Chapter 83 Eat the Dementors (Five Thousand Chapters 2)

It was getting darker outside, and the train was going slower and slower.

The violent wind roared recklessly, and heavy raindrops hit the train frantically.

The lights in the corridor had gone out, and looking out the window, one could only see endless darkness.

"Are we there yet?" Ron asked, withdrawing his head from the window.

"We can't get there that fast." Hermione looked at her watch and spoke.

Before she finished her words, the train stopped completely.

As the train jolted heavily, all the lights on the entire train went out.

Gret put away his notes and drew out his wand. He knew that the Dementors must have come, but he didn't know from which direction this guy, who was said to be repelled only by the Patronus, would come.

From time to time, there was a sound of something falling to the ground, and it seemed that someone's luggage fell from the luggage rack.

Ginny came to find Ron in the dark. It seemed that the sudden darkness scared the little girl, and even when she saw Harry, she couldn't get rid of the paleness on her face.

I don't know if the little girl recalled what happened last semester, anyway, she is now curled up in Ron's arms.

At this time, only her brother can give her a sense of security.

In order to make it easier for Ron to take care of Ginny, Harry also changed positions with Ron so that he could lean against the window.

When there was a rustling sound of something rubbing against the carriage outside the carriage, Gretel knew that the Dementors had arrived.

"Harry, don't move, don't open the door."

God knows how anxious Gretel's voice was. Harry, who was overly curious, opened the door of the carriage before he finished listening.

Under the illumination of the fluorescent spell, Harry saw a person who was tall enough to support the ceiling and wearing a shabby coat with a hood.

The hand exposed from under the coat was glowing, but the light looked particularly pale, and the outstretched arm was covered with scars and looked extremely gray, as if it had been soaked in water, which made people particularly uncomfortable.

Hermione and Ginny also saw this monster, and screams one after another resounded throughout the carriage.

Ron was completely stunned, but he still held Ginny tightly and tried his best to hold her in his arms, as if he could protect her.

Harry looked at the monster whose face was covered by the hood, and regretted not listening to Gretel.

He didn't know what was inside the hood, and it was breathing slowly and long, as if it was trying to absorb something, but it certainly couldn't be the air around it.

A strong chill surrounded the entire carriage, and the chill entered from the skin, reached his chest, and then reached his heart. Harry felt a little difficult to breathe, and he felt like he was going to die.

His vision gradually blurred, and a sharp pain like a needle pierced the scar on his forehead.

His head seemed to be about to split, and he struggled in the cold. His ears seemed to be rustling like water, and he seemed to be dragged down by someone, and the roar became louder.

He wanted to struggle, he could hear screams in the distance, screams coming from far away, he wanted to help, but he couldn't muster any strength.

Gretel noticed that as the Dementors sucked, Harry seemed to have lost the color of his body, and his skin gradually became as dark as the Dementors.

When Harry felt that he had no way to seek and was about to fall into the endless abyss, Gretel took action. He stood up and pulled Harry back, and he stood in Harry's position.

For some reason, when he saw the Dementors, the panel seemed very excited and kept flashing in his vision.

In this carriage, except for him, everyone had difficulty breathing, and everyone's face was full of fear, which was indescribable.

It was a bit like the ugly rat Banban facing Crookshanks.

I don't know if it was because the panel isolated the influence of the Dementors, Gretel just felt that the Dementors smelled very bad, with a rotten smell.

He didn't know what the panel wanted him to do, swallow it?

That definitely wouldn't work. This kind of thing can only be tried when there is no one around, and he will definitely not do it. If he wants to do it, the panel will do it himself.

He couldn't do it, let alone that mouth.

Gretel stood there in a daze, but to the others in the carriage, it was Gretel who risked his life to replace Harry.

Harry fell to the ground, gasping for air, his eyes filled with the same shock as the others.

Even without facial features, Gretel could still feel that the Dementor seemed confused.

Gretel knew what it was confused about, because it could clearly feel happiness from him, but it could not absorb any.

Just after it moved, Crookshanks, who had been nestling in Hermione's arms, seemed to be touched, crouched up, and roared threateningly.

The Dementor slowly approached Gretel, and the strong stench rushed straight into Gretel's nose.

Hermione seemed to wake up at this time, "Gretel, get out of the way, you haven't lost to me yet!"

God knows where Hermione got the courage from, and the others couldn't even breathe under the oppression of the Dementors.

Seeing that Hermione was about to rush up and knock Gretel away, Gretel finally came to his senses.

"Expediate Patronus~"

If he didn't do anything, this stupid beaver would stuff himself into the mouth of the Dementor.

A gentle and dazzling silver light flowed out from the tip of Gretel's wand, gradually transforming into the image of a rabbit.

It's just that this rabbit looks a bit ferocious. It stands like a human, and even holds a luminous object in the shape of a brick in its hand.

The Patronus Charm is a powerful weapon to expel Dementors. The moment the silver light emerges, the Dementors have to stay away from Gretel.

The coldness in the room was also expelled. From the Dementors, Gretel felt the unwillingness and anger of being expelled by the Patronus Charm.

Seeing that it was about to retreat, Gretel's Patronus seemed to be stimulated by its eyes and rushed towards the Dementors.

Gretel slapped his head, he knew it would be like this.

When practicing the Patronus Charm in Godot Town, Estragon's Patronus was also beaten by it in this way.

The Dementors never thought that one day they would be chased and beaten by a Patronus.

It had obviously retreated far away, but the Patronus still didn't let it go. In its view, all this was the sin of Gretel, the little wizard.

Everyone knows that the wizard's Patronus is controlled by the master.

Its eyes were full of grievance and resentment, but Grete's patronus showed no sign of letting it go.

The brick in his hand hit its forehead with a heavy blow, like a roar resounding in the depths of the soul, making everyone frown.

That kind of shrill cry was like a demon crawling out of hell, cursing endlessly in people's ears.

But there was really no sound in the ears.

Grete's patronus seemed to have endless energy, and the brick in his hand, which looked light, hit the Dementor as if it was heavy.

The twelve-foot-tall body was slapped to the ground by the patronus, but even so, the patronus did not intend to let it go.

Seeing that the Dementor had no more strength to resist, the patronus lightly threw the brick in his hand to his side, and it scattered into silver light.

Everyone thought that the matter was about to end, and the Dementor, who was lying on the ground wailing silently, but whose cry resounded in everyone's soul, also felt that the beating was over.

The patronus walked to its hood, reached in, fumbled for a long time, and pulled out a gray, floating ribbon-like shadow.

As the shadow left the body, the Dementor, who was struggling and twitching just now, suddenly stopped in place, and Grete felt the appetite coming from the patronus.

Appetite?

It was really weird, a patronus actually had an appetite.

What happened next shattered the three views of everyone present. Like eating noodles, the patronus swallowed the shadow into its stomach, and then dissipated into silver light all over the sky and returned to his wand.

Fortunately, everyone was frightened by the Dementors and locked the door and stayed in the carriage.

Grete was the only one who saw this scene. As the patronus returned, Grete felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

A warm and soft wave gradually soaked Grete's whole body, and then Grete's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Until his eyes went black and he collapsed to the ground.

When Hermione and Harry rushed out, the corpse of the Dementor on the ground in the distance seemed to be decomposed and dissipated into a pile of flying ash. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and there was no trace of the Dementor on the entire train.

——

When Gretel woke up, it was already the early morning of September 2nd.

He missed the sorting ceremony again. In the three years since he entered school, he had never attended the opening ceremony except for his own sorting ceremony.

"Next year, I will definitely not miss the sorting ceremony again."

Gretel lay on the hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling absent-mindedly.

Speaking of which, compared with Harry, he is more like a savior, at least from the number of hospitalizations.

He obviously just wanted to graduate safely and become the richest man in the world, the richest man in the Muggle and wizard worlds.

But things always develop in strange directions, so that today, he even bears the burden of letting wizards live equally in the sun.

However, this hospitalization does not seem to be due to injury. Rather than fainting, it is better to say that he is weak and cannot be supplemented.

He didn't know what the patronus brought back, but he could feel that it seemed to be nourishing his body.

Now he could feel the tiny dust in the air, the joy of everything growing outside the window, and even the tiny existence floating in the air.

That existence kept shuttling around him, and he vaguely realized that this existence was inextricably linked to the magic of wizards.

He didn't want to move at all now, he just wanted to lie quietly and feel this rare quietness. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

He didn't know how long he lay there until Madam Pomfrey's surprised eyes appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Gretel, you're awake, you're really great this time."

Madam Pomfrey checked for a long time and finally confirmed that Gretel had no hidden injuries.

Then she helped him sit up. Gretel always felt soft all over, as if he had overtrained.

Gretel didn't expect that the first person to rush to the infirmary would be Snape, but it was obvious that he didn't come to comfort him.

Gretel had never seen Snape, who was always calm, so angry. Unlike the anger during class, his anger was about to burst out from his head.

"Are you crazy? That's a Dementor. It obviously knows the Patronus Charm, why didn't you cast it the first time?

Do you think you are very brave? Feeding the tiger with your own body, brave Mr. Grete? "

His tone was very urgent, so urgent that he didn't even call Grete a troll.

What can Grete do? He can't reveal the existence of the panel to anyone. It is the panel that gives him confidence.

The panel flashed frequently at that time, just like Snape at this moment.

Grete has come to his senses now. The panel is as anxious as the patronus.

It also wants to eat the Dementors, just like it ate the residual soul of Tom Riddle, and give Grete an entry in return.

For some reason, he feels that since he woke up, his thoughts always diverge without paying attention.

Because he thought of the panel, At this time, he began to be dazed again, just like the electrical signals in his brain, running a marathon without a finish line.

He could see Snape anxiously calling Pomfrey, and also saw him take out a bunch of bottles and jars from his pocket, which were various potions that Snape prepared daily.

But he just didn't respond, as if he was disconnected, and his brain was running a marathon non-stop.

Mechanically opening his mouth, swallowing, joy potion, wakefulness potion...

If Pomfrey hadn't stopped him, Snape would even want to slowly fill Gretel with a bottle of Felixir.

——

"Professor, don't worry, I'm fine."

Gretel's brain finally reconnected and took control of his body.

"Who's anxious? I'm just worried that there will be too many doses in the future and one person can't make them. "

Grete's words seemed to stir up a hornet's nest, and Snape spit out denials like a string of arrows.

But Grete still noticed the worry in his eyes.

Until Madam Pomfrey assured him that Grete had no hidden injuries, but was only hurt in the mind, Snape left hesitantly.

But unlike what Madam Pomfrey said, Grete did not feel any hidden injuries.

He felt more like he was full and needed to digest, so he seemed particularly slow.

After lunch, many people who cared about Grete rushed to the infirmary, even though Madam Pomfrey refused on the grounds that his mind was damaged and it was not appropriate to see too many people.

Still, the people who came like a tide could not be stopped, and finally there was no choice but to agree to send a few representatives to visit Grete for a limited time of five minutes.

Not many people came in, two from each college.

The one from Ravenclaw was of course Penelope, and Grete's roommate Terry.

The one from Gryffindor was Harry and Hermione.

But Miss Squirrel and Penelope obviously don't get along well. When they entered the door, the two even fought with their eyes at the door for who should come first.

The Hufflepuffs came with Mr. Cedric and the bar owner Hannah.

Everyone held a lot of gifts in their hands, and they piled them on the bed next to Gret.

The expressions of several people were different. Harry's eyes were moved, and Hermione's eyes were admiring.

Cedric and Hannah were full of praise, and Terry's eyes were full of praise.

Only Penelope's eyes were full of blame and worry.

But everyone was silent, and no one knew who would start the first sentence.

It wasn't until Cedric stood up that the conversation started.

"How do you feel now? Is there anything you want to eat? By the way, Professor Sprout said that when you get better, she will treat you to a newly transplanted sand apple, which is a precious species that she found after searching for a long time in the desert. "

Harry came up and sniffed, but Gretel stopped him decisively.

"Don't cry, I'm not dead yet."

As soon as these words came out, the solemn atmosphere was instantly broken, and Penelope slapped him unhappily.

"Gretel, you are my lifelong good friend, the best friend."

Gretel almost widened her eyes.

Well, it's impossible to get along well with Ron in this life.

Before several people had time to say a few words, they were driven out by Madam Pomfrey.

She brought in more gifts, "There are still many people who haven't come yet, Mr. Gretel, you are completely famous this time."

Until it was getting dark, the endless stream of people gradually slowed down.

The gifts piled on the bed next to it were almost full.

Just like Cedric said, "Who doesn't want to have a friend who will stand up when they are in trouble? "

In the evening, Penelope came again and brought Professor Flitwick's words.

"The professors are studying to put you in the history of Hogwarts. You deserve this reward."

God knows, he just wanted to protect Harry who lost Lupin's protection because of the butterfly effect.

This is just to ensure that he can form a three-legged tripod with the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters in the future.

It's not without benefits. At least when Dumbledore came to visit, Gret felt that he was much less guarded.

——

When he was fully recovered and no longer in a daze, two weeks had passed.

On the day of recovery, Gret found that he seemed to have gained a lot of weight when he got out of bed.

There was no way, who made Gret really stand out this time, and many people thought of ways to send him food in the infirmary every day.

All kinds of strange things from all over the world.

Many of them were sent by classmates who wrote letters to their families, just because Gret stood up to protect Harry this time.

Gret's communication store cleared out another wave of warehouses.

Although Madam Pomfrey's infirmary did not have an unpleasant smell of disinfectant, Gretel could only look out through the small window every day, which almost made Gretel's bones rusty.

In order to avoid attracting others' attention, Grete put on a hood when leaving here.

Fortunately, many people had heard and seen Gretel, but were not familiar with him, which allowed Gretel to return to the tower without alerting anyone.

"Grete, you smell different." Luna was the first person to notice Grete.

In other words, Gretel caught Luna's attention the moment she entered the common room.

smell?

Gretel was startled for a moment and sniffed himself uncertainly.

No, even in the infirmary, he made sure to clean himself every day. How could it smell?

"I'm not talking about this smell, but a feeling. The smell before was not so fresh. Now you smell like a flower or a tree in nature."

Luna's eyebrows were almost squeezed together. Gretel had never seen her as happy as she was today.

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Moderator: It is reported that recently, in front of the All Mankind United Alliance building, a man pulled up a banner and accused the supreme wizard Mike Grete. We have asked reporters from the front to give us live reports.

Reporter: Hello, host, I am our reporter XX. We learned that the man is red-haired, about forty years old, and comes from the old Great Britain. He wants to accuse the Supreme Wizard of stealing his best friend through conspiracy when he was young. Friendship, now please ask the photographer to turn the camera to the banner for us.

Banner: Mike Gretel, if you have the ability to stay in the building, if you have the ability to come out, tell me, I am Harry's best friend~

Because the Supreme Wizard is kind-hearted, the man has been taken home by his friends without administrative punishment.

Moderator: Okay, let us thank the reporters in front of us for bringing us the live situation. The moderator would like to remind you that although the right of reputation is small, the infringement is huge.

Audience friends, please do not learn this wrong behavior. At the end of the show, let us praise the kindness of the Supreme Wizard.

See you next time.