smiled awkwardly with the Golden Snitch in his hand, and said righteously:

“It’s me who is in danger…I will ask Mrs. Hooch for a rematch.”

“Forget it, you don’t know what happened to Harry at all, you won with integrity…”

Wood buried his face in his hands in frustration, exposed to the rain, as if he wanted to drown himself.

“And your light wheel…”

Hermione said hesitantly, “When you fell, you were blown away by the wind.”

“Then what?”

“Then…it seemed to hit—on the beating willow.”

Harry paled, and his heart sank to the bottom. When I was sent to the school hospital, I looked listless and seemed to have lost hope for Life.

Ulysses did not follow to join in the fun, but returned to the Room of Request, the laboratory belonging to his bloodline research.

He took the dementor from his robe and stared at it in thought.

Strictly speaking, since the dementor was ordered by the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban’s battle sequence has been written.

Not to mention the danger, they are still serious civil servants of the Ministry of Magic, enjoying the special allowance of Azkaban.

The thugs in this kind of system are definitely not what you want to catch, and Ulysses is not the Minister of Magic. But today, the dementors apparently made Dumbledore really angry. Fudge was too busy to appease Dumbledore. How could he care too much about a missing dementor? Most of them thought Dumbledore was angry. He killed a dementor to calm his anger.

This is why Ulysses chose to start today.

Ulysses had a silvery-white haze on his right hand. He did not remove the Dementor’s hood. After all, he had seen that disgusting face once on the Hogwarts Express. He really didn’t want to. See it again.

Ulysses tilted his head slightly, thinking for a while, the silver-white mist in his hand gradually turned into a knife, exuding an aura that scared the dementor.

Feeling the knife getting closer and closer to him, the dementor moved frantically, but his body was firmly imprisoned on the floor, and he could only feel the knife poke off its cloak and draw it on his own body in humiliation…

An hour later, Ulysses stood up thoughtfully, and threw the knife in his hand, turning it back into a mist and dissipating.

The dementor’s body is between the virtual and the real, and it looks very textured, but the feeling of the knife passing by is like entering the water, and there is an uncertain floating feeling.

Only its spine is a complete entity, and it seems that their body is supported by the spine.

Ulysses looked at the dementor’s spine and kept gesturing its length, wondering what the effect of using this thing as the core of a magic wand would be.

And Ulysses discovered that the dementors’ ability to fly is not their inherent talent, but is dependent on the black cloak.

That cloak is inextricably linked to their bodies, just like the fur of a magical animal. So the Dementor resembles the Invisible Beast in a way.

Invisible beasts can be invisible, thanks to the special power of that layer of fur, it can be used to weave invisibility cloaks.

So… can the dementor’s cloak be used to make a flying cloak?

If it is really feasible…

Ulysses thought with interest, his eyes flickering, and he began to strike at the ideas of the hundreds of dementors outside the castle.

…

In Little Hangleton, villagers still call an old house here “Riddle House”, even though it has been uninhabited for many years.

The house is located on a high hillside, from where the entire village can be taken into view.

Several windows of the house were locked, and the tiles on the roof were incomplete. The creeper crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws.

Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion, it is the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles. But now, it has become damp and desolate, covered with traces of time.

The villagers of Little Hangleton agreed that this old house was really scary.

Half a century ago, an absurd thing happened here. Until now, when the old people in the village had no other topics, they would come up with this incident for discussion.

This story has been told repeatedly, and many places have been added with many conjectures. No one can tell the truth.

However, each version of the story begins the same:

Fifty years ago, when the Riddle House was well-managed and magnificent, at dawn on a sunny summer day, a maid walked into the living room and found that the family of three had died in despair.

The maid screamed all the way down the hillside, ran into the village, and awakened all the villagers.

“…They are all lying down with wide-eyed eyes! They are all cold! They are also wearing dinner clothes!”

She said so.

The whole little Hangleton was immersed in surprise and curiosity. They tried their best to hide their own excitement, but unfortunately they didn’t succeed.

No one was in vain to mourn for them, because the Riddles usually have very poor candidates. The old couple were rich, but snobbish, rude, acrimonious, and their grown-up son Tom was a bit worse than them.

The villagers care about who the murderer is. Obviously, this was a bizarre murder.

At this moment, a black shadow floated by the broken window of Riddle’s house, and said with a low smile:

“Back here again… isn’t it, Nagini?”