The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Dumbledore"?

Still far from the railroad tracks, in the warm and comfortable Hogwarts headmaster's room, the white-haired and bearded old man was picking up a piece of beef jerky with his hands and gently teasing the phoenix in front of him.

But just when he was happy, there were eager shouts and slams from the door of the principal's office.

"Minerva, what's the matter?"

Dumbledore rubbed his temple again with a headache, and finally threw the jerky to Phoenix with no interest, and then opened the door of the headmaster's room.

"Don't do anything like this"...

"The filthy and disgusting monsters stopped the Hogwarts Express in the tunnel, and the Ministry of Magic employee who was in charge of supervising them ran away after they couldn't stop it"!

Professor McGonagall couldn't care about his demeanor at this time, and shouted at Dumbledore:

"If you don't move now, we might find a bunch of corpses in the carriage when the Hogwarts Express arrives in a while!"

"I see, Minerva."

After hearing this, Dumbledore stood up directly, and then shoved Phoenix Fox, who was standing on the shelf next to him, who was still bewildered until now, into his arms.

"Fox, please take me to the tunnel, the one that the Hogwarts Express must pass through."

Fenghuang's face showed humanized distress, and then he let out a loud cry.

The golden red flame instantly enveloped Dumbledore and Mag in it, and then twisted and deformed.

After a clear snap, the figures of the two disappeared into the air with the twisted flames.

"Fudge must have spent a long time in the jar of fire whisky, or else how could he have come up with the idea of ​​letting the Dementors hunt down fugitives that normal people can't think of"?

The two stabilized their bodies with a flame in the dark tunnel, Professor McGonagall said angrily to himself.

"When people are in desperate times, they always think of some strange tricks that they think they have. However, in addition to causing more serious consequences, these strange tricks can hardly play any normal role."

Dumbledore said leisurely, but his eager footsteps revealed his anxious mood.

Those dementors in the car are not reasonable things. Those disgusting creatures that are similar to necromancers feed on the joy of human beings. Facing their fears for normal people is the most delicious thing for them.

These greedy undeads are likely to threaten the lives of the students in the car, because they don't know what forgiveness and satisfaction are by nature!

Thinking of this, Dumbledore stepped up his steps and walked towards the Hogwarts Express with the headlights on not far away.

However, the closer the two of them got to the train, the more they felt that the ambient temperature was dropping, and an uncomfortable feeling began to appear in their hearts.

"A lot."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, then raised his wand.

It was a wand covered with scars, and the surface looked very rough, but unexpectedly, it gave a very uncompromising feeling.

"Call God to guard...all of them are protected"!

Dumbledore just wanted to release his Phoenix Patronus, but his expression suddenly changed, then he took a step back, and his wand quickly dipped in the air in front of him.

A hard wall made of air condensed in front of the two of them instantaneously. The screen that shimmered with silver light was filled with a huge amount of magic, and no one could break it with a single blow.

"Dumbledore, what are you doing"...

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth anxiously and wanted to shout at Dumbledore, but in the next second...

The hurricane, which revolved and advanced like a drill, suddenly gushed out from the front of the train. The violent airflow mixed with the debris in the train and the shredded Dementors, together with the front door of the train, slammed there. Block on a solid transparent barrier!

"Crack"!

Gu heard a small cracking sound next to his ear, and a little crack appeared on the originally smooth barrier, but the airflow seemed to be powerless and had no intention to continue smashing it, and it directly wrapped the debris in it towards it. The two ends of the barrier rushed out, and then all those things were rolled out of the tunnel.

"What it is"?

Professor McGonagall asked in horror.

"I don't know, but that kind of power"...

Dumbledore frowned.

The hurricane just now was very strange. It seemed that someone was brutally controlling the elements to cause widespread damage, instead of using the magic wand energy-saving burst method commonly used by wizards.

However, if you want to create such a powerful hurricane through brutal control elements, even Dumbledore dare not say that I can do it.

and……

This way of controlling the elements is basically the same as the residual elements that Dumbledore felt when he investigated the residual items in the Salazar Slytherin Chamber.

"Is it again"?

Dumbledore shook his head uncertainly, and after confirming it was safe, he lifted the barrier in front of him.

"Minerva, please follow me."

Dumbledore hung his wand naturally on his right side and walked towards the train in front of him.

Professor McGonagall followed closely behind him.

"Shasha"...

When Dumbledore stepped on the ground in the tunnel, he felt a roughness that did not belong to this smooth road. He squatted down and grabbed a handful of purple sand from the ground.

That's the soul sand left on the ground after the death of the Dementor. Dark magic creatures leave this kind of stuff when they die. There's still a bottle in Dumbledore's office - found in the Slytherin Chamber ~ www.wuxiaspot .com~ But until the two walked to the front door of the train, they were not in any danger.

"Children, how are you now?"

Dumbledore slowly got into the car, and then saw the students crying and hugging in the car.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is here"!

The students who were still crying immediately found their backbone and gathered around Dumbledore.

"What happened just now"?

Dumbledore asked the children as softly as possible.

"Let me tell you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

A haggard man limped slowly from the darkness where the carriage was interrupted. He kept grinning at the corners of his mouth as he walked, as if his legs were aching.

His clothes were already worn out, but they got a lot of dust because of the fall.

"Professor Lupin".

Dumbledore tapped Lupin's shoulder lightly with his wand, the dust from the old clothes disappeared, and the bleeding wound on Lupin's face slowly healed.

"Ah, thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

Lupin said gratefully.

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