Chapter 283 Hufflepuff in Action

They suddenly felt something was wrong and wanted to evacuate the train, but a sneer rang out in the corridor.

If you didn't want to leave just now, then don't leave!

Dark creatures cannot be killed, but that doesn't mean wizards have no way to deal with them. There is always some kind of spell that can be used to deal with them, expel them, or even put them into a state of dormancy and rebirth. Since the monsters in front of them have entities, there is a very direct way to deal with them...

Magic power that seems to be substantial bursts out from the body and entangles the three monsters.

The monsters who realized something was wrong struggled hard, but those magic powers were like a quagmire, entangled in them and made them sink deeper and deeper.

Seeing that things were not going well, a monster quickly took out a roll of parchment from his arms and repeated the word "Ministry of Magic" in a very strange tone, but it had come to this point. Unless they muttered a term like "Godric", Les would not stop.

He raised his hands to the level of his chest and then made a tearing motion. The next moment, magic burst out, and the monsters were torn into pieces by Rice's magic.

Filthy and evil breath emanated from their torn bodies, but Rice was prepared. The magic changed again, wrapping these dirty things in magic.

Rice looked up at the ceiling of the corridor and found that there was a skylight just above his head.

He waved his hand, and the skylight popped open. The monsters' limbs were wrapped in magic and thrown out of the skylight, gradually turning into black smoke and dissipating in the cold rain.

The only traces of the existence of these three monsters were the faint smell of rottenness floating in the air, the cold air that had not yet completely dissipated, and a piece of parchment that fell on the ground.

Rice knew that they would be resurrected from somewhere - most likely their nest, but would the three resurrected monsters still be the original three monsters?

Just like the ship of Theseus, are they still themselves after resurrection?

Rice felt that this was a philosophical question. As a wizard, he was not very good at thinking about these things. What he was good at was sending these monsters to resurrection.

Closing the skylight to prevent the rain outside from falling in and wetting the floor, Rice lowered his head to pick up the parchment and found that it was printed with the Ministry of Magic's mark.

The parchment was a letter of authorization, which stated that the Ministry of Magic authorized the Dementors to search the Hogwarts Express and hunt down the fugitive Sirius Black.

Now Rice knew that the monster he had just torn apart was called "Dementors", and he also understood why no train staff came out to stop them-it turned out that this was the instruction of the Ministry of Magic.

This is outrageous!

It is not incomprehensible to search the train to catch fugitives, but where are the staff of the Ministry of Magic? Just let a few dark creatures board a train full of students without any defense?

If he and Helga were not on the train, who knows what would happen. Did the Ministry of Magic realize that wizards were actually on the Dementors' menu? And you can't bring enough deterrence to them?

A sense of dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic rose in Rice's heart.

At this time, there was a very loud explosion at the rear of the carriage. Les knew that this was most likely Helga's action. He shrugged his shoulders and returned to his compartment.

At the same time, Hufflepuff stood at the rear of the train with a gloomy face. There was a huge hole next to her. The cool fresh air and raindrops were swept into the carriage, suppressing the stench of the Dementors after they were destroyed.

Hufflepuff sighed: I really didn't expect that after a thousand years, wizards still couldn't get rid of the harassment of dark creatures. At this time, Hufflepuff didn't know that these Dementors were sent by the Ministry of Magic...

She shook her wand and repaired the shattered wall, then turned around and opened the door of a compartment near the rear of the train. There were three little wizards inside, one of whom was a red-haired boy who looked just a little frightened, and the other two were in a bit of a bad state.

A little red-haired witch huddled in the corner of the compartment, trembling all over. The other black-haired boy was lying unconscious on the floor. He was pale and sweating, and looked like he was going through something extremely painful.

The three people in the box were Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"Professor, you--" Seeing that Hufflepuff had dealt with the monster that broke in, Ron raised his head with an anxious look on his face: "Look at Harry, he--"

"Please make way." Hufflepuff soothed the red-haired boy in a gentle tone, and gently pushed him aside, and picked up Harry who was lying on the ground.

After a brief examination of Harry's physical condition, Hufflepuff found that he was fine, but the dark creature had a strong impact on him, causing him to faint.

She took out a small crystal bottle from her arms, pried open Harry's tightly closed lips, and forced him to drink it.

Harry's expression suddenly calmed down, but Ron still looked anxious.

"It's a sedative potion, and the effect is so-so, but fortunately it's very mild - he's like asleep now." Hufflepuff took out his wand again and pointed it at Harry. The cold sweat that had just appeared on his body disappeared, and even his clothes became dry again.

"A clever life spell, I'll teach you later." Hufflepuff soothed the hearts of the little wizards in the carriage with a gentle voice.

After confirming that Harry was fine, Hufflepuff helped him to the seat, and then gently comforted the shivering red-haired girl. There was magic in her voice, which could quickly stabilize people's emotions. After the girl returned to normal, Helga woke Harry up.

"What did I do... just now?" Harry opened his eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Ron briefly told him what had just happened. After listening, Harry turned his eyes to Hufflepuff standing aside.

"Smith White, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Helga smiled at the three of them and introduced herself.

Hearing the term "Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor", Harry and Ron looked at each other, and an inexplicable look flashed in their eyes.

It's a pity for such a person to come to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Here, drink this." Hufflepuff took out a cup from his robe, and without doing anything, the cup was filled with dark red liquid.

Harry took the cup and drank the liquid inside. He immediately felt warm all over, but this did not prevent him from thinking that the taste of the cup was strange.

"Red wine, boiled with various spices, and added with a few potion ingredients - a recipe given by a friend of mine, can drive away the cold and warm up, detoxify and beautify the skin, and can also soothe the mood."

Seeing Harry's strange expression, Hufflepuff also briefly explained to him what the liquid in the cup was.

Harry nodded in confusion, thinking that this professor knew a lot.

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The second update is here, good night everyone~

I personally hope to update tomorrow at noon.