The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

A dementor is a 'non-existent' creature, it is not born, nor can it truly die.

More like a collection of consciousness.

This kind of existence that transcends life and death will appear in any rotten place full of death, and their filthy breath is enough to make wizards feel frightened and lethargic.

It was this kind of dementor that forced the train to stop when it faced the misty Patronus Charm, instead of retreating immediately, it attacked the two of them silently and extremely fast.

It seems to suck light and happiness from the surrounding air through a long breath, like a whirlpool, leaving the surroundings in endless darkness and making most people feel extremely cold.

It was an "unconventional" phenomenon, absorbing all the light from the Illumination Spell like a black hole.

Hermione seemed to be aware of some emotional induction, and a lot of negative emotions could not help counteracting it in her mind.

Fear, anger, and passion with Cyrus, the Force was like a protective measure, and the outburst, centered on Hermione, sent Lupine staggering.

The cloak's head twisted, and it "looked" at Hermione stiffly.

Only the positive emotions of the three of them were not sensed, especially Hermione, and the sensed anger made the Dementor think that he had encountered something of the same kind for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, under the terrified and curious eyes of Professor Lupine, the two guards huddled together.

A smiling skeleton wearing a hoodie stands in front of the dementor. It hangs its head, stretches its waist, and a light spot lights up in the frame of its right eye.

"Hmm...why do I smell like Andyne?" it muttered to itself.

Compared with the dementor, sans' size is only one-third of the opponent's size, but just like that, the dementor is trapped in place by a pile of bones made of white mist.

'Skeletons?Talking skeletons?Dark wizard? ' Lupine mentally rejected the idea.

"Dude, you really stink~" Sans yelled, "Are you going to get out by yourself, or are you going to let me do it?"

It didn't know why it said such a thing, but it sensed it from Cyrus, so it didn't bother to think too much.

Although the dementor didn't know what those bones were, it sensed the danger emanating from the dragon skull with its mouth open in front of it, so it could only back away slowly, looking hesitantly at the carriage beside it.

"There's no Sirius Black here!" Lupine's hoarse voice came out of his throat.

Maybe the dementor understood, or maybe it sensed the threat of being dispelled, so it stayed for a few seconds before retreating respectfully and flying away.

Hermione only felt something under the cloak sensing her before the other party left.

With the departure of the dementor, the lighting and atmosphere in the carriage returned to normal. Lupine looked at the thick fog around the two of them, and silently dispersed the thin white smoke from the tip of his wand.

This year's third graders?Professor Lupine only felt that he was not keeping up with the times, but this was not just his own thoughts.

After all, before him, the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors thought so too.

But even more important is their Patronus Charm.

The simple thought of Cyrus' skeleton was enough to surprise Lupine, not to mention that he was standing behind the two of them, so Lupine discovered something that Hermione didn't realize:

Behind Hermione, the white mist-like guard of calling gods condensed into a harpoon. It seemed that as long as the dementor took a step forward, it would nail it to the ground.

But through the characteristics of the white mist that was still gathering and absorbing, Lupine guessed that it was not a complete body.

Unheard of, unprecedented, Lupine wants to write Dumbledore a letter of resignation right now, what does that teach him?Patronus spell?It can't be black magic, can it?

"I'm a little dizzy..." Hermione dispelled the spell, leaning against Cyrus and squinting slightly.

The collision of consciousness and consciousness made her feel a little overwhelmed for a while. If she had known that her soul was so sensitive, she would not have been curious to use the force to sense dementors.

Fortunately, it was the dark side of the force.

"Replenish some chocolates." After Lupine sent the two of them back to the carriage, he went out to help.

When no one was there, Hermione put Cyrus under her body, and Crookshanks also lay in Hermione's soft embrace, looking at her with caring eyes.

"You are also affected..." Cyrus peeled off the package, ripped off one of the chocolate frog's hind legs and fed it to Hermione, "If you didn't follow, you wouldn't be hurt"

They thought it was just a magical creature beyond life and death.

When Binns introduced the magic world, he mentioned Azkaban, where the first dementors were born, together with the black wizard Extis who first lived in the fortress of Azkaban.

The fortress and island were not discovered by the Ministry of Magic until Extis' death, and the place had become a haven for dementors.

"I didn't! I...I just tried to sense it"

Hermione heard Cyrus' distress, so she bit off the chocolate frog's other leg, put her arms around his head, and shared the happy confection with him.

"So? I think you should not try it lightly next time"

"Hmm~ But I seem to have sensed the thoughts of the dementor..." Hermione thought back, "It looked a little confused and restless, probably because of the order."

Through Professor Lupine's shouting, it is not difficult to know that it must be an order from the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, I'm much better now, just a little dazed just now." Hermione didn't bother to get up, and just lay on him like this, she wanted to stay like this until the station.

Although dementors can't see people, they only have the simplest thinking. It is probably that their race has exchanged these things for the talent of sensing emotions and souls.

Just "beyond death" is enough to scare wizards.

"It's unimaginable that the Ministry of Magic sent dementors to guard Azkaban? What on earth is Fudge thinking?" Cyrus could only point the finger at the others.

It would be a disaster for the common man if the dementors let desire take over the simple mind for a moment.

"No way...Maybe Dumbledore lost." Hermione rubbed Crookshanks' hair while drilling back with her head, "By the way, I feel that my evoking guard is a little stuck."

"Is...is it because of memory problems? Maybe it's not the happiest for you" Cyrus comforted her, although there was some unspeakable disappointment in her heart.

"Impossible!" Hermione used a head attack, "If it is not the happiest memory in my heart... I would rather not learn it! Think about what your Patronus said!!"

Her Patronus must have something to do with someone named "Andine".

After the dementor attack, the interior of the Hogwarts Express became much quieter. Even Malfoy had a bitter face, and got back into his compartment with his tail between his legs.

He couldn't think of anything to refute Harry's sneer, because he had literally collapsed to the ground.

"I'm still a bit bored...can you help me?"

"Wait, let me rub the chocolate on my face..."

After the train entered Hogsmeade Station, Hermione sat up and kicked her bare feet. Some warm black stockings were pulled up to her knees, while the wine-red scarf was hung on Cyrus. Adams.

Both of their faces were flushed, and the bow ties under the school robes they had just changed into were crooked.

Then they came to the side of the road and chose a Thestral carriage at the front. After Hermione sat in with the cat in her arms, Cyrus immediately closed the door, pretending not to see Mandy and Hannah running this way.

When they were first graders, they used the side entrance of Hogwarts. When the carriage passed through two extraordinary wrought iron gates, they also found a dementor standing on the left and right sides.

But the cold didn't have any real effect on Hermione and Cyrus.

"Professor McGonagall will definitely lose his temper." Cyrus looked at the tower that was getting closer to them, as if he could see the anger of the professors through the wall.

"I'm afraid I have to teach the Patronus Charm." Hermione thought of her own club.

Although she had already stopped on the ramp at the entrance of the castle, Hermione didn't feel as happy as before. There seemed to be a huge black curtain covering Hogwarts.