Chapter 189: Guardians of Azkaban

"It's impossible, Ron..." Fan Lin put down the book. As expected, it was the dementors who got into the car to check.

He took out his wand and said, "The time has not come yet. We always arrive at night."

"We can't be here," Hermione said, looking at her watch. "Then why did you stop?"

The train went slower and slower. The sound of wheels became quieter, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window became louder. Harry was closest to the door and stood up to look down the corridor. In each carriage along the corridor, people poked their heads out to look around. The train suddenly trembled and stopped, and there was a thumping sound in the distance, indicating that the luggage fell from the rack. Then suddenly all the lights went out and they were plunged into complete darkness.

"What happened?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" Hermione gasped, "Ron, that's my foot!" Harry groped back to his seat. "Did you say the train broke down?"

"have no idea……"

There was a short, sharp squeaking sound, and Harry saw Ron's vague black outline. Ron wiped a clean spot on the window glass and looked out. "There's something moving there," said Ron. "I guess people are walking out..."

The carriage door suddenly opened, and someone fell painfully into Harry's lap.

"I'm sorry! Do you know what happened? Oops! I'm sorry..."

"Hello, Neville," Harry said, feeling for Neville's coat in the dark and pulling him up. "Harry? Is that you? What happened?"

"I don't know! Sit down..."

There was a loud hiss and a cry of pain. It turned out that Neville had sat on Crookshanks by mistake.

"Be careful, Neville!" Fanlin shouted, "Lumos!"

The shining blue light emitted from Fan Lin's wand suddenly illuminated the entire box. At this time, the box became very crowded, the four of them, plus Neville and Professor Lupin.

Fan Lin looked in the direction of Professor Lu Ping. Logically speaking, there was no reason for Lu Ping to still be asleep after such a loud movement. Moreover, Lu Ping was close to the window, and there were already some signs of ice on it. Fan Lin must have taken it as a soul-stirring The window here will definitely be completely frozen.

"Neville, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked. She was a little cold, and then she leaned closer to Fan Lin.

"I want to go to the conductor and ask what happened. After all, the train stopped suddenly, and then all the equipment seemed to be broken."

"Why is it getting colder and colder..." Harry rubbed his hands, trying to bring some warmth to his body.

The same goes for Hermione. Fanlin could feel Hermione's hands becoming cold. He patted Hermione with one hand to reassure the girl.

"Incendio (flame)!" Fan Lin changed the spell. Although he had some resistance to the cold, others did not, not counting Lupine. The werewolf's physique allowed him to perform very well in the Siberian plains in the harsh winter. Survive.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. She had recovered a little because of the warmth brought by the fire, but she was still a little cold.

Only then did all the little wizards react, and they each chanted the fire spell. A few smiling fires appeared in the box, but they were very weak. They went out within a few shakes, and Fan Lin's flames also became unstable.

"What happened? How could this happen?" Ron asked, and the cold that had been dissipated by the flames struck again.

"I don't know..." Harry said.

There was a noise outside, as if something was coming.

"What is it?" Harry seemed to want to stand up and take a look, but before he could get up, the door to the box opened slowly and automatically.

Harry was startled, while Hermione nervously grabbed Fanlin's arm.

In came a cloaked monster as tall as the ceiling. Its face is completely hidden beneath the hood. Harry's eyes dropped downwards, and what he saw made his stomach clench: a hand emerged from the cloak, a gleaming hand, gray, thin, and scabbed, like something dead and It was soaked in water and rotted again... It took less than a second for the hand to appear. The monster under the cloak seemed to feel Hapi's gaze, and his hand suddenly retracted into the folds of the black cloak. Then the thing under the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, shaky breath, as if trying to suck in something other than air from around it.

They all felt a chill pass through them. Harry felt his breath catch in his chest. The chill penetrated his skin, reaching his chest, and reaching his heart... Harry's eyes rolled upward. He couldn't see anything anymore. He was drowning in the cold. There was a surge in my ears, like water rushing against me. He was pulled down, and the sound in his ears grew louder...and then, in the distance, he heard screams, terrible, frightened, pleading screams. He wanted to help the screaming man, whoever he was, but he couldn't... A thick white fog surrounded him, inside him...

Fan Lin couldn't help but become anxious when he saw Harry being like this. That was a kiss from a dementor, they would suck away all your happy memories.

Fan Lin tried hard to recall the casting skills of this patron saint spell, but he felt that his brain was a little numb. It was brought to him by the dementors. It was cold and cruel. He suddenly remembered the monster deep in his mind...

Hermione seemed to be trembling a little. She nervously grasped Fanlin's arm. Her hand felt cold. Suddenly, Fanlin suddenly remembered that Hermione was still behind him.

In an instant, all the memories about Hogwarts came up. That was the first time he saw Hermione, and the troubles they had caused together, the troll, the Basilisk...

Fanlin felt that he had regained control of his body. His arms were a little stiff, but he still waved them vigorously.

"Epecto Patronum!"

The spell that sounded was not only from Fanlin, but Lupin also woke up in time. He did not hesitate, and the two of them cast the Patronus Charm at the same time.

However, the difference was that Professor Lupin summoned a complete silver wolf, while Fanlin was just a cluster of hazy silver light. They were raised together and barely formed the shadow of a ferret.

The two Patronuses rushed out with a roar and slammed the Dementor that attacked Harry against the wall. The Dementor let out a painful roar and was under his cloak. (To be continued)