A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 366 Stark's Cloak of Levitation

In the empty room,

Hermione was wearing a blue bodysuit, holding her wand, and carefully pointing it at the person in front of her.

The Dementor swam out of the glass room and roared as it lunged at Hermione.

A normal Dementor is about three meters tall, but this one has been shrunk to the height of an average adult.

It's not stunted growth, but rather a rapid shrinkage of the body due to prolonged fasting. This is a peculiar sign of weakness in Dementors.

The Dementor glided slowly forward, hissing as it breathed heavily, and a putrid hand reached out to Hermione.

To the Dementors, Hermione was like a delicious meal, or a spring of water found in the heart of the desert by a traveler on the verge of thirst.

Since being illegally imprisoned, it has been living a life of misery every day.

She was constantly being studied and manipulated by that boy, and every few days he would torture her with various kinds of magic. Occasionally, when he didn't use magic, he would switch to high-voltage electric shocks, high-speed water cutting, or dousing her with gasoline to simmer her!

It was so cruel it would make a Dementor shudder!

I can't do research anymore, and I can't rest either, or I'll be found out and used as a punching bag for the girls to practice their Guardian Charms!

Oh Merlin, when will these dark and hopeless days end?

At first, the Dementors would curse and call for help in their own language... But as time went on, they became so hungry that they almost lost the strength to even speak.

It doesn't want to run away now, nor does it expect its companions to save it... As a poor Dementor, it should be realistic; it just wants a good meal!

Is there anything wrong with this?

The Dementors then lunged at Hermione in a frenzy.

"Protect the Gods!" Hermione cried.

The white mist emitted slightly slowed down the speed of the man in the black robe.

Hermione tried to recall the happy times she had spent with William. She pressed her finger down, tapped her wand, and the white mist grew thicker until it finally formed a small bird.

The bird swirled merrily around Hermione, then shot straight at the Dementor's head.

The bird was moving so fast that it was unavoidable, and the gliding Dementor was knocked to the ground on the spot... It was moving so fast that it looked like an old man trying to scam someone.

William sat at a distance, closed the book in his hands, and couldn't help but say:

"That's enough, Hermione. You've already learned the Patronus Charm, so stop torturing it. Look how thin you've made the child."

"It's still a long way off. This Dementor is already very weak, so it won't have much of an effect on me."

Hermione, panting, skillfully took out a mana potion from the table and drank it down in one gulp.

She took a few breaths, looked at William with burning eyes, and said, "Come on, let's fight."

"Don't you want to rest for a while?" William frowned slightly. Hermione had been acting strangely ever since they said goodbye to Fleur.

Seeing William's expression, Hermione knew what he was thinking, so she explained:

"I just realized I have many shortcomings, so I'm taking advantage of the time before school starts to continue improving myself."

"There's no need to put too much pressure on yourself. You're already very outstanding among your peers."

"But she's nowhere near as good as Fleur... I can't beat her at all," Hermione muttered in dissatisfaction.

"She's two years older than you," William said, picking up the thermos next to him.

"So I must work twice as hard to close the gap of these two years and not let her outdo me." Hermione said with utmost seriousness.

"I must beat her, and preferably you too, so that if you dare... heh heh, I'll curse you!"

William choked on his water and said irritably, "Have some conscience, will you?"

Hermione, with a captivating smile, walked over, took William's cup, and drank all his water, leaving not a drop.

William stood up and took out his wand.

He decided to show Hermione, who had been getting bolder and more outspoken lately, what it meant to "first arrive with a cold glint, then the staff strikes like a dragon."

Ten minutes later, Hermione was exhausted and unable to stand up. William, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, the two lay dead on the sofa in the living room.

"What are you going to do with that Dementor?" Hermione asked, leaning on William's shoulder.

"We're already back in England. If we just leave it in the safe, won't the Dementors come knocking?"

That's right, there's only one week left before school starts.

They returned to London a week ago after finishing their trip to France.

To continue Hermione's training, William brought Anne to Hermione's house for a few days, ostensibly for "tutoring."

Anyway, nobody cared about them. Lyanna was away for a while, and the lab was left to the poor graduate students.

Now I need to take charge and make my presence felt.

Roy and Ellis have a ton of appointments to make and are very busy lately.

"I hope we won't be discovered," William said uncertainly.

His research on Dementors is only just beginning.

Dementors can speak and even briefly communicate with wizards.

I just don't know how they communicate with each other. It can't be through telepathy or electromagnetic induction, can it?

But even with electromagnetic wave induction, you can't hand over the Dementors.

William's research revealed that the Dementors' ability to fly was not due to their innate ability to fly, but rather to the black cloak they wore.

Cloaks are an innate item, like the fur of magical creatures.

Therefore, Dementors are similar to Invisible Beasts in some ways.

The Invisible Beast can become invisible because of its fur. Thanks to the special power of that fur, it can be used to weave an invisibility cloak.

William's current thought is to strip the Dementor's cloak and make it into a flight cloak!

This is definitely Doctor Strange's levitation cloak... no, it should be called Stark's levitation cloak!

If that were truly possible, Dementors would likely transform from guardians into targets to be hunted extensively.

After all, without buying and selling, there would be no killing.

However, Dementors can never be completely eradicated; they are a renewable resource!

Just as William was thinking, Hermione suddenly got up, put on her boy's slippers, and ran towards her room.

A moment later, the girl ran back carrying a box in her hands.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, opened the box, and revealed seven sparkling gems.

"Should we deposit everything into the vault when we go to Diagon Alley later?" Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"I think I'll pass. I went back and checked, and also consulted Nico and Dumbledore."

"This gem looks a lot like the lost Fairy Diamond. If it were in the vault, the fairies would definitely have found it," William said helplessly.

Hermione thought about it seriously for a moment, then nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice!

"Yes, fairies are greedy, and even the vault isn't safe. Remember the summer before last, when we were attacked by mysterious people?"

Hermione asked again, looking worried, "Then where should we hide it?"

"Where did you hide it before?" William asked, feigning ignorance.

"It's hidden under my bed!"

"You can still hide there," William laughed. "Under your bed is the safest place in the world."

Hermione nodded immediately, grinning; she thought so too.

The girl rolled her eyes and asked tentatively, "You're really entrusting me with something so valuable?"

"Of course," William said, suppressing a laugh. "Take good care of it and don't lose it. I'm going to give it to a girl later."

Shock, grievance, and sadness flashed across Hermione's face. In the end, she was on the verge of tears.

She pushed the box away, saying shamelessly, "...Fine, you can keep it yourself!"

William took the box and said regretfully, "Since someone doesn't want it, then forget it. I'll give it to Fleur... she'll probably like it."

Hermione snatched the box back and hid it behind her back like a precious treasure.

William stared at Hermione's profile, gazing at her dimples, lost in thought.

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After staying for more than an hour, the two left the safety watch and appeared in Hermione's room.

Hermione was startled because she had locked the door from the inside when she entered the safe room.

I didn't expect there to be someone in the room!

Then, the two of them spotted Anne lying on Hermione's bed!

Anne lay horizontally on the bed, her head off the bed surface, dangling upside down.

She was holding a strange, thick book in her hand, reading it intently, humming a song, and kicking her two slender, white legs happily.

Hermione sniffed... the room smelled of malt.

"Aaaaaah!" she screamed.

"Annie, you're eating in my bed again?!"

Hermione pounced on her.

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