The carriages of the Hogwarts Express had been plunged into darkness, even all the lights had gone out, and there was nothing but blackness all over the sight.
The young wizards beca disorganized all of a sudden, an emotion called panic rising up in everyone's mind.
"What happened?" Ron's voice with so tension ca from behind Harry in one of the cubicles.
"Ouch!" Hermione scread in pain, "Ron, you stepped on my foot!"
Harry held onto the wall next to him and fumbled his way back to his seat, "What do you guys say ... is the train broken?"
"I don't know ..."
There was a cackling, short, piercing sound in his ears, and Harry vaguely saw the unmistakable black outline of Ron's molded lake in the darkness.
Ron's whole face was on the windowpane, doing his best to blot out a clean spot, trying to find so light from the window.
"There seems to be sothing moving there," Ron said, "Is soone getting off the train? They're probably heading out ..."
The door to the compartnt burst open and soone fell painfully into Harry's lap.
"Ah, sorry!" A familiar voice rang out, "Do you know what happened? Ouch! I'm so sorry-"
He bumped into the corner of the table again.
"Slow down, Neville, just sit down." Harry said as he touched Neville's coat in the darkness and pulled him up so he could sit in the empty seat next to himself.
"Harry? Is that you? Do you know what happened?" Neville managed to find a seat and sat down on his butt.
"I don't know ...," Harry hadn't finished his sentence when he was interrupted by another piercing bark.
"ow-"
A loud catcall and a yelp from negative pain sounded at the sa ti, it turned out that Neville had mistakenly sat on a cat and then been bitten by it.
"Crookshanks, how are you doing? Co to !" Hermione's voice ca through the darkness as well.
The cat was a ginger hybrid cat-beaver nad Crookshanks that she had bought with the money she had originally used to buy an owl.
Ron was very upset that Hermione had bought a cat that he felt was a danger to his pet mouse, Spotty. Spotty had been scared and shivering all day lately, and it seed that even his health was deteriorating.
"Crookshanks, co up here." Hermione touched the fluffy cat in the darkness and picked him up, "I was just about to ask the driver what was going on, but it's so dark in here ..."
"Unfortunately my wand is in my trunk and I can't find it right now or I could still use my wand lighting spell. Doesn't anyone have their wand around?" She asked.
The truth was that most young wizards probably didn't have their wands with them, but were caught off guard by a split second of unexpected circumstances and forgot that they had magic to fall back on.
Harry reached into his pocket and his face sank slightly. He had just casually left his wand on the table while he was snacking, and it would be hard to find it again now in the darkness.
Hermione walked past Harry with her cat in her arms and he heard the compartnt door open again. Hermione must have gone to the cab to ask the driver for specifics, as she had said.
After the noise, the compartnt gradually beca quiet again.
In the midst of this eerie atmosphere, there was no one willing to be the first to open their mouths to break the silence.
A few monts later, there was suddenly a dull ringing sound, followed by two more cackling and creaking eerie sounds.
"What is that sound?" Ron asked in a whisper as he turned his face away from the window.
But it was still dark around him and he saw nothing.
"Is that Ginny coming over?" Harry asked.
"Is it Hermione back again?" Ron asked as well.
No one answered, only a puff of cold wind blew in slowly, carrying with it so of the sll of rotting and festering.
A sense of foreboding grew in Harry's mind.
He turned his head nacingly to Ron and asked, "Ron, where's your wand?"
He rembered that the only reason Ron had used his old wand for a year before at the Dueling Club was because his family didn't have the extra money to replace it, but after Mr. Weasley won the Grand Prize of the Daily Prophet, that problem had been solved.
Ron's original wand had been replaced and was now in the Ollivander's Wand Shop for a brand new one, which he babied to death and carried with him at all tis.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that." Ron said with chagrin.
He pulled his wand out of his coat pocket and whispered the incantation for the wand lighting spell:
"Luminescent Flicker (Lumos)."
A faint bright light surfaced at the end of Ron's wand, bringing so light into the darkness.
Ron raised his wand and looked to the open door of the compartnt, where sothing seed to be standing in the doorway.
"Ah... what the hell!" Ron suddenly scread out.
Harry turned his head to look at the doorway and looked over his shoulder to see a cloaked, ceiling-high monster. Its face was completely hidden under the hood, making it impossible to see.
Harry's eyes traveled downward and what he saw made his stomach clench:
A hand was sticking out of the cloak, a shimring hand, gray, thin and scabby, as if sothing had died and rotted in the water. ...
The hand had been exposed for less than a second when, as if sensing Harry's gaze, the creature under the cloak suddenly retreated into the folds of the black cloak.
Then the weird thing underneath the hood, and I don t know if it was a mouth or not, drew a long breath ... It was long and slow, and trembling, as if endeavoring to suck sothing other than air out of its surroundings.
The young wizards present felt a chill sweep through their bodies. Harry, in particular, felt his breath condense in the middle of his chest.
The chill penetrated his skin and went all the way down to his lungs, to his heart ... Harry's eyes then rolled upwards and he could see nothing, completely drowning in the cold.
Gradually, Harry's ears seed to have the sound of a surging tide in his ears, like a current pounding. He was tugged toward the water, and the sound in his ears beca louder ...
It seed as if the world was changing, and the scene was drawn from the Scottish Highlands to a deep valley where there was a double-story house from which screams seed to be coming ... terrible, frightened, pleading screams.
Subconsciously he wanted to help whoever was screaming, whoever that really was, but he couldn't ... A thick white fog surrounded him, inside his body ... Then a blinding green light ca on... ...
...
Dracula flew in mid-air, and from afar, he saw that the group of dentors were surrounding the Hogwarts Express train, and even burrowed into the middle of the carriages to carry out searches, with every train compartnt not being spared.
His face beca extrely cold, and with a flick of his wings, he shot at one of the carriages like a stray arrow.
With a "boom", the top of the carriage suddenly crumbled.
Dracula landed in the middle of the unconscious Harry and the many young wizards in front of the dentor.
"It's only been a few days since I've been on your case, and now you're getting cocky?" He looked at the dentor in front of him and coldly hooked the corner of his mouth, "Is your disgusting species that unforgiving?"
It was really the happy emotions of the little wizards that were too tantalizing, the dentor originally didn't care about this suddenly descending figure, and was about to continue forward to suck the emotions in the hearts of the little wizards despite the obstruction.
But when Dracula's icy voice rang out in the silence, its movents were halted.
Wasn't this ruthless man on Azkaban's side? How is it that crossing such a long distance still ets him ah?
Whether it was Dracula's action of destroying the Dentors on Halloween last year, or his continuous torturing of the Dentors for fun in the last two weeks, all of them had brought an extrely serious shadow to the Dentor group.
By now, even the dentors who have never seen Dracula have heard about this dentor nesis from their own kind, and know that when it's ti to concede, it's ti to concede.
Didn't you see that the Dentor's Sha that led the way for Dracula is still living a good life now?
If you don't know how to give in, it's not a big deal to be wiped out, but if you're being chased by a daemon, and you can't eat for a long ti, and you can't find the right mood, then it's too sad for a dentor.
This dentor in the middle of the carriage saw Dracula, and was imdiately scared and trembling, wanting to leave this dangerous place.
"Did I let you go?" Dracula sneered.
The dentor's movents froze.
It stiffened and turned back to Dracula, learning to bow humbly and show respect to Dracula, at the sa ti putting back all the escaping breath around its body that might have an effect on positive emotions, hoping to gain Dracula's rcy.
Next to them, Ron and Neville looked dumbfounded.
Where have they ever seen this kind of scene ... out of the scene is simply evil to no end, covered in darkness, but also able to devour people's happy emotions of the monster, how to see Professor Dracula has beco a dog's leg, and also engaged in groveling this set?
"Don't expect this to make spare you." Dracula's tone was still icy cold, "Since you ca to my territory to spread your wildness, you have to be prepared to pay the price."
He raised his hand and waved his wand.
A silver-white light flew out from the wand, drilling through the large hole in the ceiling smashed by Dracula, like throwing a bright teor against the current into the dark night.
When the teor reached its highest point, it burst into flas like a brilliant silver-white firework, dispersing the thick darkness.
Every inch of the firework's sparks never went out, but instead fell towards each car of the train, landing on a different Dentor.
If one looked closely, one could see that each tiny spark was a bat, staring down each dentor, forcing the little wizards' joy back from the dentors with an extrely assertive stance.
The effect of the dentors on the little wizards faded as the black, sticky sky showed a slight aura.
A starlight pierced through the deep blackness and hung over the deep curtain that was the night sky.
The lights in the carriage also lit up, and gradually, innocent, happy smiles appeared on the faces of the little wizards once again.
...
"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?" Harry lay on the ground, disoriented, feeling soone punching him in the face.
"How ... what's wrong?" Harry struggled to open his eyes.
There were lights on above him and the floor was vibrating rhythmically - it looked like the Hogwarts Express was traveling again and the lights were back on.
He seed to slide out of his seat and onto the floor. Ron and Hermione were half-kneeling beside him, and he could see Neville and Ginny leaning down and looking at him with great concern.
Feeling hard, Harry reached up and pushed his glasses upwards, feeling the thin, cold sweat on his face.
Ron and Hermione joined him in both arms and helped him back to his seat.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked nervously.
"Fine," Harry said, while subconsciously looking over toward the door, but not noticing the scary monster from earlier, "What just happened? Where did that ... monster go? Who was screaming just now?"
"No one was screaming." Ron said blankly, touching Harry's forehead in passing to see if he had a fever.
Harry looked around the brightly lit compartnt and saw Ginny and Neville looking at him as well, both pale.
"But I did hear screams ..."
"You could be hallucinating Harry." Hermione said, "Dentors are said to suck the joy out of people's hearts, and in more serious cases can cause ntal problems."
"That was a Dentor just now?" He asked in surprise.
"Yes, Dentors, the monsters that watch over Azkaban." Hermione said, handing him a piece of chocolate on one side, "Have so chocolate, your spirits might be better."
Harry took the chocolate and stuffed it in his mouth, rubbing the back of his head in bewildernt, always feeling as if he had just had a hallucination sowhere.
"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously once again, seeing Harry's distracted expression.
"I'm fine ... What just happened?" Harry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tugged at his soaked clothes to wring them out again, "Well ... what was that Dentor doing just now in our compartnt? And why am I on the ground?"
"I think you were scared or sothing," Ron said, still looking a little aftershocked, "You just got really scary, your whole body froze up, you fell out of your seat, and you started convulsing ... "
"Luckily Professor Dracula swooped in and got in front of the dentor." Hermione picked up on that, "Look above our heads, well, it's rather obvious ..."
Harry looked up in disbelief and then saw a large hole in the ceiling, the darkening sky and a few stars dotting the sky were clearly visible through it.
"Eh ... Professor Dracula ca in by smashing right through the ceiling?" Harry couldn't stop the corner of his eye from twitching, "That's really ... very much his style."
"And that's not all!" Ginny added from the sidelines, "Harry, you'll never guess where all those Dentors that stopped the train went ..."
"Professor Dracula used a spell that strung up all the dentors in the area with a large piece of silver filant, wrapped them into a good-sized ball, and then cast an unmarked stretching spell on one of the trash cans in our compartnt."
"By now those dentors should still be in the trash can in good shape!"
Harry: "..."
True to form, Professor Dracula.
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