Chapter 283 Hufflepuff in action

They suddenly felt bad and wanted to evacuate the train, but a sneer sounded in the corridor.

If you didn’t want to leave just now, then just don’t leave!

Dark creatures cannot be killed, but that does not mean that wizards are helpless against them. There is always some kind of magic spell that can be used to deal with them, expel them or even put them into a state of dormancy and rebirth. Since the monster in front of me has an entity, there is a very direct way to deal with it...

Substantial magic burst out from the body and wrapped around the three monsters.

Realizing that something was wrong, the monsters struggled hard, but those magical powers were like a quagmire, wrapping around them and making them sink deeper and deeper.

Seeing that something was not going well, a monster quickly took out a roll of parchment from his arms and repeated the word "Ministry of Magic" in a very strange accent. But it had reached this point, unless they whispered "Godric" Such nouns, otherwise Les would not stop.

He raised his hands to chest level and then made a tearing motion. The next moment, magic burst out, and the monsters were torn into pieces by Rice's magic.

A dirty, evil aura emanated from their torn bodies, but Les was prepared. The magic power changed again, wrapping these dirty things in magic power.

Les glanced up at the ceiling of the corridor and found that there was a skylight above him.

He waved his hand, and the skylight popped open. The monsters' stumps were wrapped in magic power and thrown out of the skylight, gradually turning into black smoke and dissipating in the cold rain.

The only traces of the existence of these three monsters are the faint rancid smell floating in the air, the cold air that has not completely dissipated, and a piece of parchment that fell on the ground.

Les knew that they would resurrect from somewhere - probably their lair, but were the three resurrected monsters still the same three monsters?

Like the ship of Theseus, are they still themselves after resurrection?

Rice thinks this is a philosophical question. As a wizard, he is not very good at thinking about this. What he is good at is sending these monsters to resurrection.

Closing the skylight to prevent the rain outside from falling in and making the floor wet, Les lowered his head and picked up the roll of parchment, and found that it had the mark of the Ministry of Magic printed on it.

The parchment is a letter of authorization, which states that the Ministry of Magic authorizes the Dementors to search the Hogwarts Express and hunt down the fugitive Sirius Black.

Only now did Les know that the monster he had just torn apart was called a "dementor", and he also understood why no train staff came out to stop them - it turned out that this was the order of the Ministry of Magic.

This is outrageous!

It's not unreasonable to search the train in order to catch fugitives, but where are the Ministry of Magic staff? Just let a few dark creatures board a train full of students without taking any precautions?

If he and Helga weren't in the car, who knows what would have happened. Did the Ministry of Magic realize that wizards were actually on the dementor diet? And you can't provide enough deterrence to them?

Les felt dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, an extremely loud explosion came from the rear of the carriage, and Les knew that it was most likely Helga. He shrugged his shoulders and returned to his box.

At the same time, Hufflepuff stood at the rear of the train with a sullen face. There was a huge hole next to her. The cool fresh air and raindrops were swept into the carriage, suppressing the stench emitted after the Dementors were destroyed.

Hufflepuff sighed: I didn't expect that after a thousand years, wizards still couldn't get rid of the harassment of dark creatures. At this time, Hufflepuff still didn't know that these dementors were sent by the Ministry of Magic...

She flicked her wand to repair the shattered wall, then turned around and opened the door of a compartment near the rear of the train. There were three little wizards inside. One of them, a red-haired boy, seemed to be a little frightened, and the other two The situation is a bit bad.

A little red-haired witch was huddled in the corner of the box, trembling all over. Another boy with black hair was lying unconscious on the floor. His face was pale and his head was sweating profusely. He looked like he was going through something extremely painful.

The three people in the box were Harry, Ron and Ginny.

"Professor, you -" Seeing Hufflepuff deal with the intruding monster, Ron raised his head with an anxious look on his face: "Look at Harry, he -"

"Please give way." Hufflepuff comforted the red-haired boy with a gentle tone, gently pushed him aside, and picked up Harry who was lying on the ground.

After briefly checking Harry's physical condition, Hufflepuff found that he was fine, but the influence of the dark creatures on him was too strong, causing him to faint.

She took out a small crystal bottle from her arms, pried open Harry's closed lips, and forced him to drink it.

Harry's expression suddenly calmed down, but Ron still looked anxious.

"The calming potion has only so-so effects, but fortunately it's very mild - he seems to be asleep now." Hufflepuff took out the wand again, pointed it at Harry, and noticed the cold sweat on his body just now. It disappeared, and even the clothes were dry again.

"A clever life spell, I will teach you later." Hufflepuff soothed the hearts of the little wizards in the carriage with a gentle voice.

After confirming that Harry was fine, Hufflepuff helped him to the seat, and then gently comforted the trembling red-haired girl. There was magic in her voice that could quickly stabilize people's emotions. After the girl returned to normal, Helga woke Harry up.

"What...what just happened?" After Harry opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Ron briefly told him what had just happened. After listening, Harry turned his attention to Hufflepuff who was standing aside.

"Smith White, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Helga smiled at the three of them and introduced herself.

Hearing the term "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts", Harry and Ron looked at each other, with an inexplicable look flashing in their eyes.

It would be a shame for such a person to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Here, drink this." Hufflepuff took out a cup from his robe, and without doing anything, the cup was filled with dark red liquid.

Harry took the cup and drank the liquid in it. He immediately felt warm all over his body, but this did not stop him from feeling that the contents of the cup tasted strange.

"Red wine is boiled with various spices, and a few magic potion ingredients are added - it is a formula given by a friend of mine. It can keep the cold away, keep warm, detoxify and nourish the skin, and can also soothe the mood."

Seeing Harry's strange expression, Hufflepuff briefly explained to him what the liquid in the cup contained.

Harry nodded blankly, thinking that this professor knew quite a lot.

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The second update is here, good night everyone~

Tomorrow's update, I personally hope to be at noon.