Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

They all felt a chill across the body, and the chill passed through the skin, cold to their chest and cold to their hearts.

Like the icy water that hits down, all happy emotions are quickly lost.

Harry was pale and his body was shaking. His expression was extremely frightening, as if he saw something terrible.

When everyone did not respond, he snorted and fainted to the ground.

Ron hurriedly put him to the side of the seat, and everyone else slanted down on it.

Malfoy looked at the dementor in a panic, and didn't even have the time to laugh at Harry.

"Go away, we don't have what you are looking for here!" Ai Wen shuddered.

Hearing his words, the dementor paused, and there was a rotten smell under the broken black cloak. It took another breath and seemed to be leaving.

The next second, slamming, Colin struggled to take out his camera and pressed the shutter.

This behavior seems to anger the dementor, it rushed forward.

"Call the gods guard!" Ai Wen shouted, his wand made a white light, and the dementors were firmly blocked.

Although it was the first time to use it, he thoroughly studied the spell during the summer vacation. In Aiwen’s mind, he tried to think back to the happy thing. The white haze at the tip of the wand gradually built the shape of an animal.

But still a little worse, the movement of this car, attracted another dementor, it whizzed and flew over, the cold atmosphere is more and more dignified.

The surrounding air was frozen, and Avon could feel the light on his wand getting weaker and weaker. He was about to hold on. The nine people behind him were fainting, these **** dementors. It must have been a misunderstanding.

The white mist formed a semi-circular barrier, and Avon stepped back a half step, and the aperture range was continuously compressed.

He gasped heavily, and his hand holding his wand was shaking.

Two more dementors are approaching here. They are like a small black hole, sucking away all the light, breath and emotions around them.

Ai Wen felt that courage and hope were fading, and nothingness and despair gradually occupied his heart.

His right hand trembled and his wand quickly fell.

Ai Wen has reached the limit, the white barrier is full of cracks, constantly broken and dissipated, and the light is getting dim, just when he thinks that everything is over, a weak and slender little hand suddenly holds himself, and the wand is renewed. Raised up.

It was Hermione, and her cold little hand had no temperature at all.

In the darkness, Hermione's weak body stood firmly beside Ai Wen, and the two men clasped together and supported the only light in the darkness.

The other's palm was cold, but Avon felt the temperature, like a faint fire, the temperature of the wire passing down the fingertips, igniting his inner heart that had completely fallen into the dark.

The bright light from his wand is violently enhanced, the range of the aperture is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually builds into a complete patron saint. This animal looks a bit familiar, and Evan's eyes are slightly enlarged. This is not... ..

The next second, he saw a silver wolf fly out from the end of the carriage, the dementor was hit by it and flew out, and disappeared instantly without a trace.

The lights in the cabin recovered, and a strange middle-aged man came in. He wore an extremely worn robes of robes and patches in several places. He was sick and tired, and his pale brown hair was mixed with white hair.

"He is Professor Lupin. I was in a carriage with us. He was sleeping all the time." Hermione whispered, her face was still pale. "What are the monsters just now? And what magic spells are you using? How do I seem to see..."

"A good patron saint!"

Ai Wen did not answer, and he heard Lu Ping’s applause and said softly, he took out a large piece of chocolate from his arms and broke it into small pieces for everyone.

Ai Wen ate a little, and a warm current suddenly spread to the tip of his finger and toe, it didn't feel so cold. He saw other people wrestling Harry in a hurry, and Harry slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked nervously.

"I'm fine!" Harry looked at the door and saw that the dementor had disappeared. He was relieved. "Where did the monster wearing the headscarf go? And, who was screaming? ?"

"Those monsters were driven away by Professor Ai Wen and Professor Lupin, but no one screamed." Ron described Harry's fainting.

"I heard screams and a green light....." Harry shook his head stubbornly.

"Harry, you should take a break!"

Lupin looked worried. He handed a piece of chocolate to Harry. "Give it to you, it will be good for you."

"Professor, what was that?" Harry didn't eat chocolate. He looked at Lupin, wondering why the other person knew his name.

“The Dementors from Azkaban!” Professor Lupin smashed the empty chocolate wrappers into his pocket. “In fact, before I came, this little guy had done very well. Ok. You need to eat these chocolates now, I am looking for the driver to say something, sorry!"

Ai Wen saw Lupin go out and disappeared into the corridor.

When he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at him, even Malfoy, Gore, Crabbe were no exception.

"Don't look at me like this, Professor Lupin said just now, that is the dementors, they are the guards of Azkaban."

"Dementor, Azkaban!" Harry muttered, raising his head and asking a little embarrassed. "Are you still fainting among you except me?"

"No!" Ron looked at Harry anxiously, and he repeated the reactions of others.

Although everyone was scared, but no one fainted, which made Harry's face paler. He didn't understand. He just felt weak and shivering, as if he had just recovered after a powerful flu, but why? Does anyone else have this reaction?

Harry began to feel embarrassed, everyone else is fine, how can he be scared like this?

"Avon, what was the spell you used to defend against those dementors, how do I seem to see..." Hermione asked softly.

"Okay, okay, the spell I just used is..."

"Wait a minute, Ivan!" Ron hurriedly stopped him. He turned to look at Malfoy and the three of them. "A magic that can help us resist that horrible monster. I think such an important thing is not suitable for Slater." Lin’s students heard it.”

"It's ridiculous, Weasley, do you think that I am willing to listen to a mud plant here?" Malfoy's arrogant gaze slowly crossed the faces of several people, eventually falling on Harry's pale face, the two pale colors The eyes are flashing maliciously. "Be careful, Potter, don't be scared like a child."

"You don't have a good place to go, don't think I don't know. When the dementors came in, you shivered in the chair." Ron gritted his teeth.

"Oh, at least I didn't faint, go!" Malfoy muttered to Gower and Crabbe behind him, and they turned the chocolate and turned away from the carriage.

"Okay, keep talking, Avon!"

After Malfoy left, the atmosphere inside the compartment was obviously a lot easier, except that Harry’s face was still white and scary, and everyone seemed to have recovered.

"In fact, it is not a magic that needs to be kept secret. I just used the patron saint. It is a very unpopular, very deep curse that can be used to defend the dementors." Ai Wen quickly said, "I am also the first Once used, you can only release a little glare, and you can't form a complete guardian of the flesh. If you want to learn, I can teach you. In fact, I intend to publish the use of this spell in the newspaper, if Everyone will not be afraid of the dementors."

When Avon just finished, he suddenly thought of the patron saint that appeared at the last moment. It seemed to be...

He shook his head, it should be an illusion, how could it be that kind of thing.