Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The Dementors gradually approached the train, and their hideous appearance looked even more terrifying in the dim light.

It slid lightly towards the front door of the carriage, as if trying to squeeze in through the entrance.

Not only Amanta and the other two, but the other students in the carriage were also obviously aware of the arrival of the Dementors. Many students screamed in fear and fled everywhere, trying to find a safe place.

Some people hid under the seats, while others ran to the carriages in front and behind the train.

The atmosphere on the train became tense and terrifying, as if a nightmare was about to happen.

Not only did the temperature drop, but as the Dementors approached, the air seemed to be filled with an atmosphere of despair and terror, as if it was going to suck away all the happiness and warmth.

Draco suddenly grabbed Amanta's arm tightly, and Amanta felt his hand trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid, Draco." Amanta tried to keep her voice calm, "They are just guards from Azkaban, they'll be fine."

"I'm not scared." Draco said through gritted teeth, "It's just that these things are too disgusting."

The Dementor seemed to be about to open the car door. They couldn't see its hands under the black robe, but they could hear the car door as if it was being pried open by something heavy, making a harsh creaking sound of metal friction.

They could clearly feel the evil aura emanating from them.

Amanta's face also began to turn pale, and she felt her heartbeat accelerating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

She reached inside her robe and gripped her wand tightly. Although she had already mastered the Patronus Charm, she was not 100% sure that she could cast it perfectly when facing the Dementors directly.

She glanced at Harry who was sitting opposite her. He had a look of fear on his face and kept swallowing, as if trying to swallow the fear.

Amanta's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something to comfort Harry and Draco, but she herself was overwhelmed by inexplicable fear and couldn't say a word.

There was a sudden slight explosion in front, and Amanta leaned sideways from the door of the carriage to check.

After the sound, a trembling light illuminated the corridor of the train. A man stood at the end of the corridor holding a wand, and the light of the wand illuminated his face.

The middle-aged man was wearing a tattered wizard robe with several obvious patches on it. He looked sickly and had a pale face. Although he was not very old, his light brown hair had already turned a little gray.

For some reason, Amanta immediately recognized him as Professor Lupin - after all, there weren't many professors wearing patched clothes.

"Stay still."

Professor Lupin ordered in a hoarse voice.

Then he raised his wand and slowly walked down the aisle to the door of the carriage.

But before Professor Lupin could reach the door, the sliding door slowly opened.

In the reflection of the light in Lupin's hand, a tall cloaked figure could be seen standing at the door. Amanta glanced down and suddenly felt nauseous and her stomach churned.

A gray hand stretched out from under the cloak, shining with a disgusting, sticky luster, like something that had rotted in water...

But the hand immediately retracted, and the Dementor took a very long, slow breath, with a gurgling sound in its throat, as if it was breathing in more than just air.

A biting cold suddenly came over us, and the train seemed to be frozen. The cold was not like the winter cold, but a cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The robe was of no use at all. The cold penetrated freely through the cuffs, then seeped into the skin, and then extended to the muscles and blood.

Amanta felt as if her internal organs were frozen, and the situation seemed a little bad... She glanced to the side.

"boom--"

Harry fell straight down, twitching all over.

"Harry!"

She and Draco quickly squatted down and tried to help Harry up, but Harry's face was pale and he seemed to have lost consciousness.