The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

　　 The Hogwarts Express train steadily headed north.

　　 The scenery outside the window is getting more and more interesting, the sky is getting darker, and the clouds above them are getting thicker.

　　 Outside the door of their compartment, people kept walking back and forth; but there was no effect on the inside of the compartment.

　　 Astoria is still telling her experience in Eastern France:

　　 "The weather there is much better than in England, and the sun is warm; but I suspect that I am a little tanned."

　　 "French food is delicious. Although they don't like fish very much, their oysters, foie gras and mussels are very good. After returning to China, I will not get used to it for a while."

　　 "I bought this dress when I was passing through Paris..."

　　 Jon listened with a smile, while interjecting a few words from time to time.

　　 At one o'clock, the food truck came to their compartment door.

　　 Jon bought a row of scones in a large pot, while Astoria took only dried fruits and vegetables and pumpkin juice.

　　 "I have to lose some weight!" She said with an annoyed look: "I gained a few pounds during summer vacation..."

　　 "I think you are thinking a little bit too much!" While talking, Jon stuffed a large pan of scones into her hands: "I'm so full, or beware of stunting..."

　　 In the afternoon, it started to rain, and the outline of the rolling hills outside the window became blurred.

　　 "I hate such rainy days!" Astoria said with a look of sleepiness.

　　 "No one likes this kind of weather." Jon felt the same way.

　　 Touched the wand in the cloak...If the original plot hasn't changed, looking at the situation, the dementor should appear immediately.

　　 Astoria took out a three-sided mirror from the suitcase and slackened her new ponytail in front of the mirror.

　　 her golden hair hangs down, she leaned on her seat and closed her eyes to rest, muttering in her mouth:

　　 "Jon, I'm so sleepy..."

　　 Jon didn’t respond because he noticed that the train was going slower and slower. The sound of the wheels was reduced, and the wind and rain outside the window became louder.

　　 The train shook suddenly and stopped... There was a ping-pong-pong sound from a distance, indicating that luggage had fallen from the luggage rack.

　　 Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and they were plunged into total darkness.

　　 "What's the matter?" Astoria stood up in a panic.

　　 "Don't panic!" Jon said while a bright light flickered from his hand, shining on Astoria's panicked face: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Astoria nodded, and then glanced at the light source in Jon's hand with some curiosity: "What kind of magic is this? Fluorescent curse... Fluorescent curse shouldn't be the third grade spell class. Will you learn a course?"

　　 "No." Jon shook his head: "This is just a bright flashlight."

　　 Although the bright flashlight may not be able to play a role when encountering a werewolf, it is still possible to illuminate this dark train.

　　 Jon motioned to Astoria not to move, then removed the flashlight, opened the door of the compartment, and observed the situation in the corridor.

　　 In every compartment on the side of the corridor, people came out to look around.

　　 Then, a squeaky, short, harsh sound came from the window.

Jon closed the compartment door, and then moved the flashlight to the window. Astoria wiped a clean area from the handkerchief on the window glass, and then looked out: "Something is moving outside, it seems to be towards the train. Floating."

　　 Jon ran over and looked at the dark shadows in the window.

　　 "Don't be nervous!" He held Astoria's shoulder with his hand, and said calmly, "It's okay."

　　 Astoria nodded stupidly, she quietly moved closer to Jon...because she felt a little cold.

　　……

　　 held the flashlight in his left hand, and pulled out the magic wand in his right hand.

　　 Jon can almost feel that Astoria trembles beside him, but he doesn't feel any strangeness.

　　 The door of the compartment was suddenly opened... and then a monster with a cloak and a height that could reach the ceiling slowly floated in.

　　 "Jon, I'm so cold..." Astoria hugged him tightly from behind, her body trembling violently again.

The monster’s face was completely hidden under the headscarf, and a hand stretched out from the cloak. This hand was a terrible gray, very thin and even scabs, like a dead man’s arm, half soaked in water. Months and rot.

　　 "Dementor!"

　　 Even though Jon had been prepared, at this time, a chill passed through his body.

　　 began to recall the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam a few months ago, two Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

　　 "Brain closed!" He whispered in the smallest voice that only he could hear.

All the images in 　　's mind disappeared instantly, and his consciousness returned to the compartment.

　　 In just a second or two, the dementor had drifted to a position only a few yards away from him.

　　 Astoria has lost consciousness behind him, and can only feel her weak breathing.

　　The bright flashlight shone on the face under the dementor's cloak: there are no facial features on it, and there is a terrible, bottomless hole where the mouth should have been...

That hideous face seemed to have glanced at Jon~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then quickly removed its face, as if a little disgusted; then, the bottomless hole turned to Ah behind Jon Storia.

　　 It seems to be sucking something, a trace of white breath begins to go to its mouth...

　　 "ExpectoPatronum!" Jon shouted without hesitation.

　　 Strands of silver filaments emerged one after another from the end of the wand and gathered into a mass of gas... Then, a cloud of turbid silver aura hovered in front of Jon and Astoria.

　　 Jon didn't dare to summon his true patron saint, because he couldn't control the panda at all...If the magical power goes out of control again, it is estimated that the train will be blown up, and his party will have to walk to Hogwarts.

　　 The silver breath was blocked between the two of them and the dementor.

　　 However, to Jon's surprise, the Dementor didn't leave the compartment.

　　 It is still moving forward, although its speed has become very slow, its face is fixed on the unconscious Astoria.

　　 Although I am a little afraid of this "false patron saint", the girl seems more delicious...

　　 The turbid silver breath began to weaken a little bit.

　　 The horror of the Dementor even exceeded Jon’s expectations...

　　 He took a deep breath and began to recall his truly "happy" memory——

　　 "Death is like the wind, always with me..."

　　 "ExpectoPatronum!" A majestic voice came from outside the compartment.

　　 A real patron saint flew into the compartment, blocking between the two and the dementor...

　　 The dementor quickly backed away, and then drifted farther and farther.

　　 Dementors on the train!