My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 159 Patronus

"Hogsmeade will arrive in 15 minutes, please take your luggage and get ready to get off."

The broadcast sounded in the empty carriage. Nelson sat in the dining car, swept away the clean plate in front of him, looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, and saw the surrounding houses on both sides of the railway changed from regular to Strange and strange, sometimes the world is so strange, sitting on a train, from one world to another.

The sky is gradually clearing up, and the inhalable particles in the air are gradually becoming rarer. The pollution from civilized society and modern industry is far away from the wizard's settlement, but from the faces of those nervous pedestrians, you can still see the same as the Muggle society. Yes, the cloud of war, and the impact of this atmosphere on emotions and hearts is even stronger. Nelson can even feel a cold chill slowly spreading from the soles of his feet to the sky.

"Wait? The cold chill?" The train trembled violently for a few seconds. With the sound of the air valve deflation and the sound of the whistle that followed, its speed gradually weakened, and it stopped at a place a little far from the village. The place.

Nelson wrapped his coat tightly in confusion, looked around, took out the menu and rummaged through it, ordered some chocolate on it with his wand, then stood up, picked up the cup of pumpkin juice at hand and took a big gulp, and then Put it down and walk to the dining car door that leads to the front of the car.

At the food intake at the front of the dining car, a box of high-purity dark chocolate was quietly lying there. Nelson grabbed it and left the steel coin of corresponding value in place.

The further he walked, the colder the coldness became stronger, and he couldn't help but think of those saints who he arranged to travel to Antarctica and the corpses carried from the cold storage to the crematorium in the Auschwitz concentration camp .

The tombstone of Jonas, the unexpected semi-trailer, and a green-skinned bald head who wanted to rule the world... All kinds of scenes flashed before his eyes, giving him a feeling of revolving doors. Nelson raised his magic wand and pulled open the junction of the cars He held his breath and looked forward across the junction of the carriages. Several flight attendants who had been hiding in the front of the carriage chatting before were huddled together, looking in horror at the opened carriage door ahead.

The dining car is located in the third section of the train. In front of it is the workshop and the front. At this moment, the door connecting the front to the workshop is closed. Outside the open door next to it, a thick and cold gray mist pours into the car from outside the train. A big pale and deformed gray hand, like a mummy, was clawing at the car door. A tattered black robe was hung on the skinny and blue arm. The sharp and twisted gray nails scraped across the iron wall of the car, making toothless noises. Sour irritated high-pitched sound.

"A dementor?" Nelson found a calm-looking flight attendant and asked, holding his nose.

"Yes... yes," the steward seemed to be naked in an ice cave, hugging his arms, his teeth chattering, his pupils trembling unnaturally, his eyes unconsciously glanced forward, seeing the dementor After the monster's big hand retracted in horror, "It... shouldn't they be... in Azkaban?"

"Well, I read the news. It's a traditional art skill for the Ministry of Magic to send dementors out when they can't stand it. Of course, it's a broken bridge for young wizards to encounter dementors on the train," Nelson said. The next piece of chocolate was stuffed into the hands of the flight attendant, and he asked, "It stands to reason that you should know, after all, it was a search on the train, how could the staff have not been notified?"

"I... I'm new here," the flight attendant looked at Nelson, who looked like a normal guy, curious, but his curiosity was quickly overwhelmed by fear. He blinked and said two lines Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, probably recalling the darkest moment in his life, he suppressed his sadness and said, "I don't... I don't know, I just said... I just said that this job suddenly... suddenly So easy to find."

Nelson patted his head, bent down and said, "Eat some chocolate, you'll feel better."

After all, he straightened up and walked forward. Most of the dementor's body has been squeezed into the carriage. Logically speaking, with its floating behavior, it should have inspected the next few carriages at this moment. , but it can feel that there are not many passengers on this train, and most of them are gathered in the first two carriages, so it deliberately slows down, tasting this small amount of but extremely high-quality fear.

"There are no criminals hiding on this train, monster!" Standing about three meters away from the door, Nelson said loudly, "Except for the steward, there are only four passengers, and the other three are an old lady with two young children." Granddaughter, do you want to scare them to death?"

Hearing Nelson's voice, the dementor moved a little faster. He poked his head in and let out a "huh hoh" panting sound, like a leaking bellows being installed with a smaller pull rod.

Nelson finally saw the whole picture of the Dementor. This two-meter-tall monster was like the legendary Grim Reaper. It was pitch black under the hood, and its face could not be seen.

Dementors are not very intelligent, they can only understand simple commands, and their instincts are greater than reason. They can only feel that there is a young, fiery soul standing in front of them without emotional breakdown, which makes them salivate ruler, and completely unable to control his desire to prey.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire train plummeted, and Nelson could even see ice flowers blooming on the window. He looked behind him, and the flight attendant who was in a fairly good state of mind had passed out, and the others were even more so. Unbearable, it was a mess.

He turned around, just in time to see the dementor grasping the top edge of his hood with one hand, waving the other hand, and lunging at him with its teeth and claws.

"Hmph!" Nelson snorted coldly, and turned sideways. The dementor's movements were not fast, and the pounce was even slower. If the emotions can not be affected, it is very easy to dodge its attack. Dodging this pounce After the blow, he put one hand in his pocket, raised his wand with the other, pointed steadily at the dementor, and delivered an ultimatum, "This situation is now described in the "Emergency Management Regulations for Handling Magical Animal Hazards", UK When a wizard is violated by a magical animal, he has the right to defend himself by all means, and if the magical animal is raised or hired by the Ministry of Magic, the injured wizard also has the right to demand compensation from the corresponding department."

The dementor couldn't understand what he was saying, but turned around angrily, and continued to lunge at Nelson.

"Of course I didn't tell you. I was just talking to the surveillance and video equipment on the train. It has already threatened the safety of too many people on this train... This is the first time I have used it, so I don't know if it will work, at least There must also be a ray of silver." Nelson said to himself, then he raised his wand, touched his lips lightly, recalling scenes of tenderness in his mind - Jonas sitting on his tombstone Let Nelson tell him a joke; under the wheel of the semi-trailer, a child crawled out crying holding a souvenir of the Elder Wand; the blue-skinned bald head in a trance was waiting for him at Hogwarts at the moment with a head of black and beautiful hair ... Then, he shouted loudly: "Call God to protect you!"

The loud sound of incantations echoed in the carriage, warming the surrounding air a bit. A mass of silvery light spewed out from the tip of Nelson's wand, and quickly condensed a scribbled shape in the air, which gradually became solid and clear.

It was a falcon, a falcon with a strange shape, like a seriously injured falcon. It is said that the wizard's patron saint has a great connection with his personal experience, but Nelson looked at this big silver bird and felt familiar. But I still can't remember where I saw it.

"What I hate the most is things like you. I'm so weak, but I just like to bark." Nelson stared at the dementor in disgust, and said the last words he heard in his life, "You things You can only punch the weak, but the strong, you don't even dare to look at it... so weak, so pitiful."

The moment the group of silver lights appeared, the dementor felt instinctive fear. It chirped, as if speaking harshly, while backing away quickly, leaning towards the car door, much faster than when it got into the car. How much did you know, but it was too late——Nelson flicked his wrist lightly, the silver-white falcon spread its wings, and kicked in the air, the feathers on its wings shone with a metallic luster like steel, Immediately afterwards, the wings fluttered, and Nelson even heard the sound of the air bursting, and saw it rushing forward, passing through the body of the dementor in an instant, and when it was about to hit the wall behind it, it He stopped his movements extremely lightly, hovered in the air, and looked at Nelson from afar.

"It's you?" Nelson knew who it was the moment he saw the silver falcon pounce.

There is a small and dilapidated church in the West End of London, where Father Crawford struggled to support himself. He once presided over the funeral of Jonas there: the stained glass of the church depicts a picture of pigeons flying from the abyss to A painting of heaven, but on that day, the sun refracted it on the church wall to create this picture-a flock of scarred falcons swooping down from the sky, hitting a dirty and muddy swamp, The falcon at the head fell on the shoulder of Jonas's portrait briefly as the sun slanted to the west, and saw the last side of the world with him.

"I thought you flew away." Nelson grinned, and instead of paying attention to the dementor that fell on the ground, he stretched out his hand forward. The falcon flapped its wings lightly and jumped onto Nelson's forearm to stand still. Gently pecking at the palm of his hand, he stretched out his hand holding the wand, and lightly stroked the silver falcon's feathers, but this bird had no real texture, Nelson only felt his hand reaching into a ball of sunlight Among them, the whole body is warm.

He put away his wand, and the bare falcon flew away again, but this time Nelson knew it would return when he needed it.

"It is said that the face of a dementor is one of the most mysterious things in the world. I want to see what it is."

It was only then that Nelson remembered the dementor that had been killed with one blow. The temperature in the car gradually rose, and the appearance of this monster lying there was really thunderous compared to its oppressive grand debut. Small.

He walked slowly to the side of the dementor, bent down, and a pungent rancid smell came over his face. Nelson shook his head and took out a small silver ball, which turned into A silver glove was attached to his left hand, and with that hand he gently pulled up the dementor's hood over his cheek.

"That's it?"

Nelson shook his head, flicked his left hand, threw the glove on the dementor, took out a silver lighter, rubbed out a blue flame, pinched it with his hand, and he pinched the flame from the lighter , and then he threw the flames on the dementor, and soon, blue flames a few centimeters high rose from the body of the dementor, and after a few seconds, only a small silver wrapped in ashes remained on the ground. The ball, Nelson kicked it out of the car door, walked to the closed cab door, knocked lightly, and asked, "Mr. driver, the dementor is gone, should I drive now, I don't want to go To Hogsmeade."

After all, he returned to the dining car, closed the door for the flight attendants intimately, and sat back in the previous seat of the dining car. The cup of pumpkin juice in hand had been automatically refilled. Nelson raised the cup and smiled at the food picker in front. While sipping his drink, he felt the train start slowly and continue to run smoothly on the rails.

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"What? You met a dementor on the train?"

Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

Nelson was sitting in front of the bar, with two big feet wearing dragon leather Martin boots resting on the inside of the bar. Aberforth's voice pretending to be shocked came from inside. the sound of.

"Yes, but I feel that the strength of the dementor is not worthy of its special effects." Nelson took out a box of cigars from his pocket, put them on the bar, and said, "I bought them in Central America, I feel like you A wild boy like this should love this."

"Wild Boys? Hahahahaha!" Aberforth made a barbell-like sound, and a cardboard box flew out of the bar and fell into Nelson's arms. He took a closer look and saw that it was a box of chocolates and a chair in the bar. With a creaking sound, Aberforth poked his head out from inside, looked at Nelson, and said, "Eat some of this, it will feel better... By the way, you said it is weak? You can't take the camera Is the ghost a second move?"

"Maybe I just happened to beat it a little bit?" Nelson shrugged, just as he saw Aberforth's outstretched hand, he raised his head and looked at the "wild boy" who looked more and more wild in confusion, winking Eyes asked, "What's wrong?"

"Borrow a fire."

"Aren't you a wizard?" Nelson took out Grindelwald's lighter from his pocket and handed it to Aberforth, asking, "Or do you not know the Fire Curse?"

"What do you know?" There was the sound of wiping the lighter, followed by a scissors' click, and a circle of thick smoke drifted out from the bar. After a while, Aberforth calmed down. He spoke slowly, "This kind of good cigar must be lit with non-magic fire."

(End of this chapter)