[HP] How to properly feed the savior

May die!He also helped me free Dobby, and Lucius Malfoy was expelled from the school board - because he was the real culprit.As for the black magic item, don't worry, the principal said it has been destroyed.You are not to blame for this matter, very few second-year students can resist such powerful magic. "

"Oh." He had to marvel at the headmaster's wit, for being able to expose the matter so lightly. "That Slytherin prefect, he also received a special contribution award, the headmaster didn't give him extra points to protect him. You know, he did such a thing, it will be very difficult in Slytherin in the future Got a foothold."

"That's right." Ron had already waved to them on the train, so Harry stopped talking, "The train is about to leave, I'll go first, see you next semester~"

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 1

"Occlumency is a magic used to protect the mind from the invasion of Legilimency." When Tom said this, the two of them were wearing pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa in Professor McGonagall's living room, with a pair of The playing cards are placed between the two. "Using Brain Defense does not require a wand or a spell, only willpower and self-control. Since Occlumency is a magic for Legilimency, you need to know some techniques of Legilimency first."

He listened intently to Riddle's lecture.

"Eye contact helps to enhance the effect of Legilimency." When the other party said this, he subconsciously glanced at Riddle's pupils, where there seemed to be a flash of red light. "Never mind the redness in my eyes, that's from the bloodline, I can use Polymorph to fix it so I can use Legilimency without having to focus. You'll find this trick works well in combat With it, I can predict my opponent's actions without distraction."

"So I'm going to avoid seeing your eyes," he concluded.

"Emotional boiling is bad for defense against Legilimency, so keeping your emotions even helps you protect your brain. Legilimency only allows me to see fragments of what's going on in your mind, usually from your subconscious , so it is illogical and incoherent. I have to judge based on the emotions that accompany these images, which ones are your real memories and which ones are your fantasies or fictions, or even implanted by others."

"So if I control my emotions, although you can see my thoughts, you can't make a judgment."

"It's actually not that simple, but if you just want to defend against unconscious thinking intrusions, such as the connection of thinking caused by Horcruxes, this is enough. But if you are being tortured, it is much more complicated. You can assist in shooting The spell God reads is the Cruciatus Curse, which weakens the will of the person, weakens the resistance of the mind, and even weakens the effect of implanting memory and forgetting spells. The Cruciatus Curse is a very crude spell, and it is difficult for the brain defense to resist The effect of the Cruciatus Curse."

"Then I can only pray that you don't curse me." He knew what the other party was talking about.Voldemort liked to use the Cruciatus Curse to torture prisoners and get information from their brains.

"If it's between the two, the other party doesn't intend to use the Cruciatus Curse in such an extreme way, but wants to know something from you, so he intends to use Legilimency, he may use an emotional induction method. For example, I Before a duel, you can provoke and insult your opponent, irritate him, and open his mind. It should be noted that sometimes, strong emotions will be accompanied by strong will. If you insist on maintaining a secret in your heart, it will make your The brain is better explored, but also prevents the other party from going further in a direction you don't want."

He took a deep breath, not very confident in himself, and Tom didn't think he would show a great advantage in Occlumency. "How are we going to practice?"

"Most people practice Occlumency in a rough way, asking people to chant spells for themselves and try to resist." Tom sorted out the playing cards in front of them. "That's very effective, but it can't be practiced for a long time, and the efficiency is not high. So we use a softer method, you draw a card from this deck, remember the suit and card number, and then I will guess, you tell me right Or not, and see how long it takes me to guess."

He took the poker, shuffled the cards a few times, drew a 7 of diamonds, and buckled.

"Hmm...a 7 of diamonds." Riddle could hardly hold back his smile.

"You cheated." He laid out his cards, resentful that he lost so quickly.

"Hey, can you say no~ Try lying or something."

"One more time." He started shuffling the cards again.

After a few rounds, he gradually mastered some tricks.For example, don't try to lie, Tom will be able to see that, close your eyes quickly after drawing a card, and keep a blank in your mind.Now Tom needs about four or five guesses to get it right.

He drew another card, 4 of hearts.Closing his eyes, he began to eliminate distracting thoughts and empty his mind.

"Plum Blossom 6?"

"No." He felt that the other party should know that black is wrong.No, don't think about it, just focus on that blank space.

"J of diamonds?"

"No." Perhaps the other party realized that the number was even.Leave it alone and keep venting.

"Um...I think about..."

Suddenly a warm breath approached, and some kind of softness imprinted on his cheeks, staying for a while, the electric shock-like feeling made him unable to think, and he didn't come back to his senses until the other party left. "Huh?" He opened his eyes, and Tom was smiling narrowly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You are so cute when you close your eyes and think hard." The other party tried not to let out a laugh, "4 of hearts, I guessed right, right?"

"It's too much." He could only turn over the cards.

"I reminded you to stay calm."

"Hmph, do it again." He had to admit that he was careless.

After drawing a good card and closing his eyes, he wanted to keep his mind blank, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking of the way Tom kissed him, and said that he couldn't hold back, which was clearly intentional.

"Well... let me guess, you want me to kiss you again."

"Asshole!" He didn't care about Occlumency any more, he pulled out the pillow from behind and threw it at Tom who was rocking back and forth with laughter.This guy, ever since he got his body, has been trying to bully people in different ways.However, he also admitted that Riddle was too depressed in the past, and now he is much more relaxed, which is a good thing.

"Tom? Are you bullying people again?" A green flame rose from the fireplace, and in the blink of an eye, Professor McGonagall appeared in the living room.

"Hey! It's clear that Ender is bullying me, okay?" Riddle groaned for himself while resisting the pillow attack.

"Ender is a good boy, why beat you if you have nothing to do, you must have done something good." Professor McGonagall's answer without thinking made him blush, and Tom started laughing again.

"Professor," he threw the pillow to Riddle, and walked to Professor McGonagall, "Can I learn apparation?"

"No, you are still far from becoming an adult." The other party refused without thinking.

"But I'm capable of learning," he begged expectantly, "or I'll let Tom teach me."

"Him? He's not even an adult himself. Minors can't pass the Apparition exam, and the Ministry of Magic has this rule to protect you. Apparition is a dangerous form of magic, and you could be separated, which is a terrible accident." "

"I just said it would be like this." Tom lay on the sofa with his arms around the pillow. "Let's fly over."

"Fly?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Where are you going?"

"Diagon Alley. Harry's birthday is coming up and I want to buy him a present." It was a high-sounding excuse.

"That's right. The Hogwarts book list is coming soon, and your bursary has been deposited in Gringotts." Professor McGonagall took off his gloves, "You can go to the Leaky Cauldron on the Floo Network, and from there Go to Diagon Alley."

"I don't want soot on my robes," Riddle grumbled. "Floo, that's too disgraceful."

"Go back to your diary." Professor McGonagall said almost viciously, "we'll wrap you up and throw you into the fire, and everything will be fine."

"Professor, he wants to go for a walk." He gently tugged on the other party's sleeve, "We don't show up in Hogsmeade, go directly to Diagon Alley, no one will find him. He is already in this house It's been more than half a month, and it has been doing well. Even prisoners should have a chance to let go."

"Now?" The other party snorted heavily, "Should we go for a walk or meet your old subordinate?"

"Old subordinate?" Riddle sat up and stared at Professor McGonagall with a confused expression. It took him a long time to realize, "You mean the Death Eaters? How could I recognize people from decades later? Even if I know them , do they recognize me?"

"How do I know that you used some crooked means to contact your subordinates?" Professor McGonagall took out a roll of newspaper from his pocket and threw it in front of them, "Look for yourself."

The first version was a black-and-white photo of a thin man with long, dirty, unkempt hair. "The First Prison Escape from Azkaban: Black's Escape." Tom read the headline of the first edition, "Killed thirteen people with a spell 12 years ago... that's amazing! Is he my subordinate? I don't Someone who knows I can recruit the Blacks."

"You almost recruited their entire family." Professor McGonagall snorted, "The eldest son, Sirius, is your right-hand man, and the second son, Regulus, joined the Death Eaters when he became an adult, and was killed by his own people. The eldest daughter, Bellatrix, is also a Death Eater, and the second daughter, Narcissa, is married to Lucius. We still think Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, although he gave himself a lot of money to Cleaned up."

Riddle looked serious and didn't look happy. "You think I planned this?"

Professor McGonagall probably thought that Riddle would be very proud. Seeing that the other party was not like this, he was a little embarrassed, "Isn't it? Less than a month after your resurrection, there was a prison break in Azkaban."

"I don't know such a person at all." Riddle sat back on the sofa and read the newspaper. "Is the Ministry of Magic going to execute him? Sirius Black?"

"I guess it will be even worse." This question made Professor McGonagall look even more anxious, "According to the Ministry's practice..."

"A dementor's kiss, I know." Riddle glanced at McGonagall from above the newspaper, "Don't you think he deserved it too? If I'm not mistaken, he is the last direct male of the Black family Passed on?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall struggled, "but what he did is unforgivable. This is the man who betrayed the Potters and made your future find the Potters' house. He killed ten The three were resisting arrest, and Wormtail, a boy who was close to him and Potter at school found him. Poor boy, he was blown to pieces by Black, and the biggest wreck left was a thumb!"

In the end, her voice was already crying.

He wondered what kind of spell would do that, blow people to pieces but leave their thumbs intact.

"I have to admit that the current wizarding world is very different from what I knew back then." Riddle put down the newspaper. "I can't imagine how bad things are, that the Black family is so deeply involved in the war. Among the pure-blood families, Black is the most prestigious one, and most of the families are married to them Although the proposition I put forward is very popular with pure-blood families, those who are willing to participate in the war are generally families with a not-so-long history and bloodlines that are not pure enough. For pure-blood families, the most important thing is the continuation of the bloodline, Lei I can understand Gullus going to war, Sirius? It's not like the Blacks."

"He has always been rebellious, I mean Sirius. When he was in school, he joined Gryffindor College and was best friends with James Potter. I heard that he ran away from home later." Professor McGonagall said uncertainly.

"This is interesting. How did a person who had the guts to betray the family tradition end up becoming a staunch supporter of the family's proposition?" Riddle's tone was very ironic.

"But it's a fact that he betrayed the Potters!"

"I don't question the facts." Riddle tapped his fingers impatiently on the newspaper, "You are discussing the erasure of the name Black forever. This is a loss to the wizarding world. A family that has lasted for thousands of years has completely disappeared. I want to know Why did things develop to this point. Even if I want to recruit subordinates, I have to find someone I can trust. Sirius is not one of them. I don’t know his motives. 50 years is enough to change a lot of things, don’t worry, in I will not act until I know enough about this era."

Professor McGonagall looked even more worried.

The author has something to say: Thank you zibbl-chan and the landmine who wishes the world will be married soon~(≧▽≦)/~

Well, moving on to the bad news, I've had another bye this week...and...seems to be four weeks in a row.

It will be on the list after four weeks. If there is no V in that week, it may be on the list once a month in the future...

The reason for the bye is also relatively simple. My article has the worst data among the HP articles of the same period. I didn’t write well, so I can’t blame others...

Recently, readers have also given me a lot of feedback, letting me know where the problems of this book are.The style is not consistent with HP, the understanding of the characters is incorrect, and the value orientation expressed in the novel is incorrect. If I tell me about these things before I write them, I can make adjustments. Now I have written 20 words in the full text ( Plus saving manuscripts), I really have no way to change it... I can only say that if I want to write HP fans in the future, I can try to have correct values ​​and write articles according to the understanding of the public.

But I will never write HP fans again.

By the way, I will report the progress of the next book... At present, the main story line has reached three and a half volumes, and the outline of the whole book has been cut into four volumes, but I haven't decided on the ending yet...

Alas, in fact, the people who are currently trying to read are very desperate for the outline of the new article...it makes me also desperate...it is not certain that this outline will be abolished.

☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 2

His request to learn to Apparate was still granted, and Professor McGonagall felt that having him learn to Apparate under the supervision of Ministry of Magic officials was relatively less of a concern compared to Black's escape and Riddle's possible nefarious plans.She had a little, thin wizard called Tecrosse, and she taught him how to Apparate.There was no difficulty in it, and he learned the magic almost at once, much to the admiration of that Tycross.He practiced many times, and he was not given a certificate until Tycross confirmed that he would not have an accident.

"Usually the Ministry of Magic requires adult wizards to take part in the assessment, but exceptions are allowed. McGonagall has written a lot of letters for you. She is quite connected in the Ministry of Magic. She also arranged for you to take five electives next year." Tek Ross said unhurriedly, "Everyone in the Ministry is busy trying to catch Black and protect Harry Potter, and everyone is always extra relaxed at this time."

"Protect Harry?" He wondered how this matter was related to Harry, "Are you afraid of his revenge?"

"That's right. Someone needs to give Potter some mental work so he doesn't try to hunt down Black himself. We also want to prevent Black from capturing Potter, who would also want to avenge You-Know-Who. Sources in the Ministry say he is straight Going to Hogwarts, this year Hogwarts will have new security measures to prevent Black from getting in."

"What kind of security measures?"

"I can't reveal too much." Tycross coughed lightly. "Dumbledore and the Minister had a big dispute on this issue. He seems to think that as long as he is in the castle, Potter is safe. Of course, I also Thought Dumbledore was a great wizard, but that kind of behavior would make the Minister very unhappy, yes, very unhappy."

He probably knew what was going on.

"Oh, I'm just a small employee. Just listen to these words." The other party put his hat on his head, "See you later, every year I go to Hogwarts to teach Apparition."

With a pop, the other party disappeared.

With Apparition, they can often go to Diagon Alley.What he didn't tell McGonagall was that neither Riddle nor he was willing to use the Floo Network because the Floo Network was monitored by the Ministry of Magic.Riddle thought that some people who knew about Voldemort's past were still alive and still in the Ministry of Magic, and he had never liked the monitoring of authorities.Apparition is much more freeing.

Together they went to Gringotts and checked Riddle's vault.Voldemort was very kind enough to fill the small room with gold, making him feel that with such a meal ticket, he would be able to live comfortably for the rest of his life.He is not very sensitive to money and so on, and always thinks that enough is enough.On the contrary, Riddle babbled that a lot of money would be used, so he recited a traceless extension spell to his wallet, and stuffed almost a thousand gold coins into it.

"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine." He was still hesitating whether it was a good idea to rob Voldemort's vault in this way, and Riddle had already stuffed the wallet back into his hand.

"What about the main soul?" He was a little worried. If Voldemort came back to life and found that his Horcrux was pouring money out of his pocket, would he be pissed off again.

"The main soul is also mine." Riddle said with a firm attitude. "Besides, we didn't take much."

Then they went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts store, planning to buy a present for Harry.Because of Blake, this store has been doing a good business recently, but it mainly sells gadgets for reconnaissance, such as looking glasses and demon mirrors. "To be honest, I don't trust the looking glass very much, it's not accurate enough." Riddle was fiddling with a golden looking glass, which was buzzing.

"Do you have any practical suggestions?" He also believes that these things are only to increase the public's sense of security, relying on these to guard against Black?unrealistic.

"Ah, generally speaking, if you knew someone was going to kill you, what would you do to protect yourself?" Riddle asked solemnly.

"Kill the opponent first," he muttered, feeling that no matter how much he avoided fighting, he would still attack at a critical moment, "before the opponent kills me."

"same as me."

So they left the shop.Riddle suggested sending Harry a collection of practical jinxes so that he could teach himself. He expressed doubts about Harry's ability to learn spells, so he sent his gun along with the instruction manual, The report about Black and what he had heard from McGonagall and Tycross had left out the part about Black's betrayal of the Potters, which he believed Harry could find out for himself.

Within a few days, Harry himself came to Diagon Alley.They sometimes sat together in Fusco's ice cream parlor doing their summer assignments, and Fusco was a very enthusiastic guy who would give them free ice cream every half hour and guide them in writing their dissertations on medieval witch-burnings.Now he reads the Daily Prophet every day and cares about Black's latest developments, and Harry understands why Fudge turns a blind eye to things like inflating his aunt. Sometimes politicians can be very flexible.

In contrast, Riddle was much more miserable.McGonagall forbade Tom to show up in front of Harry, so he had to go to a pet store and buy a big, fat white cat and stuff Riddle's soul into it so Tom could move around with them.The guy had recently become obsessed with a book recommended to them by a young wizard at the Leaky Cauldron, A Brief History of Time*, and harassed him with problems reading it.

"Your cat seems to have a very high IQ." Harry glanced at the contents of the book, feeling a little faint.

"Drink too much intelligence potion." He replied without looking up.

Tom scratched his paw at him.

He bought a lot of things for himself, brand new robes, potion materials that need to be supplemented, and bought second-hand books. He likes those second-hand books very much now, but he can only buy first-hand monster books.The clerk was on the verge of tears when he saw the two of them going to buy books together, and after Harry explained that they only needed one, the other party seemed to fly into the sky with happiness.He and Harry looked around at the star model - "this thing will definitely be very helpful for astronomy class and astrology reading" - and the latest broom Firebolt - "with it I can beat the Slytherin team The falling flowers and waters”—but none of them were bought in the end.He didn't think it was necessary, and Harry was reluctant to spend money.

On the last day of the holiday, Hermione and the Weasleys came too.Ron excitedly told them about his experiences in Egypt.He discussed with George and Fred about the joke shop. The twins received a large amount of pocket money during their summer vacation because their father won the lottery. He contributed a sum of money, but did not tell the other party that the money came from Voldemort. The vault, they didn't ask either.It is conceivable that in the new year, the research and development process of the twins will be greatly accelerated.

Hermione wanted to buy an owl, but instead bought a big ginger cat named Crookshanks.He also wanted to buy it before. The cat looked fluffy and funny, but Tom thought the cat was too smart, and being attached to it would greatly shorten its lifespan, so he chose it. Silly big white cat.Ron was unhappy with the fact that two cats and a mouse were in the same room.

"Don't worry, Tom isn't interested in mice." He held the white cat in his arms and scratched the fur at the base of the other's ears. "Is that so, Tom?"

The other party made a snoring sound.

"It's called Tom?" Ron looked strange, "The owner of the bar is also named Tom, isn't that a common name... Ouch!"

Tom gave Ron a paw unceremoniously.

"That's right, or call it Voldemort." He had to hold the cat by the waist and lift it aside to prevent Tom's desperately waving four paws from scratching him.

Harry laughed, and Ron shivered. "No, it's not fun at all."

"Ron, you need to get used to the name. As the most die-hard supporter of the savior Harry Potter, how can you make a fuss about Voldemort's name?" He pretended to be serious, "It's actually good for you, I think Think about it, if you get used to saying 'Come on, Voldemort, here's this furball for you', 'Drink milk, Voldemort', etc. .”

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched, and Harry collapsed on the table, clutching his stomach and laughing.

"It seems that the name Tom is better, doesn't it?" He put the cat that had finally calmed down on his lap, and stroked the fluffy and soft fur.

They didn't get a chance to discuss Black until late at night.When Harry went to get the rat poison, he overheard the conversation of the Weasleys. They were arguing whether to let Harry know that Black was chasing Harry. indignation.

"I'm not a kid anymore! I've narrowly escaped Voldemort twice, and I found out about the Chamber of Secrets last semester. I won't be frightened by a fugitive murderer!"

The four of them gathered in Harry's room.Both Ron and Hermione seemed rather shocked by the news.

"Harry, don't make trouble." Hermione said worriedly.

"Come to me please?" Harry snapped back.

"The point is that we don't know how Black escaped from Azkaban. No one has ever done it before." Ron looked a little scared, "Maybe the mysterious man taught him some powerful black magic..."

"Dementors can only be resisted by the Patronus Charm. Black magic is useless against them. Only positive spiritual power can defeat them." He scratched Tom's chin, and recently Tom has been more and more fond of lying on his lap up. "The Patronus Charm requires a wand, and they won't allow Black to keep his wand. He should have another way, maybe there is some loophole in Azkaban."

There's very little magic you can do without a wand, he thought, Apparition doesn't need a wand, and Animagus doesn't need a transformation... oh, wait, Animagus?

"They'll get him in the end anyway, don't you?" Hermione said calmly, "Since they mobilized all the Muggles to find him..."

"He could be a Transfiguration Magus, as far as I know, the Blacks have a talent for shapeshifting. Possibly Polyjuice Potion, which I'm sure sells in Knockturn Alley. Or be invisible." He pointed this out. Gua knows it is to prevent too many people from dying in a massacre similar to that of 12 years ago. At least they will know to run for their lives when they see Blake."

Hermione stopped talking and just glared at him like he'd done something wrong.

"This means that he can sneak into the school disguised as a student?" Ron opened his mouth wide, "For example, knock Neville unconscious, pull a lock of his hair, and drink it with Polyjuice Potion. Neville wakes up He won’t remember anything after coming here, he can forget everything.”

"Oh, come on, Neville isn't that bad." He couldn't help but say something for Neville, "You might as well worry about Malfoy, his mother is Black's sister."

"I knew it! Malfoy's family are Death Eaters!" Ron said in a victorious manner.

"You should be related to the Blacks too," he said sharply.

"Yeah." Ron languished. "My mother might be Black's cousin or something. Pure-blood families usually have some connection with the Black family."

"You guys will only make the matter sound more serious if you keep discussing it like this." Hermione said sternly, "As long as Harry stays in the castle, nothing will happen. Professor Dumbledore will stop Black."

"The person Voldemort fears most is Dumbledore." Harry also agreed with Hermione.Tom limply protested on his knees. "Since Black is Voldemort's subordinate, he must also be afraid of Dumbledore."

"Whatever your opinion is, I'm going back to bed." Hermione stood up. "I have to catch a train tomorrow morning."

The author has something to say: * In the HP3 movie, there is indeed a young wizard sitting in the Leaky Cauldron Bar reading "A Brief History of Time", which appears at about 12 minutes and 45 seconds.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 3

The next morning, the Ministry of Magic had sent a car to take them to the station, which, again, was Harry's prerogative.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the last compartment of the train, with the new Professor Lupine.He sat in other boxes with Neville and Ginny.Ginny told Neville about their experiences in Egypt.When the witch selling snacks in the car came, they bought a lot of food.The white cat squatted on the table, proudly looking at the snacks one by one, and finally gnawed on a chocolate frog.

When the train was halfway through, the carriage suddenly went dark, and the car stopped, as if something went wrong.He drew his wand. "Lumos." The box lit up.

"Should we go to Harry and the others? There seems to be a professor sitting with them." Neville said tremblingly. "Their box is right behind us, so it's a quick walk."

He stood up, opened the door and looked, the corridor was also dark.The cat jumped off the table and ran out into the hallway. "Everyone sit in their seats." Tom's voice sounded, "I am the prefect. Don't make a fuss, don't leave the box, the train may restart at any time."

Perhaps it was Riddle's steady and powerful voice that made everyone feel at ease. He saw the heads protruding from many compartments and retracted them.

"What happened?" Neville asked hopefully. "Why did the train stop?"

"Excuse me." Tom bent down, picked up the cat, put it back on the table, wiped the glass with his hand, and looked outside. "Looks like a search for Blake. They're getting into the car."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

The light on the wand suddenly went out.A chill enveloped him, as if icy mist wrapped around his body, he shuddered, and couldn't help but tighten himself a bit, but his body seemed to be soaked by winter lake water, the cold air flowed down his pores Drilling inside, as if freezing his internal organs.He felt it becoming difficult to breathe, as if something was pressing on his chest.Then, he heard a familiar voice.

"I could just kill you, lay on top of you, suffocate you... They were going to pick me, but they chose you... I don't want a better brother than me, Ender, I don't want you……"

"Hey! Wake up!" He felt someone shaking his shoulders.Slowly, he was able to see clearly again.The lights in the carriage were turned on again, and he curled up in the corner, hugging himself tightly, the tears on his face were still wet.Riddle looked at him worriedly, Neville looked weak but holding on, Ginny paled, as if frightened.

"Are you okay?" Riddle wiped away his tears with his hand.

As if some switch had been flipped, he suddenly choked up and let out a small noise, followed by a rout of self-control, as if his emotions had completely collapsed, all resentment and powerlessness erupted.He cried helplessly, he shouldn't appear so weak in front of others, but he couldn't manage himself well, his body seemed to be disobedient.

"Shh, shh, it's all over. It was just a dementor." He felt Riddle hold him in his arms, and it only made him cry harder. "I know how you feel, I know it all, it's not your fault, stop blaming yourself."

"What's going on here?" Professor Lupine's gentle voice rang out.

"A Dementor just came," Neville replied, sounding weak. "It's cold, it's very cold, I can't seem to be happy anymore-Ender's condition is more serious than mine, the senior checked him, and then told the dementor that Black isn't here...but the dementor didn't leave, still Continue to go in...it seemed to suck something, I heard it sucking...the senior turned into a big silver-white cat, and that cat drove the dementor away."