Chapter 176 Lurking
The train to Hogwarts is about to leave.
Meka Anders walked into a clean carriage and sat down not long before Harry and his friends came over.
"Hey!" Hermione said in surprise through the glass door,
"I thought there was no place to sit. Thank God, Meka, you took up a carriage first."
"Hermione, open the door first, I'll move the luggage in."
Harry urged behind her, and as soon as Hermione opened the door, he moved the luggage into the carriage, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat on the chair.
"What's wrong?" Meka laughed, "Didn't you run here first? Why are you running behind me?"
"Hey, stop talking."
Ron was still holding the door of the carriage, holding a struggling little mouse by the tail with one hand, hanging it up for Meka to see.
He panted:
"I don't know who played a prank on me, turning my spotted mouse into a balloon, and it almost flew away. I finally got it back."
"Mrs. Weasley got it back, it has nothing to do with you, you were just busying around." Hermione took out a thick book from her luggage and put it on the table.
"Yes, yes, yes." Ron rolled his eyes, entered the carriage, and closed the door. "I was busying around, I'm stupid, okay."
The few of them finally sat down. Meka was flipping through "The Monster Book of Monsters" and reading for a while, when he suddenly heard Harry say:
"Hey, I have something to tell you."
He stood up and checked whether the door of the carriage was closed, and then returned to his seat.
"What's going on? Why is it so mysterious?" Ron chewed a licorice stick while teasing his pet rat Scabbers.
Harry took a deep breath: "Have you read the newspapers these days?"
"Yes." Hermione nodded, looking at him and waiting for the next words.
"The front-page news on August 29th said that a prisoner escaped from Azkaban. You should all know about this, right?"
Harry still felt a little heavy when talking about this topic.
"You mean... Sirius Black?" Hermione said the name at once.
"Yes." Harry nodded, and he continued, carefully choosing his words:
"I learned some news about Sirius Black from Mr. Weasley. This prisoner who was imprisoned for murder may have escaped this time and is likely to take my life."
"Take your life?" Hermione showed a puzzled look, and she repeated it once, asking, "Harry, are you sure you didn't hear it wrong? Why did he want to deal with you for no reason?"
Harry took a deep breath:
"I couldn't figure it out, so I asked Mr. Weasley, but he didn't tell me, but just said very seriously that I must pay attention."
Hermione frowned when she heard it, and soon relaxed:
"But he will be caught soon, won't he? The Ministry of Magic has issued a wanted order, and he has nowhere to escape."
Ron shook his head and refuted her:
"That's not necessarily true. This Sirius Black is the first to escape from Azkaban. Besides, didn't the newspaper say that he is a murderous lunatic."
The few people fell silent immediately.
Maika stayed aside, saying nothing. This was not a good time to speak for Sirius.
You know, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, who worked in the Ministry of Magic, told Harry the gossip solemnly. It can be said that the source of the news was extremely orthodox and reliable.
If he refuted it now, it would be a question of whether others believed it or not, and he would be like a nitpicker.
So he chose to shut up at this time.
The whole carriage was very quiet. After a long time, Hermione spoke. She looked at the heavy rain outside:
"This is really bad news, worse than today's weather..."
Suddenly, the whole carriage began to shake, shaking the books on the table to the ground, as if it was stopping suddenly.
The lights in the carriage kept flashing.
The next moment, the whole carriage fell into darkness.
"What happened?" Hermione held the wall, wondering.
"I don't know... Ouch, I almost broke my Scabbers..." Ron had just gotten up from the ground and was comforting Scabbers, who was almost crushed by being used as a butt pad. While answering, he suddenly choked in his throat.
Harry was staring blankly at the window.
Maeka withdrew his hand from the window, and a white mist spread over the window and suddenly froze. The cold rolled over the entire carriage, and even the water in the bottle placed by the window was silently frozen into a block.
It seems that the Dementors have arrived, but this appearance is quite scary... He squinted his eyes, exhaled a white mist, and looked at the carriage door on the other side.
Click...
On the door covered by white mist, a tall and strange figure appeared vaguely, with one hand on the glass door.
"This is..." Harry at the door took a deep breath and took a step back.
Ron and Hermione also saw the strange figure and couldn't help holding their breath.
The whole carriage... no, the whole train fell into a terrible silence.
Creak, the door was opened.
A rotten big hand pushed the door open, and a tall figure in a black robe slowly leaned in.
"It..." Ron almost screamed, but was covered by Hermione.
Hermione stared at the tall figure solemnly.
It, no face...
The tall figure opened the door, and the whole ground was frozen. It seemed to have a terrible chill, and then it slowly moved towards Harry who was closest to the door.
Harry saw its action and shrank back behind the chair, but the next moment, he was stunned.
The biting cold wind blew on his face. Harry stared at the head of the tall figure. There was a shadow there, like an abyss, sucking him in tightly, unable to extricate himself.
The cold began to penetrate into his body, seeping into his bones, and then seemed to spread to his soul, making Harry tremble all over. He felt that there was an ice knife in his head, stirring his brain fiercely...
"No..." He gritted his teeth and wanted to get up from the chair and break free from this terrible cold erosion.
But the next moment, he couldn't even speak, and even his mouth froze.
The eyes began to blacken, become dim, and drowsy...
He felt that the whole person was gradually losing strength, not only physically, but also mentally.
He felt that everything was meaningless.
Both his parents were dead.
Why not,
I should die too... Harry thought.
He completely gave up resistance and felt that he was slowly, bit by bit, sliding into the endless darkness. The obvious sense of weightlessness made him feel a little nauseous...
"Is this death..." Harry slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly,
"Expecto Guardian!"
Accompanied by a whisper, a dazzling light poured into his eyes.
Harry was stunned for a moment, he looked up and vaguely saw a familiar face...
Meka, is it Meka...
No, those eyes...
Consciousness suddenly faded, and Harry fell on the chair.
The surging light illuminated the entire carriage as if it were daytime. Meka stared at the tall and strange figure of the Dementor, watching it suddenly float back into the darkness, and no one knew where it went.
He put away his wand, and his narrow eyes suddenly retracted a pair of yellow-green vertical pupils, and his cold temperament suddenly became gentle.
He glanced at Ron and Hermione who were already asleep on both sides, and smiled:
"Sorry, I have no choice but to let you be unconscious first."
"There is really no way, my eyes are not well controlled, and they have to run out from time to time..."
...
At the same time, in a carriage on the train, the Dementor had just floated out of the window, and a black mouse suddenly jumped in from outside.
It looked up and around, then crawled under the table and chairs and disappeared.
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