The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Although Lupin lived a miserable life, his magical abilities were beyond question; he was among the most outstanding adult wizards in the world.

Just then, a piercing squeak came from the darkness.

The young wizards saw people outside the window, and mist was rising from the window.

Many young wizards instinctively wiped away the fog so they could see more clearly what was outside the window.

However, they forgot that it was early September, and there was no way there could be fog on the windows at this time of year.

"Something is moving outside,"

"It looks like someone's getting on the bus," Ron said.

Ron's heart was pounding in his throat.

He was genuinely scared, especially now that the people around him were all unreliable.

Of course, it's not just about Harry and Neville, but also because Professor Lupin has been sleeping all day and is still sleeping.

So much so that Harry and his two friends spent half of the day discussing whether Lupin was dead.

If Lupin isn't dead, then why is he so trapped? Is it some kind of magical curse?

At least for now, Ron's assessment of Lupin is that he is completely unreliable.

"Ron, you stepped on my foot."

Neville complained in a somewhat frightened tone, but Ron's voice was louder.

"I'm at least two meters away from you, there's no way I could have stepped on you! Who is it?!"

"Is that you, Harry!"

“I’m still sitting here, it’s not me.”

"Please, Harry, just admit it!"

"It really wasn't me!"

Just as the atmosphere of terror was growing stronger, the door to the cubicle suddenly opened, and someone tripped over Harry's legs and fell down in pain.

"I'm sorry! Ouch! I'm so sorry—"

The scream came from Neville. Harry groped in the dark, grabbed Neville by the waist, and pulled him up.

But then, a loud hissing sound came through the air, accompanied by a painful scream, and Neville almost sat on Ron.

Harry's area was in complete chaos, and the other cubicles weren't much different.

The crowd was getting increasingly noisy, and it looked like an accident was about to happen. Harry said, "I'll go ask the driver what's going on."

Aside from the unreliable Lupin, he's the person with the highest level of magic here.

Theoretically, magic cannot be used on a train, but when it came to the crucial moment, he couldn't care less about that.

At this point, Harry was a little jealous because he also wanted to have his own second wand.

Harry knew, of course, that Dolly would make wands by hand and give one to each of her girlfriends.

Why can't he get the same wand, even if Harry can buy it with Galleons?

However, Harry was unaware that Dolly had no intention of giving him a second wand.

It's not because of favoritism.

It was because Harry's second wand was already prepared, and it was in Dumbledore's hands.

Just as Harry was about to leave the cubicle, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

"Quiet!"

Lupin seemed to have finally woken up, and Harry heard a noise coming from his corner, but neither of them spoke.

In the darkness, everyone stared wide-eyed, waiting for Lupin's next move.

Lupin did not fall asleep again.

With a slight crackling sound, a flickering light illuminated the cubicle.

Lupin seemed to be clutching a flame in his hand, which illuminated his tired, gray face, while his eyes appeared very alert.

"Stay put and don't move."

He spoke in that same hoarse voice, then, holding the flame, he slowly stood up.

But before Lupin could reach the door, the sliding door slowly opened.

In the flickering flame of Lupin's hand, a tall, cloaked figure could be seen standing in the doorway, almost touching the ceiling.

His face was completely hidden under the hood, making people curious about what looked like underneath.

Harry's gaze swept downwards, and what he saw made his stomach churn.

A hand emerged from beneath the cloak, greyish-white, gleaming eerily, seemingly covered in slime and spots, like something rotting in water after death…

The cloaked figure seemed to notice Harry's gaze, and his hand suddenly disappeared into the folds of his black cloak.

Then, the cloaked creature—whatever it was—slowly took a long breath, making a gurgling sound in its throat, as if it were inhaling more than just the surrounding air.

A bone-chilling cold swept over them, and Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. The cold seeped into his skin, invaded his chest, and entered his heart...

Harry rolled his eyes upwards and couldn't see anything.

He was overwhelmed by the cold, and his ears were ringing as if he were in water.

Something was pulling him down, and the whooshing sound was getting louder and louder...

Just then, he heard screams coming from a great distance—terrifying, panicked, and pleading screams.

He wanted to help that person; he tried to move his arm, but he couldn't move it at all.

A thick cloud of white mist swirled around him, swirled within him, and accelerated...

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Expecto Guardian!"

A brilliant light appeared in the darkness, a light that melted everything like the sun, clearing away all discord.

The hooded monster was also within the area to be cleared.

It was just light, and that light was completely harmless to the wizard; he couldn't even feel it.

But for the hooded monster, it was as if it had been hit by a bomb shockwave, and it was sent flying backward.

Then it let out a panicked cry, and the next second it turned around and ran away without looking back.

Harry finally closed his eyes in relief.

Because he knew his sister had arrived.

But the next second, his face started to burn.

"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?"

Someone was slapping his face, and the force was clearly Ron's.

Harry opened his eyes sadly and looked at Ron, feeling the pain still on his face.

Why wasn't it his sister who woke him up? Shouldn't he have been comforted by his sister with healing spells?

It was only then that Harry noticed the floor was shaking, clearly indicating that the Hogwarts Express had started moving again, and the lights had come back on.

He seemed to slide from his seat to the floor, with Ron and Neville crouching beside him, and Lupin half-crouching and watching him nervously.

Harry felt extremely uncomfortable. When he raised his hand to push his glasses up his nose, he touched his face and found it covered in cold sweat.

With the help of several people, Harry sat back down on the sofa. Ron asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Where's the monster? And where's my sister?"

"I heard someone screaming, is someone injured?"

Ron looked bewildered and said, "Nobody screamed."

Harry frowned and said, "But I heard screams—"

With a snap, they were all startled. It turned out that Lupin had broken a large piece of chocolate into several pieces.

"Give,"

He handed Harry a particularly large piece and said, "Eat it, it will help."

Harry took the chocolate, but didn't eat it.

"What is that thing?"

He asked Lu Ping.

"Dementor,"

As Lupin distributed the chocolates to everyone, he replied, "The Dementors of Azkaban."

Everyone stared at him in surprise. Lupin crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Eat,"

He added, "It will help."

"Your sister went to help others, patrolling the train with the prefect. It's truly remarkable that she can use the Patronus Charm at such a young age."

"And it seems it's not just your sister; are the new students at Hogwarts this powerful now?"

Lupin's voice carried a hint of emotion, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Although it seems that I don't need to take action, I still need to talk to the train conductor to prevent such a thing from happening again."

"If I see your sister, I will pass on a message to you."

After saying that, he walked past Harry and disappeared down the corridor.

Harry wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "I don't understand... what just happened?"

Harry looked at Ron, who gathered his thoughts and said, "That Dementor was just standing there looking around. I mean, it seemed to be looking around, and I couldn't see how it attacked you. You were knocked out almost instantly."

"I thought you were having an attack."

Ron continued, looking shaken: "You seemed to stiffen up, fall off your seat, and start convulsing."

Neville interjected, "Then there was your sister, who repelled the Dementors with the Patronus Charm."