HP Magic Biography

　　 "Impossible, Ron..." Fanlin put the book down, no accident, this was the dementor who got in the car to check.

He drew his wand out, "The time hasn't arrived yet, we always have to arrive at night."

"We can't be here." Hermione said, looking at her watch. "Then why did it stop?"

The train goes slower and slower. The sound of the wheels was reduced, and the wind and rain outside the window became louder. Harry was closest to the door and got up to look at the situation in the hallway. In each carriage on the side of the corridor, people came out to look around. The train shook suddenly and stopped. There was a popping sound in the distance, indicating that the luggage had fallen off the shelf. Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and they were thrown into total darkness.

"What's the matter?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry.

"Ouch!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, those are my feet!" Harry fumbled back to his seat. "Did you say that the train was broken?"

"do not know……"

There was a short, squeaky sound, and Harry saw Ron's fuzzy black outline. Ron wiped a clean spot on the windowpane, looking out. "Something is moving there," Ron said. "I guess people are going out..."

The door of the carriage opened suddenly and someone fell into Harry's lap in pain.

"Sorry! Do you know what happened? Ouch! I'm sorry..."

"Hello, Neville," Harry said, touching Neville's coat in the dark and pulling him up. "Harry? Is that you? What happened?"

"I don't know! Sit down..."

There was a loud hiss and a yell from negative pain. It turned out that Neville had sat on Crookshanks by mistake.

"Be careful, Neville!" Fanlin shouted, "Lumos (fluorescent blinking)!"

The bright blue light emitted from Fanlin's wand suddenly illuminated the entire box. At this time, the box became very crowded. The four of them, plus Neville and Professor Lupin.

Fanlin looked in the direction of Professor Lupin. It is reasonable to say that there is no reason for such a big movement. Lupin is still asleep, and Lupin is close to the window, there are already some signs of freezing on it, Fanlin must be a seducer. Blame the window here will definitely freeze completely.

"Navi, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, she was a little cold, and then she couldn't help relying on Fanlin's side.

"I want to go to the conductor to ask what happened. After all, the train stopped suddenly and all the equipment seemed to be broken."

"It's getting colder and colder..." Harry rubbed his hands, trying to bring some warmth to his body.

So did Hermione, Fanlin could feel Hermione's hands getting cold. He patted Hermione with one hand to signal the girl to feel relieved.

Flame raging)!" Fanlin changed the spell. Although he has some resistance to the cold, other people do not. Lupin is not counted. The werewolf's physique allows him to survive the Siberian plains in the severe winter. .

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked, she recovered a bit from the temperature brought by the fire, but she was still a little cold.

Only then did all the little wizards reacted, and they chanted flame spells separately. Several groups of smiling flames appeared in the box, but they were very faint, and went out without shaking twice, and Fanlin's flames also became erratic.

"What happened? How could this happen?" Ron asked, the cold that had been dissipated by the flame hitting him again.

"I don't know..." Harry said.

This is a noise coming from outside, it seems that something is coming.

"What is it?" Harry seemed to want to stand up and take a look, but before he got up, the box door was automatically opened slowly.

Harry was startled, and Hermione grabbed Fanlin's arm nervously.

What came in was a monster wearing a cloak and reaching the ceiling. Its face is completely hidden under the turban. Harry's eyes were down, and what he saw made his stomach squeeze: a hand stretched out from the cloak, and the hand shimmered, gray, thin, and scabs, like something dead. Soaked in the water and rotted again...It took less than a second for that hand to appear. The monster under the cloak seemed to feel Hap's gaze, and that hand suddenly shrank into the folds of the black cloak. Then, the thing under the turban, no matter what it was, took a breath, long, slow, and trembling, as if trying to **** in something other than air from around.

They all felt a chill across their bodies. Harry felt his breath freeze in his chest. The chill penetrated the skin, it was cold to his chest, to his heart... Harry's eyes rolled up. He can see nothing. He was drowned in the cold. The ears are surging, like a current of water. He was pulled down, and the voice in his ears became louder... Then, from a distance, he heard screams, terrible, frightened, pleading screams. He wants to help someone who is screaming, no matter who he is, but he can't do it... a thick white mist surrounds him, in his body...

Fanlin couldn't help but become so anxious to see Harry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was a kiss from the dementors, and they would **** all your happy memories away.

Fanlin tried hard to recall the spellcasting skills of this patron saint curse, but he felt a little numb in his brain. It was brought to him by the dementor, cold and cruel. He suddenly remembered the monster deep in his mind...

Hermione seemed to tremble. She squeezed Fanlin's arm tightly, and her hand was cold. Suddenly, Fanlin suddenly remembered that Hermione was still behind him.

All the memories of Hogwarts came up in an instant. It was the first time I saw Hermione, and the misfortune they had gone through together, the troll, Basilsk...

Fanlin felt that he had regained control of his body, his arms were a bit stiff, but he still waved vigorously.

"ExpectoPatronum (Hushen guard)!"

The curse that sounded was not only Fan Lin alone, Lu Ping also woke up at the right time, he did not hesitate, and the two of them cast the Guardian God curse at the same time.

But the difference is that what Professor Lu Ping summoned was a complete silver wolf, while Fanlin was just a cluster of silver light. They were held together to barely form the phantom of a ferret.

The two patron saints whizzed out and shot the dementor who attacked Harry heavily against the wall. The dementor let out a painful roar under his cloak.

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