Hogwarts lazy snake

The atmosphere in the classroom was already tense like a drawn bowstring, with danger lurking everywhere. A Dementor, like a ghost in the dark night, took advantage of the moment when Professor Snape was concentrating on saving people and had no time to pay attention to other things, and sneaked into the classroom silently.

Ah!

It brought with it a bone-chilling chill, and its rotten cloak dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound. It approached the panicked little wizards step by step, and the little wizards also screamed.

The more frightened the little wizards were, the more excited the Dementor became.

Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be frozen, and fear spread rapidly among the people like an epidemic.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Horn in the crowd had a flash of determination in his eyes, and he stood up as nimbly as a cheetah. He clenched the wand in his hand tightly as if by telepathy, and uttered a sonorous spell. At the same time, he turned his wrist nimbly, drawing a neat arc and completing a complex gesture.

In an instant, the tip of the magic wand shone brightly, just like silver fireworks exploding in the night sky. A unique magical wave surged out and condensed into a silver-white mist-like guardian.

The guardian angel was like a lively cloud, floating out lightly, extending and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a moment, it gently wrapped up the group of little wizards.

Although it is not a physical entity, it seems to have actual temperature, emitting warm light, dispelling the gloomy chill brought by the Dementors, just like the warm spring sun penetrating the haze, giving shelter and comfort to everyone.

The faces of the little wizards, which were originally as pale as paper, gradually took on a rosy color under the reflection of this light, and a bit of hope appeared in their frightened eyes.

Ron stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly opened, watching the arrogant Dementor. The moment it came into contact with the misty Patronus, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall of steel. Its body trembled violently, and a hint of fear seemed to be revealed in the hollowness on its face. It then fled in a panic, as fast as a hare being chased by a hunter.

He subconsciously exclaimed: "Wow, I didn't expect Horn to have such a powerful method. This Patronus spell is amazing!"

His words were full of admiration, and his eyes looking at Horn were full of respect.

Harry stood aside, also bathed in the warm glow of the Patronus Charm, feeling the power that dispelled the cold and fear. He nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on Horn with a complicated expression.

The little wizards around were also in an uproar at this moment, chattering non-stop, their faces full of curiosity and amazement.

Those senior students, who had originally been proud of their own excellence because of the weak guardian light they had managed to display, were shocked to see that a junior wizard like Horn had such attainments.

They could not help but look at each other in bewilderment, secretly complaining in their hearts: In today's magic world, it is true that the new generation pushes the old generation forward, and each class is more "volleyball" than the last. Freshmen in grades one and two can perform the Patronus Charm to such perfection.

Outside the door, Professor Snape had just driven away a Dementor with a fierce wand attack. Just as he was about to take a breath, he heard screams coming from the classroom. His heart tightened, and without thinking too much, he turned around to go back for help.

At this moment, the Dementor that had attempted a sneak attack rushed out of the door like a stray dog, running away so fast that it seemed as if there was a fire burning behind it.

Professor Snape's eyes flashed, and he quickly stepped into the classroom. What he saw was the misty, intangible Patronus that was everywhere and protecting everyone, as well as Horn, who was holding a wand and looking righteous in the middle of the crowd. A trace of surprise flashed across his usually calm eyes, and he thought to himself: When did this kid learn the Patronus Charm! ?

At the same time, on the edge of Hogwarts, under the dancing Whomping Willow, from a hidden cave, a big, nimble black dog jumped out like black lightning.

Its fur is shiny black, like stars in the dark night.

Looking up at the sky above the castle that was filled with black smoke due to the Dementors, the dog's eyes were filled with worry. Then, it ran towards the castle with all its hooves flying. Every step raised dust, as if it was carrying an urgent mission.

Then, it flashed and sneaked into the castle along a hidden staircase like a black ghost, and shuttled through the Hogwarts castle along the familiar path.

It avoided numerous defensive spells and the fleeing crowds along the way with swift and neat movements. Every turn and every jump showed that it knew the layout of the castle like the back of its hand.

With the help of Dumbledore's powerful patronus and other professors, the Dementors that broke into Hogwarts were quickly expelled.

And asked all the little wizards to return to their respective lounges,

"Dumbledore, this time we must ask the Ministry of Magic to explain to us why Dementors suddenly appeared in Hogwarts. This is a serious violation of the regulations and a threat to the safety of the students. This is a major safety accident!"

While checking whether there were any escaped fish in Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall explained the Dementor incident to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked solemn, his gray beard fluttering gently as he nodded slightly, and his eyes were full of worry and contemplation.

After listening to Professor McGonagall's words, he slowly spoke, his voice steady and firm, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the castle corridor that had regained some peace:

"Minerva, you are absolutely right. The Dementors' unprovoked intrusion is truly incredible. The Ministry of Magic's behavior poses a great threat to the safety of children's lives. I will immediately negotiate with the Ministry of Magic and ask for a reasonable explanation."

After saying this, he looked up at the blue sky outside the castle window which had returned to clearness, but the wrinkles between his brows did not relax, as if he had a premonition that there was an intricate conspiracy lurking behind this, and it was by no means a simple security oversight.

The mysterious big black dog, like a dark shadow hidden in the dark night, was now lurking silently near the Gryffindor College common room.

Its fur was as shiny and smooth as ink satin. Under the cover of the shadow, it almost blended into the surrounding darkness. Only its eyes flashed with sharp and scorching light, like two clusters of jumping phosphorous flames in the cold night, tightly locked on the portrait gatekeeper at the door of the lounge - the Fat Lady.

It crouched in the dark, its body tense, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, every muscle fiber filled with strength, but its expression revealed a hint of anxiety and tension.

At this moment, its thoughts have drifted back to a while ago, in that winding corridor with flickering candlelight, Professor McGonagall led a group of frightened and chattering little wizards, slowly walking towards the Gryffindor College common room.

Its gaze, like a precise arrow, instantly pierced through the crowd and stuck firmly on the boy who was having an enthusiastic conversation with the Weasley child.

In an instant, the floodgates of memory seemed to be slammed open by a surging external force, and those familiar faces from the past surged in his mind like a tide - James, the high-spirited and unruly friend with a smile on his face, gradually overlapped with the outline of the boy in front of him; Lily, those gentle and smart eyes that seemed to hide stars, were also embedded in the boy's face without any difference.

That’s right, the child in front of him is the fruit of James and Lily’s love, and the godson that he has been longing for and looking for for a long time - Harry!

In its chest, the heart that had been beating steadily was now beating rapidly, as if it were being grasped by an invisible hand. Each beat seemed to be the beating of a war drum, stirring up a surging tide of emotion.

"Finally, I found you, Harry!"

It roared silently in its heart, and the burning emotion seemed to burn its entire soul.

"The world is becoming increasingly unstable and dangerous. I will definitely take you to a safe place, away from all dangers."

Having escaped from Azkaban not long ago, he knew very well that a terrible shadow had quietly loomed. The devil who had brought endless nightmares and pain would surely return again, trying to stir up a storm and reignite the war.

"But don't be afraid, Harry. As long as I am still alive, I will never let you get hurt. I will use my life to build a barrier to protect you!"

"But we have to kill that traitor first. You despicable rat, you are still alive!"

It swore secretly, its eyes became more determined and filled with a hint of hatred, staring at the entrance of the lounge and slowly moving forward.