Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 239 The Dementor Attacks

He has walked out of his own path, whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, it is no longer his goal. Alone, he will move forward alone, and with the help of his friends, this is all he can do.

"I will never lose to Voldemort," Harry said resolutely.

The hatred between him and Voldemort is insoluble, and without defeating Voldemort, he will never be able to escape, the nightmare that has been carried from birth.

"Anyway, I don't believe that my intelligence and talent are inferior to Voldemort." Hermione's tone was very firm.

She's done intelligence tests, she's seen enough peers, she's compared enough samples. She believes that she should not lose to anyone, whether in intelligence or talent.

Even if Voldemort is a famous genius in the wizarding world, she is also an intellectual genius who crushes the wizarding and ordinary worlds. As for aptitude, since George can guarantee that her magic level will not be lower than that of Voldemort of the same age, there is no reason for her to lose to a peer of her age.

"I won't hold back." Ron smiled helplessly. One was the savior, the other was a talented scholar, and the other was the best student in Hogwarts history. What else can he say, the only thing he can do is make sure he doesn't hold back.

"If anyone else sees it, they'll think we're crazy." Ron smiled softly.

Harry and Hermione laughed too, no matter what they did, everyone else just treated them like children based on their age. But they themselves, never regarded themselves as children.

"Something," said Ron suddenly, hearing a faint whistle from somewhere.

"It came from Harry's suitcase." Ron quickly found the source of the sound, picked up the suitcase from the luggage rack, and handed it to Harry.

Harry rummaged through the box and took out a pocket looking glass. He put the pocket looking glass on the table, and it immediately kept spinning, emitting bursts of brilliance.

"It looks like a looking glass, I've seen it in a book." Hermione looked at the gadget with interest.

"It's cheap, it may not be accurate." Ron scratched the back of his head, "I'm a birthday present that I asked Errol to bring to Harry."

"It's screaming louder." Harry looked around, and it was said that when a hostile person appeared, it would glow and turn, and still no one appeared.

Only then did they realize that the train was going slower and slower and was about to stop.

Outside the window, it was stormy and dark, but the train swayed and stopped.

"Looks like something happened." Everyone stood up and looked down the corridor, wondering what was going on.

Through the lights in the corridor, everyone could only see the same confused classmates, all of them looking around, whispering speculations.

The train shuddered and stopped, with a thump, thump, thump in the distance. This is the sound of someone's suitcase not being put away and falling off the shelf.

Suddenly, the lights on the train went out, and the carriage entered a dark world. Only the pocket looking glass on the table turned even more jubilant. It was like a luminous pearl in the dark, shining with brilliance.

"Looking like this, it's quite beautiful." George said calmly.

He tapped his fingers and summoned faint rays of light, like candles, floating to the top of the carriage one by one, illuminating one carriage after another.

He said with a loudspeaker spell, "Sit and wait for a while, the conductor will take care of it, so don't make trouble."

Listening to George's calm and calm words, the turbulent crowd slowly calmed down by the weak light on the carriage. Everyone is also a little more at ease. If there is anything, there will naturally be a notification from the teachers.

They went back to their seats, and the students in the carriage took out their wands and summoned a brighter light instead of George's candle.

George didn't take his seat, he was guessing what happened.

Pocket scopes can detect malicious intent, but of course, cheap scopes won't be very accurate. But considering the current situation, if the enemy suddenly appeared, it would not be surprising at all.

The train stopped and it was pouring rain outside the window, like a classic scene in a movie with frequent accidents.

If there was an attacker, who would it be? Voldemort was still alive, and the Death Eaters dared not attack the Hogwarts school bus. You must know that there are not only mixed-blood students here, but also pure-blooded students. Once a large number of casualties are caused, even if Voldemort is powerful, he will not be able to fight against the entire magic world.

But aside from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, there aren't any known baddies in the wizarding world lately. George never imagined that anyone would be so daring to try to attack the train at Hogwarts.

"Maybe the train is broken." Hermione's voice was a little uncertain. Although the sudden stop of the train was not a good sign, she couldn't think of any other reason.

"It's raining so hard, if the train breaks down, who's going to fix it." Harry whispered.

He looked down the corridor again, and as soon as he looked there, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

A monster with a cloak whose head almost touched the ceiling, its face hidden under a hood like the night.

Harry felt like he had been punched so hard in the stomach, a paw sticking out from under his cloak, shimmering, grey, thin, and crusted, like it had been soaked in water and rotted for a long time. The corpse came back to life.

Harry felt his breath froze, a chill running through his skin and into his blood. He was frozen there, unable to even close his eyes.

He was submerged in the boundless gloom, and he sank into the rolling cold, like the god of death calling softly in his ear, and like the dead circling around him. He only felt that he was falling from the sky into the boundless darkness.

Suddenly, a sun rose beside him, and the morning light of the sunrise, like a rope, pulled him and slowly pulled him back from the dark abyss. The blood seemed to be infused with sunlight, and the breath was like the snow melting away, and he could see and hear again.

Vaguely it was George's voice, more oppressive than before, like a fiery scorching sun.

"Who allowed you to come here."

George's cold voice revealed anger, and the whole car shook slightly.

Ron felt like he was standing in a crater, he had never seen George so angry and angry. Powerful magic radiated around George, depression and heat, making him breathless.

He also saw that the terrifying and cold monster seemed to be a little shorter.

(To be continued.)