Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 195, Section 193: Roll it up, roll it up to death! Roll it up to death!

Seemingly sensing the gazes of the crowd, the Dementor bent down, and a hand emerged from its cloak. This hand glowed faintly; it was gray, thin, and scabbed over, as if something had died and was rotting in water.

Several wands were pointed at it, but Harry and his friends dared not attack it easily because they did not know what the thing in front of them was.

Dementors are completely unconcerned about whether they are being pointed at by a wand; ordinary spells have no effect on them, and only a few spells, such as the Patronus Charm, can harm them.

Its head slowly turned toward Harry, seemingly full of interest in him.

The Dementors were trying to get close to Harry!

Harry felt as if a vortex had formed on the other person's face beneath the cloak, sucking everything around it in.

He felt a little dizzy.

A sudden burst of bright white light appeared without warning, blasting the Dementor out of the private room.

"Mr. Dementor, I don't think this is a place for you."

Dudley stepped out of the private room, looking down at the Dementors, his voice steady and composed.

"I'll count to three. If you don't leave then, you're not leaving at all."

The Dementor roared angrily, but the white light seemed to have hurt it so much that it couldn't even stand up.

"three!"

Dali decisively shouted out the number three.

As for the first and second, who stipulated that we have to start shouting from the very beginning?

Why would you just shout "three" directly?

Even Dementors, creatures whose intelligence is questionable, seem to freeze for a moment; if they had faces, they would surely look utterly bewildered.

You lack martial ethics.

"Very well, I will take this as a provocation."

Dali felt it was a pity that he didn't have a chance to bring back any local specialties from Azkaban last time he went there. He didn't expect that these local specialties would be delivered to his door today, so he couldn't let them go to waste.

So Dudley silently pulled out the red and white ball from his waist.

There were clearly more Dementors than just the one that had boarded the Hogwarts Express; a chilling aura still lingered in the carriages.

"Get out of here!"

A roar came from a private room not far away.

Dudley saw a silver light rise up, and a silver-white wolf knocked another Dementor out of the way.

A guardian deity spell, and a fully formed guardian deity spell at that.

After knocking down the Dementor, the silver wolf did not stop, but instead rushed towards other carriages.

A somewhat disheveled-looking man stepped out of the carriage and nodded slightly to Dudley, who was also standing outside.

Dudley rubbed the ring on his finger, suppressing his urge to catch another Dementor, and nodded in response to the man.

Before long, the chilly feeling in the carriage disappeared, the lights on the train were turned back on, and everything became bright again.

Soon the Hogwarts train resumed normal operation.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Dali walked back to the carriage and slowly closed the compartment door.

"I'm fine, just feeling a little unwell."

Harry's lips were only slightly pale.

"Have some soda."

Dudley took a bottle of soda out of his left pocket and handed it to Harry.

Harry tilted his head back and gulped it down in one go.

"belch"

Harry let out a long, powerful burp, which made him feel much better immediately.

"What is that?" Ron asked curiously, staring at the empty bottle.

He had intended to ask Harry for a taste, but Harry downed it in one gulp. Ron found the lingering aroma in the air quite intriguing.

"Want some soda?" Dali took another bottle out of his pocket.

"Gulp."

When Ron swallowed his first sip of the soda, he was captivated by this novel beverage.

"It's delicious, much better than cherry juice," Ron exclaimed sincerely.

Don't find this strange; wizards look down on weapons made by ordinary people, let alone try to drink beverages they make.

A group of stubborn old fogies who are stuck in their ways.

After drinking more than half of it, Ron remembered his friend and said to Neville.

"Navie, won't you try some?"

Neville looked at the bottle opening with a few food crumbs on it and waved his hand repeatedly to refuse, saying, "No need, I drank too much during the holiday."

Ron: "!!!"

How much delicious food did you guys eat behind my back during the holiday?

"A Dementor? Was that thing just now a Dementor?"

Harry quickly asked after recovering somewhat.

He had only recently heard the name Dementor, because of practicing that spell.

"I read about it in a book. It's a terrifying, dark creature that sucks away people's happiness, leaving only the worst memories. It can also steal people's souls, turning them into a living corpse."

Hermione, the encyclopedia encyclopedia, immediately shared the information she knew.

"I remember they were controlled by the Ministry of Magic and are now mostly in Azkaban. There shouldn't be any wild Dementors outside of Azkaban."

The Ministry of Magic claims that Dementors are under their control, but only Minister Fudge knows the truth.

"Unfortunately, we're not yet proficient with our guardian spells."

Hermione spoke with a hint of regret, as silver threads emanated from the tip of her wand, unable to hold their shape.

"I wish I could be like Dudley just now."

Is it possible that Dudley wasn't proficient in the Guardian Charm, and that quantitative change led to qualitative change?

After she finished speaking, Harry and Neville also took out their wands, and silver threads also emanated from the tips of their wands.

After finishing his soda, Ron frowned slightly, realizing that things weren't so simple.

"Wait... You all learned the Guardian Charm?"

It seems like he's the only one who hasn't learned it yet?

Everyone nodded to Ron.

Harry then added, at just the right moment, "Malfoy learned it too."

Ron:

Neville added, "We've also learned a lot of dueling techniques, and I can now cast some of the more powerful Transfiguration Charms."

Ron:

He has always been better than Neville in terms of Transfiguration Charms, which are Neville's weakness, but now it seems he is not as good as Neville.

"By the way, Ron, Malfoy said he'd be happy to teach you some techniques for defense against the dark magic once school starts."

Neville's last words pierced Ron's heart like an arrow.

At that moment, he felt as if his entire body had turned gray.

It's just a holiday, why do I feel like I missed out on so much?

Maybe I shouldn't go on the next trip.

Ron made up his mind in secret.

He doesn't want to be at the bottom of the discipline team!

Is it possible that while the other young wizards just play around during the holidays, Dudley and his friends work even harder during the holidays than they do during school?

Well, the main problem is

Dali and his team are too shrewd.

Yeah, it's really rolled up.

If they keep going like this, maybe in two years they'll be able to easily defeat those experienced Death Eaters.

(End of this chapter)