Magic Journey from Hogwarts

That's why Fudge didn't hold me accountable for blowing up Aunt Marge into a balloon, and put me in Diagon Alley, with the Ministry of Magic escorting me to the train. "

"Uh...Although I don't want to say it like this, Sirius may not have come to kill you." Aaron said, "He has already acted to kill you. Why wait 12 years? It's too sudden."

"Maybe they are preparing for a prison escape." Ron touched his chin and said, "After all, it is Azkaban, and no one has ever escaped from it before."

"No, no, no." Aaron waved his hand, "It's still suspicious, he didn't resist at all when he was caught."

"Maybe it's because you know you can't run away, and if you surrender, you will suffer less flesh and blood.

And he was still laughing after killing three people, completely crazy. "

Aaron blinked, then spread his hands, "Well, I'm speechless."

"Black will be caught," Hermione reassured. "Everyone is looking for him."

At this time, a faint whistle suddenly sounded in the private room.

"What noise?" Aaron looked at Harry's suitcase, "What did you bring?"

"I don't know." Harry hurriedly opened the suitcase and found a small top-shaped thing from a piece of clothing, "Ron gave me a birthday present."

"Is this a looking glass?" Hermione asked curiously looking at the spinning top.

"It will light up and spin when I hear there are suspicious people." Aaron said thoughtfully, "This is not a good omen."

"Don't think too much about it, it's just a bargain." Ron didn't take it seriously. "A magic toy, a shoddy product sold to wizard tourists."

Harry nodded, and stuffed the looking glass into a pair of old socks, he didn't want the little spinning top to wake up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked excitedly, "It's the only place in England without Muggles, and it has a long history."

"No one signed his permission form." Aaron interjected, and then looked at Harry with some sympathy, "You can think about what you want to buy in advance, and I can help you bring it back when the time comes."

"Thanks." Harry nodded sullenly.

"Why don't you try to ask Professor McGonagall?" Ron whispered, "If it doesn't work, ask Fred and George, they might know the secret passage to the outside of the school."

Hearing this, the corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, "Are your brothers so good?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione resolutely objected, "Black hasn't been caught yet, it will be very dangerous for Harry to leave Hogwarts."

"I think so too." Harry said weakly, "Trouble always finds me."

"It wouldn't be so dangerous if we were with him," Ron said confidently.

"Don't call me." Aaron waved his hands hastily, "You know me well, I don't like trouble."

"But you are the strongest among us." Ron said with some dissatisfaction, "You have defeated the mysterious man when you were young!"

"Low-key, this kind of thing should be low-key." Aaron said a little tiredly. He was confident enough to defeat Black, but there was no need to drag a desperado.

After a few hours, the sky darkened and the black clouds thickened.

The witch pushed the food cart past the door of the stall, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes." Aaron skillfully took out a Galleon from Abe's pocket, "Give me two bottles of milk, three packs of chocolates, four bottles of fruit juice, five egg tarts, and six lollipops."

"Do you want anything?"

"No." Ron pursed his lips, "My mother prepared sandwiches for us."

"Should we wake him?" Harry pointed to Professor Lupine. "He might need something to eat."

"Let's add three more cakes!" Aaron added, "It's our professor's treat."

"Okay." The witch placed the food Aaron needed on the table, "If you don't have enough, come to me anytime."

Aaron was not restrained either, leaving two bottles of juice and three cakes, and piled up the rest of the snacks in front of Abe.

As it ate, it excitedly stuffed it into its pocket.

Its granary was emptied by the owner a few months ago, and now it can store a little bit.

The train continued to move forward, and as night fell, all the lights in the car were turned on.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the wind was howling, and the raindrops kept beating the windows, making a crackling sound.

And Professor Lupine seemed to be sleeping all the time, if he wasn't still breathing, they would have wondered if he was still alive.

"I don't like the weather," Aaron said. "Especially on a long-distance train. It's so depressing."

"Be patient." Hermione looked at her watch, "There is still half an hour to arrive at the station."

At this time, the train suddenly came to a sudden brake, the speed was getting slower and slower, and the wheels and rails made harsh sounds.

All the lights went out one after another, and they were trapped on a bridge.

Roar!

Abbe suddenly let out a low growl, quickly jumped onto the table, and stared out the window vigilantly.

"What's going on?" Ron asked nervously.

"Don't move." Aaron suppressed Harry, who was about to go out to have a look. "There's something out there, a lot, and..."

Before the words were finished, a thin layer of ice formed on the window of their compartment, and the temperature dropped instantly. Everyone felt the biting cold.

Seeing the black shadows flashing past outside the car window, Aaron couldn't help swallowing, "And if nothing else happens, that disgusting thing is about to board the train."

"Do you know what it is?" Hermione shuddered as she spoke, "A magical creature?"

"You should have heard of it." Aaron said lightly, "Guards of Azkaban, dementors."

Chapter 296

"Dementors." Ron was shocked, his face turned extremely pale, "Are you sure it's a dementor? They're not in Azkaban, why come to our train?"

"how could I know?"

"I remembered." Harry said suddenly, "Mr. Weasley seems to have said that the guards of Azkaban will come to Hogwarts to garrison, and they guessed that Sirius might come to the school."

"Good guy, all these jailers were transferred just for a wanted criminal." Aaron said speechlessly, "But that's not right, there's no reason for a dementor to get on our train!"

boom!

The room shook suddenly.

A figure over three meters tall and wearing a worn black cloak stopped outside the door.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Aaron drew out his wand, and the white light illuminated the entire compartment, as well as the figure outside.

hiss!

Aaron felt a little nauseous just by looking at it. He had seen disgusting ones, but he had never seen such disgusting ones.

Except for the cloak, the dementor looked as if it had been soaked in water.

A gray-white bone palm slowly protruded from the cloak, pulling the sliding door open.

A strange atmosphere spread in the private room, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were trembling nervously, Crookshanks and Scabbers also hid in the owner's arms.

"Mr. Dementor, there is no one you are looking for here." Aaron said lightly, "We didn't invite you here, so please close the door."

The dementor ignored it, simply glanced around, and turned his head to Harry Potter, seeming to show great interest.

It began to inhale, and there was a gurgling sound in its throat, like a whistling wind.

Harry only felt a gloomy chill enveloping him, his fear was infinitely magnified, his whole body fell in the darkness, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Roar!

Abbe roared, and a swoop knocked the dementor out of the workshop.

Harry came to his senses, panting heavily, drenched in sweat all over his body.

Before he had time to experience the feeling of the rest of his life, he saw the dementor looking over, and he kept shrinking back in fright.

At this time, he was most fortunate that there was a college professor in this private room. Regardless of whether the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year was reliable or not, he had to be reliable at this time.

Professor Lupine seemed to have heard his appeal, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He quickly pulled out his wand, and a thick white mist swirled at the tip. The dementor seemed to have seen a natural enemy, and decided to retreat.

"It seems that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year is still reliable." Aaron smiled meaningfully, and then put a piece of chocolate in Harry's hand, "Eat it, after being attacked by a dementor Chocolate works better than tranquilizers."

Harry nodded, tore off the wrapping paper blankly, and took a bite.

Feeling his body getting warmer, he reluctantly sat back in his seat.

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

"It's okay." Harry said with lingering fear, "I heard a woman screaming, and for some reason, I feel very heartbroken."

"That's the dementor sucking your soul, and you will see the memory you don't want to see." Lupine explained, "You should thank this cat, if it didn't knock the dementor out in time, you At least in a coma."

Harry froze for a moment, then gave Abe a grateful smile.

"Is it really a cat?" Lupine looked at Aaron in confusion. "I'm sorry, but a normal cat should be like that."

Lupine pointed to Crookshanks. This big orange cat was shivering in the basket, and it seemed that it hadn't come out of fear.

"Of course Abe is a cat." Aaron didn't blush, "I've raised him since he was born."

Abei raised his head in displeasure, it is a dragon, and it has the arrogance of being a dragon.

Aaron glared at it immediately, and pushed down its proud faucet.

"It seems to be an unusual cat." Lupine didn't have much doubt, "I'll excuse you for a while, go and talk to the driver."

After Lupine left, Harry looked at the three of them depressedly, "I feel like the dementors are targeting me."

"Be confident, forget the word feeling." Aaron hugged Abe in his arms, "Compared to other people like you who have lived for more than ten years but haven't experienced much happiness, they are more likely to become photographers." The target of the ghost's attack.

If you don't want to be helpless when facing a dementor, you need to learn a defensive spell, a difficult defensive spell. "

"The one where Professor Lupine drove off the dementors?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That's right." Aaron nodded, "That's called the Patronus Charm, which can drive away dementors."

"Thank goodness." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor happens to know this spell, and he will definitely be willing to teach us."

"It's not easy to learn." Aaron gave Harry a meaningful look, "Especially for you."

"What do you mean?"

"The most important factor in casting a Patronus Charm is happiness or hope.

Not that I hit you hard, but how many happy memories do you think you have of these 13 years? "

Hearing this, Harry pursed his lips.

After he was one year old, he lived in Dursley's home, which was not even comparable to an orphanage. Because of this, his next 12 years were not very good, and it could even be said that he was in dire straits.

"You can think about Quidditch," Ron reminded. "You're definitely happiest when you're on a broomstick."

There was a flash of light in Harry's eyes, "Thank you, Ron, I almost forgot that there are bright spots in my life."

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, and he felt a strong resentment towards Harry's uncle's family in his heart.

This family is definitely not a good place, and Harry can't feel the slightest happiness in their home.

"Aaron, do you know the spell?" Hermione asked.

"I guess I will!" Aaron nodded shyly, he was much better at playing than Lupin.

"Then you can teach us." Ron said excitedly.

"Uh...not available."

"Hey, you're still friends, can't you help me with this?"

"But I'm not a teacher." Aaron rolled his eyes, "It takes a long time to learn the Patronus Charm, and I have my own things to do.

Among other things, I have only signed up for five elective courses this semester, and I really don't have the skills to do it all at once. "

"You also signed up for five courses?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"also?"

Aaron looked at Hermione with a little doubt in his eyes.

He has a mind body avatar, and he can barely take five courses. Hermione is only one person, so it is impossible to finish five courses.

"She also signed up for five courses." Ron said speechlessly, "The worst thing is that she, a Muggle-born wizard, still wants to study Muggle Studies."