Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 116 The Rampaging Dementors

Sirius Black's intrusion incident unsurprisingly became the hottest topic for the next two weeks, with everyone discussing how he managed to break in.

As various rumors circulated, the speculations became increasingly outlandish.

However, for the eaglets, this was just a topic to pass the time during their free time.

Who said the savior was in Gryffindor?

But it only circulated for half a month. By late November, all the attention had turned to Quidditch.

Roger has been busy for a long time, and Professor Flitwick has also provided a lot of help, granting the team many approvals for outdoor training sessions, far exceeding the number in previous years.

In order to achieve the goals set at the beginning of the new semester, in addition to outdoor training, Roger also arranged a lot of indoor training, and added many technical and tactical discussion and research meetings, making a clear schedule for the players' extracurricular time.

As members of the team, Stewart and Anthony couldn't quite remember the last time they had leisurely played around in the common room; it seemed like it hadn't happened since Halloween. So much so that back in the dorm at night, Stewart would often complain about Roger's brutality, referring to him respectfully as "Wood II."

Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, is a well-known training fanatic throughout the school, and Roger is now trying to surpass him.

Ekko could only express his regret and wish the team a successful start.

Even after three years, Ike still has no interest in the sport, and he can swear that it has absolutely nothing to do with his exceptional flying talent.

Besides, Ike also has his own troubles.

For some reason, Ellie's spirits were low after Halloween. She was always curled up on the shelf and barely ate anything, and she was getting thinner and thinner.

"Mr. Strand, you summoned me here just to treat your stupid pet?"

After trying various healing potions for several days, Ike, having exhausted all other options, had no choice but to seek out the person he considered the most reliable. However, Professor Snape clearly thought Ike was just looking for trouble.

"I'm not a veterinarian!"

"Professor, I really have no other choice." Ike rarely showed such a fawning attitude in front of Snape. "I can't think of anyone else who can cure it."

Snape poked the listless Ellie with his wand, and the little girl just moved aside without any further reaction.

They used a few more spells to check, but still found nothing.

He recognized the little one, and it was precisely because he recognized her that he had the patience. In any case, the birth of that red rose was because of Ellie.

"In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with it," Snape said. "However, I can ask around for you; just leave it with me for now."

"I'll feed it some magic potions; maybe that will help it recover."

"Thank you so much, Professor." Ike breathed a sigh of relief. With a Potions Master making such a promise, he could truly rest assured.

He then took the opportunity to ask Snape some questions about potions before politely saying goodbye.

"Strider..." Just as she was about to get up, Snape called out to her. He pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote something on it, and handed it to her.

"You need to be mindful of your body odor. Pour some of this into your shower to help mask it."

?

Ike was completely bewildered. He even sniffed himself, only smelling of soap. It wasn't until he saw the potion recipe on the parchment that he understood.

"Heh..." Snape returned to his usual demeanor. "Honestly, if it weren't for... I would have definitely fired you and personally sent you to Azkaban."

"These young wizards these days are really bold!"

"Thank you, Professor."

Somewhat apprehensive, Ike left, clutching the parchment tightly in his hand, and hurried toward the House of Requirement.

Now, this potion is the most crucial thing!

Heather stamens, slug mucus, porcupine quills, Rafflesia sap, skunk scent glands, and several other ingredients whose very names make one's head spin—after being boiled together, produce a Ministry of Magic controlled potion recorded in "Powerful Potions"—Rost Purifying Agent.

It has only one function: to remove unique marks from wizards that come from other creatures or people, even marks of black magic, which can be removed in most cases.

"Snape knows, which means..."

Soaking in the bathtub, having blocked out his sense of smell, Ike's mind began to race, but he still decided to proceed with the original plan. Snape's recipe was both a reminder and a message for Ike.

"Do what you want to do!"

This is what Snape didn't say.

The magic of magic lies in the fact that a bunch of highly poisonous materials can be boiled down to produce a powerful antidote, while a potion made from a bunch of extremely smelly materials can leave you with no odor after taking a bath.

To be honest, taking a bath is really nice, so Ike decided that he would come every day from now on.

After resolving his own internal problems, Ike resumed his usual study and research routine. However, he had to stop on November 20th.

Because the Quidditch match has begun.

While the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff battle may not be as classic as the Lion-Snake battle, it was still a thrilling duel for many young wizards who had been waiting for it.

The clash between Cedric and Harry Potter, the two best Seekers at Hogwarts, is still very appealing.

Even when the weather on match day was appalling, with torrential rain and strong winds making it impossible to see what was happening on the field, it couldn't dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

Ike sat quietly in the Ravenclaw stands, next to the shouting Stewart and Anthony. Thanks to Ike's gadgets, they felt no cold and weren't wet at all. Plus, with their modified binoculars, they could see the situation on the court even in a storm.

This is another refining item sponsored by Ekko. Every Ravenclaw Quidditch player in the stands has one, so they can see other teams' tactics clearly in bad weather.

It's a very simple little thing, sold in Quidditch boutiques for just two sieves each, and it's also a great toy for practicing.

The match was intense, but the rain was so heavy that the players on the field had difficulty even holding onto their brooms. Several near-accidents occurred, and the frequent close calls elicited screams from the young wizards—screams that even the thunder and lightning couldn't drown out.

Ike watched the game on the field, then quietly retreated to a corner of the stands. After a bright flash of lightning, he cast an illusion spell on himself.

The rain intensified, and Gryffindor called a timeout, but the cheers from the crowd didn't stop. Especially after Lee Jordan shouted, "They've found the Golden Snitch!", the stadium erupted!

But soon, a bone-chilling cold swept over them, and the sky seemed to darken further. On the field, a person was thrown straight off a broom, yet strangely, no one made a sound.

Ike tilted his head back, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips, his hand tightening around his wand. As a sudden burst of white light illuminated the professor's stands, he chased after the group of Dementors fleeing like stray dogs.

The greatest white wizard of our time unleashed the most powerful Patronus Charm Ike had ever seen, causing immeasurable damage to the Dementors.

He caught up easily. Ike activated Occlumency, his wand in his right hand emitted a white light, and his left hand grabbed a Dementor by the neck.

"The suitcase flew in!"

The suitcase left in the dormitory arrived through the rain. Ike stuffed the Dementor inside and immediately sprinted towards the court, quietly blending into the crowd.

The prefects were organizing the students to return to the castle, but the scene was still chaotic, and no one noticed that Ike had quietly run out, with a floating, invisible suitcase beside him.

Inside the suitcase, there was also a Dementor that had just been stuffed in.

(End of this chapter)