Harry Potter: Super Magic God
Chapter 239： Dementor Strikes
Chapter 239: Dementor Strikes
He had already walked out of his own way, whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, it was no longer his goal. Alone, he will walk alone, and he can only do this for the help of his friends.
"I will never lose to Voldemort." Harry said absolutely.
The hatred between him and Voldemort is insoluble. Without defeating Voldemort, he will never be able to escape, the nightmare that he had been born with.
"Anyway, I don\'t believe that my intelligence and talent will be worse than Voldemort." Hermione\'s tone was very firm.
She has done an intelligence test, she has seen enough peers, and she has compared enough samples. She believes that, no matter if it is intelligence or talent, she should not lose to anyone.
Even if Voldemort is a well-known genius in the magic world, she is also an intellectual genius who crushes the magic world and the world of ordinary people. As for the qualifications, since George can guarantee that her magic level will not be lower than that of Voldemort of the same age, then what reason does she have to lose to a peer of the same age.
"I won\'t be holding back." Ron smiled helplessly, one is the savior, the other is a genius, and the other is the best student ever at Hogwarts. What else can he say, the only thing he can do is to make sure that he doesn\'t hold back.
"If anyone else saw it, they would think we were crazy." Ron smiled softly.
Harry and Hermione also laughed. No matter what they did, the others would only treat them as children based on their age. But they themselves, never regarded themselves as children.
"What\'s the sound?" Ron said suddenly, and he heard a faint whistle from somewhere.
"It came from Harry\'s box." Ron quickly discovered the source of the sound. He picked up the box from the luggage rack and handed it to Harry.
Harry flipped through the box and found a pocket speculum. He placed the pocket speculum on the table, and it immediately rotated continuously, emitting bursts of brilliance.
"This seems to be a sight glass, I have seen it in a book." Hermione looked at this gadget with interest.
"It\'s cheap, maybe it\'s not accurate." Ron scratched the back of his head, "I\'m the birthday present I asked Errol to bring to Harry."
"It\'s called louder." Harry looked around. It was said that a hostile person appeared, and it would glow and turn around. Now it seemed that no one appeared.
At this time, they realized that the train was getting slower and slower and was about to stop.
Outside the window is stormy and dark, but the train is swaying and going.
"It seems that something is going on." Everyone stood up and looked towards the corridor, wondering what was going on.
Through the lights in the hallway, everyone only saw classmates who were also puzzled. They all looked around and whispered speculation.
The train shook and stopped, and there was a bang bang in the distance. This is the sound of whose suitcase is not put away and falling from the shelf.
Suddenly, the lights on the train went out, and the carriage entered a dark world. Only the pocket speculum on the table turned more jubilantly, it was like a night pearl in the dark, shining with brilliance.
"It looks so pretty." George said calmly.
He tapped his fingers and summoned faint rays of light, like candles, floating one after another to the top of the carriage, which could illuminate one carriage after another.
He said with an amplification spell, "Sit down and wait for a while, the conductor will take care of it, so don\'t mess with it."
Listening to George\'s plain and calm words, the tumultuous crowd slowly calmed down by the faint light on the carriage. Everyone feels a little more relieved. If there is anything, there will naturally be a notice from the teachers.
They sat back in their seats, as well as the students in the carriage, took out their wands, and summoned a brighter light to replace George\'s candle.
George didn\'t sit back to his place, he was guessing what happened. Pocket speculum can detect malice, of course, cheap speculum is not very accurate. But combined with the current situation, if an enemy suddenly appears, it will not be surprising at all.
The train stopped, and heavy rain poured out the window, just like the classic scenes that accidentally happened frequently in movies.
If there was an attacker, who would it be? Voldemort hadn\'t survived yet, and the Death Eaters dared not attack the Hogwarts school bus. You know, there are not only mixed-blood students, but also pure-blood students. Once a lot of casualties are caused, even if Voldemort is strong, he can\'t fight the entire magical world.
But apart from Voldemort and Death Eaters, there hasn\'t been any famous badass in the magic world these days. George never thought of anyone who would be so bold to try to attack the Hogwarts train.
"Maybe the train is broken." Hermione\'s voice was a little uncertain. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Although the train stopped suddenly, it was not a good sign, but she could not think of any other reasons.
"It\'s raining so heavily, if the train breaks down, who will fix it." Harry whispered.
He looked down the corridor again, and once he looked there, he could no longer move his eyes.
A monster with a cloak and its head almost touching the ceiling, its face is hidden under a turban like the night.
Harry felt like he had been punched in his stomach, a paw stretched out from under the cloak. The paw was shimmer, gray, thin, and crusted, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time. The corpse that came alive again.
Harry felt his breath freeze, and a chill penetrated his skin and drained into his blood. He froze there, unable to even close his eyes.
He was submerged in the boundless coldness, he sank into the rolling cold current, like death calling softly in his ear, and like the dead circling around him. He only felt that he was falling from the sky, floating lightly into the boundless darkness.
Suddenly, a sun rose beside him, and the morning light of the sunrise, like a rope, dragged him and slowly pulled him back from the abyss of darkness. The blood seemed to be flooded with sunlight, and his breathing was like snow melting away. He could see and hear again.
It was George\'s voice vaguely, more coercive than ever, like a violent scorching sun.
"Who allowed you to come here."
George\'s cold voice revealed anger, and the whole carriage shook slightly.
Ron felt like standing in a crater. He had never seen George so angry and angry. Powerful magic radiated around George, depressed and hot, making him breathless.
He also saw that the terrifying and cold monster seemed to be short.
(To be continued.)
He had already walked out of his own way, whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, it was no longer his goal. Alone, he will walk alone, and he can only do this for the help of his friends.
"I will never lose to Voldemort." Harry said absolutely.
The hatred between him and Voldemort is insoluble. Without defeating Voldemort, he will never be able to escape, the nightmare that he had been born with.
"Anyway, I don\'t believe that my intelligence and talent will be worse than Voldemort." Hermione\'s tone was very firm.
She has done an intelligence test, she has seen enough peers, and she has compared enough samples. She believes that, no matter if it is intelligence or talent, she should not lose to anyone.
Even if Voldemort is a well-known genius in the magic world, she is also an intellectual genius who crushes the magic world and the world of ordinary people. As for the qualifications, since George can guarantee that her magic level will not be lower than that of Voldemort of the same age, then what reason does she have to lose to a peer of the same age.
"I won\'t be holding back." Ron smiled helplessly, one is the savior, the other is a genius, and the other is the best student ever at Hogwarts. What else can he say, the only thing he can do is to make sure that he doesn\'t hold back.
"If anyone else saw it, they would think we were crazy." Ron smiled softly.
Harry and Hermione also laughed. No matter what they did, the others would only treat them as children based on their age. But they themselves, never regarded themselves as children.
"What\'s the sound?" Ron said suddenly, and he heard a faint whistle from somewhere.
"It came from Harry\'s box." Ron quickly discovered the source of the sound. He picked up the box from the luggage rack and handed it to Harry.
Harry flipped through the box and found a pocket speculum. He placed the pocket speculum on the table, and it immediately rotated continuously, emitting bursts of brilliance.
"This seems to be a sight glass, I have seen it in a book." Hermione looked at this gadget with interest.
"It\'s cheap, maybe it\'s not accurate." Ron scratched the back of his head, "I\'m the birthday present I asked Errol to bring to Harry."
"It\'s called louder." Harry looked around. It was said that a hostile person appeared, and it would glow and turn around. Now it seemed that no one appeared.
At this time, they realized that the train was getting slower and slower and was about to stop.
Outside the window is stormy and dark, but the train is swaying and going.
"It seems that something is going on." Everyone stood up and looked towards the corridor, wondering what was going on.
Through the lights in the hallway, everyone only saw classmates who were also puzzled. They all looked around and whispered speculation.
The train shook and stopped, and there was a bang bang in the distance. This is the sound of whose suitcase is not put away and falling from the shelf.
Suddenly, the lights on the train went out, and the carriage entered a dark world. Only the pocket speculum on the table turned more jubilantly, it was like a night pearl in the dark, shining with brilliance.
"It looks so pretty." George said calmly.
He tapped his fingers and summoned faint rays of light, like candles, floating one after another to the top of the carriage, which could illuminate one carriage after another.
He said with an amplification spell, "Sit down and wait for a while, the conductor will take care of it, so don\'t mess with it."
Listening to George\'s plain and calm words, the tumultuous crowd slowly calmed down by the faint light on the carriage. Everyone feels a little more relieved. If there is anything, there will naturally be a notice from the teachers.
They sat back in their seats, as well as the students in the carriage, took out their wands, and summoned a brighter light to replace George\'s candle.
George didn\'t sit back to his place, he was guessing what happened. Pocket speculum can detect malice, of course, cheap speculum is not very accurate. But combined with the current situation, if an enemy suddenly appears, it will not be surprising at all.
The train stopped, and heavy rain poured out the window, just like the classic scenes that accidentally happened frequently in movies.
If there was an attacker, who would it be? Voldemort hadn\'t survived yet, and the Death Eaters dared not attack the Hogwarts school bus. You know, there are not only mixed-blood students, but also pure-blood students. Once a lot of casualties are caused, even if Voldemort is strong, he can\'t fight the entire magical world.
But apart from Voldemort and Death Eaters, there hasn\'t been any famous badass in the magic world these days. George never thought of anyone who would be so bold to try to attack the Hogwarts train.
"Maybe the train is broken." Hermione\'s voice was a little uncertain. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Although the train stopped suddenly, it was not a good sign, but she could not think of any other reasons.
"It\'s raining so heavily, if the train breaks down, who will fix it." Harry whispered.
He looked down the corridor again, and once he looked there, he could no longer move his eyes.
A monster with a cloak and its head almost touching the ceiling, its face is hidden under a turban like the night.
Harry felt like he had been punched in his stomach, a paw stretched out from under the cloak. The paw was shimmer, gray, thin, and crusted, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time. The corpse that came alive again.
Harry felt his breath freeze, and a chill penetrated his skin and drained into his blood. He froze there, unable to even close his eyes.
He was submerged in the boundless coldness, he sank into the rolling cold current, like death calling softly in his ear, and like the dead circling around him. He only felt that he was falling from the sky, floating lightly into the boundless darkness.
Suddenly, a sun rose beside him, and the morning light of the sunrise, like a rope, dragged him and slowly pulled him back from the abyss of darkness. The blood seemed to be flooded with sunlight, and his breathing was like snow melting away. He could see and hear again.
It was George\'s voice vaguely, more coercive than ever, like a violent scorching sun.
"Who allowed you to come here."
George\'s cold voice revealed anger, and the whole carriage shook slightly.
Ron felt like standing in a crater. He had never seen George so angry and angry. Powerful magic radiated around George, depressed and hot, making him breathless.
He also saw that the terrifying and cold monster seemed to be short.
(To be continued.)