allendalepharm Chapter 195 A New Force!
Chapter 195 A New Force!
Chapter 195 A New Force!
Guardian Charms can definitely be purchased in bulk!
Of course, there are some prerequisites. In Professor Lockhart's words, when a wizard enters a fairy tale adventure, magic naturally blossoms.
When Lockhart takes the young wizards on adventures, he does so partly to find helpers, but it also gives these little guys an opportunity to improve themselves.
This fairytale-like, adventurous kind of advancement is not just a pipe dream.
As members of the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort's resistance organization, every wizard can easily cast a fully-fledged Patronus! But don't assume that every powerful wizard can do this; magic is sometimes irrational, without a sense of right or wrong, only the result of a confluence of chances.
Later, Harry Potter formed Dumbledore's Army and easily trained each member of this student army to become a fully-fledged Patronus, something that even the most powerful professors at magic schools could never achieve.
There are too many such examples in the history of wizards.
Therefore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape always say that the Duel Club and the students of this year's NEWT Enhancement Class are lucky.
Fate can be so mysterious sometimes.
What's most amazing is that this kind of experience will naturally lead to more achievements as you go through more experiences.
Hordes of Dementors descended upon the train. Young wizards who lacked the ability or even the knowledge to use the Patronus Charm to resist them would only receive an experience, while those who knew how to use the Patronus Charm would have their adventure enhanced once again because of this encounter.
"It really is a Dementor!" Under the protection of their Patronus, the Weasley twins shouted "One, two, three!" and rushed out of the door to quickly observe what had happened, whispering the situation to each other.
Their mysterious demeanor made many of the young wizards in the carriage even more nervous.
Percy strode forward, abruptly shoving his two younger brothers aside. Holding his wand, he surveyed the room with a grave expression before turning to everyone. "Classmates," he said, "we must help others. Everyone who can cast the Patronus Charm, get into one carriage. If we don't have enough people, bring others into one carriage. We mustn't let these Dementors harm our classmates!"
"Yes, Mr. Student Representative!" George stood up straight in a very comical manner and saluted.
"Yes, we will obey your orders!" Fred winked.
It must be said that no matter how funny and teasing they were, they were helping Percy establish his authority, making everyone more aware that he was a student representative with enough authority to make certain arrangements.
Soon, everyone sprang into action.
Previously, the senior students of the NEWT Advanced Class, led by Professor Lockhart, headed towards the front of the car, while the junior students of the Duel Club headed towards the rear.
Those more skilled in combat used Patronus Charms to shield the enemy, while those better at communication or with classmates entered the carriages to exchange ideas. Those more adept at leadership, like Hermione, began to watch out for dangers beyond the Dementors.
They were so well-organized and quick in their actions, as if they had practiced countless times for this unexpected turn of events.
The older students Percy had summoned stared at them in disbelief. One student, from a pure-blood family and planning to pursue a career in magic, couldn't hide his envy and shock as he exclaimed, "Merlin's curly beard! A new force has emerged at Hogwarts!"
This senior student is already in seventh grade. In all his years of schooling, he has never witnessed such collective power, but now it has appeared!
And it is such a wondrous power.
Unlike some groups with shared beliefs or interests, the Slytherins and Gryffindors in this group still seem to be at odds with each other, the Hufflepuffs are too lazy to get involved in their affairs and just focus on doing practical things, and the Ravenclaws are still quick-witted and adept at finding their own place.
They all seem to have their own interests, yet they have managed to unite into a team.
as if……
It's as if...
He couldn't explain it, but a guy next to him offered the answer: "They all seem to know exactly what they're supposed to do in their positions!"
The answer was very close. Cedric turned back, smiled, and looked at them, saying, "We're an adventure team!"
This is a very interesting answer.
As Professor Lockhart said, an adventure can be a journey for a group of people, but ultimately it is a journey for one person. Everyone is the protagonist of their own adventure story.
This is a process of demystification, which makes them stop looking at the great-sounding "savior" or the "prefect" or "student representative" who are born with leadership qualities, and instead focus on their own adventurous experience.
Just like Newt Scamander, Hufflepuff's senior in that most brilliant era, he didn't need to become Dumbledore or Grindelwald. He seemed to be a supporting character in other people's adventure stories, but can't we also say that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were also supporting characters in his adventure stories?
This is the most basic principle of "fairytale adventure"—only in this way can magic easily bloom in the heart.
As these older students observed, everyone seemed to know what they were doing.
The terrifying, deathly silence brought by the Dementors was so oppressive that it was unbearable. Even though the Patronus was driving them far away in the corridor, everyone's face still turned pale, as if their lives were about to fade away.
The cold, deathly silence that made them feel constantly detached, as if even the surrounding sounds had disappeared, made each step they took sound like a heavy drumbeat striking their increasingly fragile hearts.
It is only at this moment that people truly understand why so many say that Azkaban prison can drive people insane. Even though the Dementors are far away at this moment, blending into the darkness at the end of the train corridor, the traces left by the Dementors and the influence that spreads from afar are still terrifying.
Harry felt a burning pain in the scar on his forehead, and a series of mournful screams echoed in his mind, while countless bizarre and fragmented images flashed through his mind.
"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked, sounding worried.
Harry had previously demonstrated a significantly poor handling of the negative effects of Dementors, and that was only a Boggart creation created by Professor Lockhart, which was clearly different from a real Dementor.
"I'm fine!" Harry gritted his teeth, holding his wand and moving forward step by step, controlling his Patronus. Behind them, Hermione and the others were calling out the students in the carriage, asking everyone to stay in the same carriage as much as possible, and then assigning one person to guard them.
Luna, Ginny, Neville, Goyle, Crabbe...
As they moved further into the carriage, the number of people around them who could help them dwindled, and the struggle against the Dementors lurking in the darkness became increasingly difficult.
Harry finally felt his strength waning. His arm trembled as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of chocolate, and took a big bite, hoping it would help.
But this doesn't seem to work.
"Merlin's beard!" Just then, Ron suddenly exclaimed, guiding his friends to look in the direction he was pointing.
Outside the train aisle window, in a hazy, gloomy atmosphere, countless enormous Dementor figures, draped in tattered robes, floated in mid-air, encircling the train.
Everyone strained to look, but the Dementors seemed endless, their densely packed figures turning the train into an isolated island in a sea of death.
"Quick, they're coming! Hide inside the carriage and guard the door!" Hermione shouted in terror, urging everyone to run towards the nearest door.
At this point, it wasn't a question of whether or not to help the remaining students in the carriages. After all, they were all lower-grade students, and even if they possessed the Guardian Charm, they didn't have enough magic power to support such a high-intensity casting. Danger could engulf them completely at any moment.
Hermione is decisive.
Everyone rushed inside, only to find a single student huddled in a corner, shivering.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and stood guard by the door, trying their best to use their Patronus powers to hold back the Dementors that were drifting down from the depths of the corridor. Hermione also cast a spell aimed at the car window, attempting to block the gap.
But at that moment, Draco pointed his wand at his classmate in the carriage and quickly cast a spell, "Petrify them all!"
"Malfoy! What are you doing!" Hermione screamed, drawing everyone's attention to Draco.
"You actually attacked your classmate at this time, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, a unique wave pattern flashed across the classmate's body, seemingly some kind of profound defensive spell.
"This guy is definitely suspicious!" Draco shouted.
Suddenly, the classmate's body swelled up, and she quickly transformed into a middle-aged witch with a pair of deep-set, cold eyes beneath her long, messy hair.
Although stereotypes are wrong, everyone really did immediately conclude that the other person must be a dark wizard.
The witch glared angrily at Draco, but then saw the image of his tattered wizard robes floating in the car window. Terrified, she let out a sharp curse and began casting spells rapidly, making everyone think she was quickly distancing herself from them.
There was a strange sense of spatial distortion, as if the distance between them and the witch was rapidly expanding.
"The Unseen Stretch Charm?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, recognizing it in a way she hadn't expected the spell to be used in this way.
"Not bad!" The middle-aged witch stared at them coldly, raising her wand once more. "Hold those damned jailers back, or I won't hesitate to show you what the Cruciatus Curse really is!"
Harry immediately realized, "These Dementors are here to capture you, aren't they! You lackeys of the Dark Lord!"
Squeak~~~~
A violent and ear-piercing distorted sound instantly engulfed everyone in the carriage, like the sound of sharp fingernails scraping a blackboard, sending chills down one's spine.
The young wizards nearly fainted all at once.
"If you dare call him the Black Demon again, I'll kill you right now!" the middle-aged witch threatened.
Hermione's gaze darted quickly between the dark wizard and the Dementors at the carriage door, then she stealthily moved closer to Ron and the others, gesturing to Harry and Ron with her eyes, and shouted to the middle-aged witch, "You've brought a lot of people, haven't you?"
The middle-aged witch chuckled coldly, a laugh like that of a night owl, staring at the scar on Harry's forehead. She licked her dark, chapped lips. "Yes, but it seems only I have grasped the so-called savior!"
"Now!"
Hermione yelled and lunged toward the door, but Ron grabbed Draco in front of him, and Harry forcefully pulled open the carriage door, blocking them both behind it.
In an instant, a terrifying, icy stillness intensified, as if piercing into everyone's heart. Large patches of white frost began to appear in every corner of the carriage, and a tall, terrifying figure slowly floated in.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" the dark wizard screamed in terror, "Don't take me to Azkaban! Don't take me to Azkaban! I was almost there..."
(End of this chapter)