A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 224 The Origin of Dementors

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said: "This involves a terrible dark wizard in the fifteenth century, Extis, who was the earliest known inhabitant of Azkaban. The unknown island is blocked by hidden magic.

Although there has never been a shortage of black wizards called "evil" in history, the evil of Extis is rooted in his bones, and he has no mercy for all living things. The species of ghosts. "

Felix said in surprise: "Dementors were created by wizards? Like five-legged monsters?" He didn't know it at all. This is definitely a secret in the wizarding world.

"The five-legged monster is a product of accident, but the dementor is not." Dumbledore shook his head, "It was not until Extis died and the concealment magic failed that people discovered what he had done, but the dementor has become There are only a dozen of them at first, but they can grow and divide like fungi, and conventional spells are almost ineffective."

Felix said puzzledly: "If this is the case, their number should have been rampant and uncontrollable, but in fact they are rare and used by the Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore explained: "The Ministry of Magic and the dementors are more of a cooperative relationship, and this kind of creature seems to have a magical group consciousness. Their number is always maintained within a certain range, but as long as it is reduced to a certain level, They just divide on their own, maybe that's a way of reproduction too?"

Felix almost understood the existence of dementors, and he couldn't help asking: "Besides the Patronus Charm, what other spells are effective? I mean, can kill dementors completely?"

"Very difficult, Felix, very difficult," said Dumbledore.

Felix wanted to continue asking, but Dumbledore was obviously unwilling to talk more, and their conversation was quickly terminated.

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Early in the morning, little wizards wake up from their beds, unaware of what happened a few hours ago.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the long Gryffindor table having breakfast, and a few owls flew in from time to time, and Hermione looked out of the auditorium expectantly.

"Are you expecting a letter?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I bought a book from Lihen Bookstore through the Owl Shack." Hermione said absent-mindedly, "It seems that it won't arrive today."

Seeing that Harry was depressed, Ron suggested, "After your training is over on the weekend, we can go to Hagrid's as a guest. To be honest, the three-headed dog is very cute when it gets smaller. It's the first time I agree with Hagrid's aesthetics... ..."

Harry was also moved, and he said excitedly, "It may be later, Wood should train until dark."

Ron shrugged, "I hope Hagrid won't kick us out again." At the beginning of the school year, because they were worried that Hagrid would be expelled, they wore an invisibility cloak to visit him at night, but Hagrid personally escorted them back to the castle ri, and warned them to find him only during the day.

Hermione was about to express her opinion, but Professor McGonagall suddenly walked into the auditorium, and she said loudly, "Potter, come here!"

Harry put down the knife and fork in a daze, did he do something wrong again, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and Qiqi followed.

"Weasley and Granger... It's good if you are here." Professor McGonagall did not drive away the two uninvited people, she looked at Harry with a serious expression: "Where is your looking glass? It is aimed at Black that!"

Harry carefully took out the pocket looking glass from his pocket. It was lying quietly in his hand, and Professor McGonagall was visibly relieved.

"What happened, Professor?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Shouldn't keep it from you, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "I know you might be shocked, but I have to tell you, Black—"

"I know it all," Harry said angrily, "I know he's after me, that's why he escaped from Azkaban! I also know he's on good terms with my father, even his best man, he , he still—" Harry couldn't go on, thinking of the word godfather, he felt insulted, including his dead parents, were insulted.

Professor McGonagall seemed very surprised, staring at him, "I see, well, I thought—"

"Then you should understand why I told you to carry this looking glass with you, it can protect you." She pursed her lips, "Just earlier today, before dawn, the looking glass in the castle was activated alarm."

Harry stammered, "Yes, is it the looking glass in my hand? But it's always in my pocket, isn't there anything strange?"

Ron also showed a shocking expression on his face. He clutched his pocket tightly and said in a low voice, "Don't move around, Scabbers!"

Professor McGonagall clenched his fist repeatedly, as if hesitating whether to tell it or not. In order to keep it secret, only Felix, Dumbledore and her knew that there were not one but three looking glasses, but now it is no secret up.

Hermione on the side answered: "Professor McGonagall, I have seen it from Professor Haip. There are three of the same looking mirrors. The other two should be arranged elsewhere? I guess it is at the gate of the castle..."

Professor McGonagall sighed, "Okay, Granger, just like you said...one at the front door and one at the back."

Harry didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed and said, "So, he used to wander around the castle gate?"

"It should be like this," said Professor McGonagall. "The professors all got up early and searched the castle urgently, but found nothing. There were no strangers found in the portraits in the castle, which means..."

"He knew he was exposed and ran away early," Harry said.

"That's right, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Now that you know all about it, I believe you are already mentally prepared that some activities are not suitable for—"

"Hogsmeade—" Harry called out, his heart in his throat.

Hogsmeade is a village composed entirely of wizards. Little wizards above the third grade can visit here on certain days of each school year after obtaining the permission of their parents or other guardians.

He was discussing this with Ron last night. He told Ron that he didn't get Uncle Vernon's signature, and Ron suggested that he try to ask Professor McGonagall.

Now it seems that it may be ruined.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him and said with a serious expression: "Of course you can't go to Hogsmeade, I'm talking about Quidditch. To be honest, it's too dangerous to let you train, even if there are other players around Blake did it alone."

"Professor McGonagall," Harry couldn't help shouting, "what does this have to do with my training?"

"Of course it has something to do with it. Black is probably hiding in Hogsmeade, or deep in the Forbidden Forest." Professor McGonagall said the news like a bolt from the blue. "The Quidditch pitch is too far from the castle. Something has happened, and we can't even come to the rescue."

"But, but..." Harry said in a daze. He had already started this year's training, three times a week, and Wood told him ambitiously that he would strive for his second Quidditch Cup as his own graduation gift.

Other players also seemed confident because of last year's victory.

But now that the first game has not yet started, is the trophy about to disappear?
Harry suddenly thought of something, and he said eagerly: "Professor McGonagall, what if there are professors watching us, such as Mrs. Hooch..."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Please..." Harry begged.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall loosened his tone, "I will ask Mrs. Hooch to supervise your training and return to the castle immediately before dark. I will go there when I am free."

She left in a hurry, because of the accident this morning, she had a lot of things to deal with.

(End of this chapter)