Hufflepuff never works overtime

As if echoing her premonition, the jolting train stopped unconsciously. If Hermione hadn't noticed a change in the direction of the raindrops, she might not even have noticed this anomaly.

Judging from the running time of the train, they must not have arrived at their destination. Hermione's arm around Faise tightened a bit, and when she felt the other's still breathing steadily, she silently pulled out the cloth hidden in the robe with her other hand. The magic wand in the room was pointed at the door of the box defensively.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered a few times and went out without warning, her heart suddenly tightened, and she could vaguely hear uneasy or frightened inquiries from the next room.

After a moment of hesitation, Hermione still shook Faise's body and chose to wake her up.

"Face, wake up...there seems to be something wrong with the train."

Faith didn't sleep well this time, even after waking up, her hypothermia didn't improve at all, but the current situation couldn't help her to think so much, before her dull brain reacted, she subconsciously He drew his wand and held it in his hand.

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Chapter 180 Dementors

"Do you feel better?"

Hearing Faith's murmur, as if she was struggling to sit up, Hermione quickly helped her up, "The train stopped suddenly for some reason, and then the lights in the car went out, we have to be careful, It’s not good if someone wants to hijack a car.”

In the darkness, Faise tried to open her eyes wide, but she could only vaguely see Hermione's side face. She sat up with her hands that were almost numb from the cold, and as part of the clothes on her body slipped off, she took away her few of heat.

Cold is the only thought in her head now.

"Fortunately it was just the lights went out, I thought I was blind at first."

Hearing the other party's joke, Hermione thought that Faise's condition had indeed improved after sleeping, and she was really relieved. She carefully let the other party lean on the seat, and she stood up holding the wand.

But if there was a little light in the room, she might have noticed Faise's trembling lips when she said these words, and the subconscious movements of the other party's arms folded and curled up.

"I'm a little worried about Harry and Ron. The current emergency may be aimed at Harry," Hermione frowned and rubbed her hands. She found that the low temperature gradually eroded the carriage and herself, and the rain outside the window Instead of falling, a thin layer of ice crystals slowly condenses from the corner of the glass towards the center.

"Damn it... Could it be that someone cast a freezing spell on the entire train?" She jumped on the spot, trying to maintain her body temperature through exercise, although she really wanted to use the flame spell to make herself and Fei Si felt better, but lighting a fire in such a dim environment would undoubtedly become an extremely conspicuous target.

"Potter?" Faith tried her best to force a question out of her throat. She rubbed her aching head, and didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Every time she inhales, the cold air will scramble into her lungs, which makes Faise feel very painful, as if a pair of sharp claws are constantly tearing at her internal organs; Her remaining warmth seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands around her neck.

"Mr. Weasley once told Harry to be careful during the summer vacation, saying that Sirius might be aiming at him this time. Damn... why is Ron's temper always so unlucky?"

Hermione couldn't help complaining a few words. From the beginning, there were a few screams and running sounds in the corridor, which made her feel more uneasy. Although she really wanted to go outside to see what happened, Fei Si's situation made her dare not leave the other party even one step.

"Face? Are you all right? Don't you suddenly stop answering me?"

Hermione's heart tightened suddenly when she didn't hear the other party's reply. She hurriedly turned around and squatted in front of the other party, holding Faise's face in her hands, hoping to confirm that the other party's consciousness was still alive.

The cold wind blows into the box from the gap between the door and the window, and the temperature in the room has dropped to an unbearable level for ordinary people. In the dark environment, Hermione can only hear the sudden rapid breathing of the person in front of her.

The sparse moonlight outlined the emerald-like eyes of the other party, but at this moment, those eyes were full of panic and anxiety, just like the eyes of seeing a ghost in a horror movie.

Because she couldn't make a sound, Faise could only shake her head constantly. She patted Hermione's shoulder with her hand, and pointed her wand at the carriage door tremblingly with the other hand.

Something is about to break in.

After realizing what Faith wanted to express to herself, Hermione immediately turned her head and saw a scene that would leave a lifetime of shadows—a hand with gray complexion, covered with mucus and spots was resting on theirs. Outside the box, the owner of the hand is a monster whose body reaches the ceiling. Its body is covered by a tattered black cloak, but at the end of the cloak there are no feet that should be on the ground.

"Dementors!"

Hermione felt like she was about to stop breathing. She had seen descriptions of this monster in books, but she never thought that she would see the real thing one day.

"Damn it, shouldn't they be guards in Azkaban? Why did they come here?"

Hermione is also not sure that the creature outside the door is a dementor instead of Sirius. Does this discovery make her feel more relaxed, because she knows that although a dementor is a creature used by the Ministry of Magic to guard the prisoners of Azkaban Guards, but they have no concept of good and evil at all, and there is no so-called object of allegiance.

They just feed off of people's pleasure and are dark creatures that are even portrayed in the books as the ugliest beings in the world.

"I will protect your Faise, don't be afraid."

Hermione stood in front of Faise, even though her own voice was trembling a little, it didn't stop her from aiming the wand in her hand at the dementor outside the door.

"I warn you, go back to where you should be, this is not where you should be."

A glare of light suddenly appeared in the air outside the window, illuminating the entire carriage for a moment, and allowing them to see the real appearance of the dementors—they were covered with a layer of thin skin covered with ash scabs, and the two were empty. The eye sockets and the large irregular holes below, if they can be called mouths, constitute their faces - half a second later, a loud noise followed.

Although the books say that Dementors don't have sight, Hermione thinks it might not be able to hear either.

Even with his own warning, the monster still stretched out its sharp hand bones to the door handle, and the carriage door was pulled open little by little without touching it.

With the movement of that hand, the old carriage door kept making "squeaky" resistance sounds, but it couldn't form a line of defense at all, and the cloak floating in the air had already crept into the compartment without a sound.

Crookshanks behind him let out a shrill cry. Hermione still couldn't figure out why the dementors suddenly attacked them. , must rely on the Patronus Charm, but she has never learned this spell.

After the monster entered the car, an invisible pressure made Faise almost out of breath. She began to uncontrollably recall those bad memories in the past, negative emotions danced wildly in her mind, all kinds of malice intertwined, auditory hallucinations And the phantom even made her tinnitus.

Faith tightly grasped the wand in her hand, the veins on the back of her delicate and white hands bulged, and her slightly parted lips let out more and more rapid breathing.

Hermione stood in front of the dementor, but was surprised to find that she hadn't been attacked. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly found that there was a hazy line connected from the big hole in the dementor's face to her back.

It just so happened that Faith's uncomfortable cough came into her ears, and when Hermione turned her head in horror, she found that the other party had already covered her chest and closed her eyes, and then knelt down on the ground, her thin body twitching continuously on the floor.

Chapter 180 Remus John Lupine

"Damn!"

Hermione didn't know what the monster in front of her had done to Faith, but she knew it must be something bad. She was eager to get rid of the dementor, but she didn't notice that her emotions and thinking ability had been affected .

Anger and despair occupied her heart, and with a yell, Hermione almost threw all the magic that could be thought of that might work.

"All immobilized /lmmobulus/, all petrified /Petrificus Totalus/, suspended flip /Everte Statum/"

Three consecutive rays of light accurately hit the dementor, but failed to cause any damage to it, and even the tattered robe could not be shaken. The three-meter-long monster floating in the air was like a layer of materialized haze , covering the two of them.

"Quick Imprisonment /Incarcerous/"

The moment the rope protruding from the top of the wand was about to touch the dementor, it seemed like a snake that had been hit seven inches suddenly, and fell limply to the ground. The dementor also noticed the little one who disturbed its eating Guy, it stopped its constant clucking and turned its empty eyelids in Hermione's direction.

"why?"

It was an angry question, and Hermione didn't know what she wanted to ask, why did the dementors come to attack them?Why didn't the spells I learned didn't work?Why no one came to help them?Why?

Casting four spells in a row—although it was useless—Hermione felt her energy was drained instantly, and the nerves in her head were throbbing with pain. She stared at the dementor's brown eyes. The pain became deeper and deeper, and the whites of the eyes even burst out a little bloodshot because of anger.

The tattered cloak was fluttering in the wind, and it was impossible for the dementor to answer her questions. Under the light of the lightning that almost split the sky, Hermione could see the hand bone shining with eerie light gradually stretching towards her.

It seemed that a transparent veil surrounded her, stimulating her angry nerves. Those ridicules, jealousy, and bad experiences came back, and that strong suction tried to suck her consciousness into the mud.

It was a feeling almost tormented. While her consciousness was still struggling to support her body, her body surrendered to the devil in front of her. Hermione half knelt on the ground, feeling half of her body being torn apart. The hand holding the wand No more strength to lift it up.

She doesn't want to give up resistance, there are people behind her to protect...

"Expecto Patronum/"

A steady male voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, like a thunderbolt in a desperate situation. In Hermione's blurred vision, a silver-white wolf stepped on a fog-like light curtain and rushed straight at the dementor in front of her. The monster, unresponsive to her spells, now met its natural enemy, its black cloak as if stuffed into a washing machine.

Most of the anxiety and despair that drove her crazy disappeared in an instant, symbolizing that the ominous monster retreated from the box in a panic under the expulsion of the silver light, and was expelled together with the fear it brought.

"Cough...cough cough, huh..." Hermione didn't care about her own image, she just clutched her throat and greedily inhaled air into her lungs. Even though her frostbitten throat hurt and coughed, she couldn't stop.

After her condition improved slightly, she didn't even have time to stand up, and immediately went back to check on Faise's situation.

I saw the other party curled up on the ground clutching his chest, most of his beautiful face was covered by messy long hair, and there was still pain and fear that couldn't be hidden on his face.

Reluctantly lifting Faise's upper body with limp hands, Hermione could hardly control her trembling. Because of this, it took her quite a long time to finally confirm that the other's chest was rising and falling. This discovery It was as if a shot of tranquilizer hit her heart, and then, tears burst out of her eyes as if she didn't want money.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

At the same time, amidst the chaotic footsteps in the corridor, someone came to the door of their carriage, and it was Ron.

Hermione didn't care about her hands that might get dusty, and wiped her eyes indiscriminately, without gnawing, just shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Even though Ron and Harry are Hermione's closest friends in Gryffindor, they haven't seen this scene. It's rare to see Miss Granger in such a mess. Ron thinks it's worse than seeing a dementor. To be scary, the boy stood there at a loss and could only comfort the other party in a low voice.

"I, I haven't seen you cry before." Ron helped Hermione help Faise to the seat. He saw that the other party calmed down a little, and asked tentatively, "you...are you also... Dementor attack?"

Hermione nodded silently, her voice was briefly choked up by sobs, or maybe it was because of the frostbite in her throat that she didn't want to speak, she slowly bent down, put her ear close to Faith's chest, and quietly lay on Faise's body , Listen to the steady heartbeat in the chest of the other party, so as to drive away the inner anxiety.

Seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help taking two steps back. He even stuck his head out of the box door to see if there was anything else that needed help. He always felt that it seemed a bit weird to stay here.

"You said you were attacked, ahem...how is Harry?"

Hermione quickly returned to her usual state, except for her still red nose and hoarse voice, which showed how much stress she had suffered not long ago.

"He was 'kissed' by a dementor, and then passed out just like Orest. Fortunately, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was in the same carriage as us, and he helped us expel the dementor." Luo En shrugged his shoulders and added, "Neville and Ginny just barged in when the lights were off. They are helping take care of Harry now. I'm a little worried about your situation, so I'll come and see."

"Thank you..." Hermione raised her head and forced a smile to the other party.

"You're welcome, who made us friends?" Ron saw Crookshanks walking back and forth beside the unconscious Faith, licking her cheeks with his tongue from time to time, and turned his head a little uncomfortably, "Is she all right?" ?”

"I don't know," Hermione frowned and touched Tenfays's forehead with her hand. It was still cold and didn't seem to be getting better, which made her a little anxious. "Can you take me to find that professor?" Is it? I want to ask him about Faise..."

"She'll be fine, don't worry, kid."

A middle-aged man dressed in a gray-black wizard robe full of patches, with a rough beard and hair came in. Different from his slightly decadent attire, his dark green pupils were full of determination, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and With a calm tone, people can't help but want to believe his words.

"Remus John Lupine, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you can call me Professor Lupine."

Chapter 180 Chocolate

"Where are you?"

The white air exhaled from the mouth dissipated invisible into the night with more and more rapid panting. The short girl stumbled on the road covered with ice and snow. Everywhere she could see was endless white. And the series of shallow footprints behind him were buried again in the falling snow.

"Dad? Mom?"

The girl didn't know what she was looking for aimlessly. Her chaotic brain and body that was so cold that she almost lost consciousness made her want to stop several times, but she kept walking forward because of the inexplicable obsession in her heart. Row.

The pain spread from the limbs to the heart, and the hot tears slowly slid down the cheeks. When they fell on the snow, they turned into a small pit. The ever-same scenery and the sense of confusion in her heart made her every step feel like she was on the tip of a knife. move.

She was looking for something very important...something that could get her out of this predicament, feel warm, very important...

what is itwho is it?

Snowflakes fell on her body and continuously sucked away her precious heat. The surrounding sky became darker and darker, and the roads she could see became narrower and narrower. Finally, the thin body could not resist the icy cry and fell forward feebly. .

The soft snow can't wait to invade the girl's nose and mouth. She seems to be trapped in a quagmire. The more she struggles, the faster her limbs lose temperature. The whole body seems to have been buried in the snow, and the feeling of suffocation is almost Made her lungs explode.

Just when she was about to give up struggling and let the god of death come to take her life, a weak and indistinct voice came into her aching ears from the cold.

"Faye..."

Suddenly, the snow that was pressing on her body that made her unable to move was dug up bit by bit, and a pair of warm hands rescued her from the cocoon made of ice and snow. The whistling wind no longer blocked her hearing, and the familiar voice was replaced into the ears clearly.

"Face...wake up..."

A gap was dug out in the sealed memory, and it only took a few seconds for the consciousness to go from confusion to sobriety. The surrounding snow and chill quickly subsided, and the body gradually regained control.

Faise tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, her almost dilated pupils focused on the scene in front of her.

The brown-haired girl's face was no more than an inch away from her, so clear that she could see the worry and ecstasy in the other's eyes at a glance, and even the slightly trembling, slender and thin eyelashes of the other party, which made Faise's little heart that had not yet calmed down suddenly twitch Shrinking, almost falling asleep again.

Hermione was not in the mood to care about these things, and when she found that Yoyo woke up, she excitedly reached out and hugged Faise's upper body, letting her body temperature and excitement be directly conveyed to the other person.

"It's great that you finally woke up. Professor Lupine said you're fine, but you can't wake up no matter what. You're almost terrified of me."

The warm current with moisture hit the side of her neck, which made Faise's pale face rosy in an instant, her heart was beating uneasily, and the place touched by the other party seemed to have fire licking her skin.

It seems a little too hot.

Although she wanted to say something to Hermione, but the trembling lips and dry throat made Faise unable to utter a complete syllable, she could only reach out and hug her back, and pat her gently a few times to comfort her. .

Of course, such behavior did not stop Hermione from expressing her excitement, as if the uneasiness would not dissipate if she did not share it with the other party, Miss Granger described what had just happened to Faith incessantly, and she even There was no chance for the two boys and the professor on the opposite side to interject.

Knowing that this was Hermione's way of venting, Faise didn't choose to interrupt her—but she couldn't open her mouth now, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't do it—just raised the corners of her mouth, responding to the description of the other party's dancing with her expression.

I don't know if the other party is deliberately trying to be funny, but when Hermione imitated the erratic movements with both hands and shook her head to reproduce the dementor's behavior, Faise couldn't help grinning silently.

It's so unreal, it might be more fitting to say that it's a drunk octopus.

Extreme joy begets sorrow, the already chapped lips couldn't stand her tossing, blood flowed down from the lips, which frightened the little lion, she thought the other party was vomiting blood from laughing.

There was a commotion in the carriage again, and Faith gestured for a while, but Harry, who was beside her, understood what she meant, and handed her the warm water he had prepared long ago.