A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 378 Harry: Tom, don't say anything, kiss me!

After Professor Lupin left, William, along with Percy and a group of prefects, began repairing the roof of the train.

A large pile of debris flew back to its original position, shimmering and sparkling, and the damaged, torn, and gaped parts of several carriages were restored to their original state.

Not everything was restored; some of the debris from the carriages had long since disappeared, and the repair spells were useless.

William had no choice but to use Transfiguration to build a temporary shelter, just enough to keep out the wind and rain.

Of course, William incorporated his lifelong aesthetic expertise into it, and it also subtly reveals the spirit of craftsmanship... This is true simplicity without being simplistic.

Half an hour later, Professor Lupin returned, wrapped in a worn-out robe. Judging from his expression, the negotiations had failed!

"I've reached an agreement with the Dementor leader; they'll only send one Dementor onto the train to search, and we'll have to disarm our defenses."

Since Professor Lupin said so, what could William say? Let them inspect him; he wasn't hiding Blake from them.

My safety list is full of basilisks, black dogs, three civets, and other miscellaneous small animals... where is Black?!

Okay, William is also illegally imprisoning a Dementor. But the Dementor probably won't find out, right?

William is both highly skilled and daring!

He pointed his wand at the carriage and cast another complex spell. The shimmering words gradually dimmed and disappeared completely into the train.

Professor Lu Ping loudly instructed all students to stay in their own carriages and not to come out.

The train door opened, and a Dementor slid in.

It was cloaked, towering to the ceiling, its face completely hidden beneath a headscarf. Like the Grim Reaper, it inspected each carriage one by one.

Soon, they arrived at William's carriage.

It slid inside, intending to thoroughly examine the place and perhaps inhale some of the pleasant atmosphere, but then it seemed to smell something, abruptly lowered its head, and stared at the boy in the corner.

It's him,

It's him,

it's him!

This wizard was absolutely the despicable fellow who humiliated and ravaged it on Biarritz Beach!

Such a familiar scent, it would never mistake it, and would even never forget it, as if it were engraved in its mind.

After that day, it kept searching and tracking, and unexpectedly found it in England.

Your soul... belongs to me!

The Dementor pounced, ready to give William a passionate kiss.

William was completely bewildered. Had his imprisonment of the Dementors been discovered?

He genuinely didn't recognize this Dementor, the one he had beaten up before. After all, William was face-blind.

Before William could make a move, Harry, sitting on the other side, felt a chill run through his body.

He found his breath caught in his chest. The chill penetrated his skin, reaching his chest and then his heart…

Cedric tensed up as Harry hugged him from behind, murmuring, "It's so cold."

Cedric was unsure whether he should put his arm around Harry and give him a warm hug.

Because autumn seems to be quite cold.

Which one to choose?

Is there any need to hesitate?

Just as Cedric was trying to break free from Harry, Harry's eyes rolled upwards, and he could no longer bear it, collapsing to the ground with a thud and convulsing.

The Dementor stopped. At that moment, it had only one thought: This is a staged accident, absolutely a staged accident!

It looked up again and found two black rods had appeared in front of it... William and Hermione simultaneously raised their wands, aimed them at the Dementor's head, and shouted:

"Protect the Gods!"

Two silver birds flew side by side, their shimmering white bodies resembling the bright moonlight, instantly knocking the Dementor away.

The train, which had been perfectly repaired, cracked open again, and the sound pierced the eardrums.

The two guardian spirits burst out of the train, intertwined, and flew around the train, driving away the Dementors that surrounded them.

Ancient runes illuminated a defensive spell, followed by William's voice:

"How dare they attack a boy who survived a near-death experience and even try to give him a Dementor's kiss! I will tell Dumbledore and Minister Fudge about this!"

right now,

Get out of here!

Otherwise, I'll kill you all!

The train slowly started moving, leaving behind a group of bewildered Dementors. The Dementor leader turned his head and looked at his subordinate who had boarded the train to search it.

What the hell?! This car wasn't for hunting!

Sneaking food again?!

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The Hogwarts Express.

"...Mr. Clegane, I solemnly tell you, this matter is not over!"

I almost died, killed by that Thunderbird! Sixty of my classmates were injured, seven or eight seriously, and Harry Potter is unconscious and about to be sent to the ICU! The train was also destroyed.

That thunderbird also attracted Dementors, who attacked us...

I'm not trying to extort or stage an accident, but I definitely need to pay for the medical expenses. Please transfer 3,000 Galleons to my vault in Gringotts, France. Thank you.

Also, if Rita can't give a reasonable answer as to why the Thunderbird is in England, I'm going to have a heart-to-heart talk with her about the story of the Thunderbird and the werewolf...

After extorting the money, William carefully sealed the letter. Unlike ordinary letters, it was bright red.

—This is a roaring letter!

"How is it?" William asked.

"Your tone was spot on; I think your performance was very powerful," Hermione said softly. "But Mr. Clegane certainly won't be paying."

"Perhaps, but Hermione, you need to know that we still need to put pressure on him. We need to let him know that we are angry," William explained.

"This is a matter of attitude and stance; otherwise, this kind of thing will happen again!"

William took Anne's owl and tossed the letter to an owl named Drogon, asking it to be delivered to the French Ministry of Magic.

Of course, even if he wrote to Clegane now, it would be useless. The Thunderbird had already come all the way to England.

William was just strange.

What deep-seated hatred could there be? It's just a goblin diamond, it's worthless. Why would anyone fly all the way from France to England to find him?

It was made to sound like a blood feud or the pain of losing a child... Although William had this thought, he didn't steal the bird's eggs.

This is absolutely incomprehensible!

After Zhuo Gengfei left, everyone looked at the two of them with shock and admiration.

Sending a shouting letter to the head of the French Department of Law Enforcement...that's a bit of a stunt.

Forget about the director, why don't you send a shouting letter to the head of the Auror office in the UK and see what happens?

If I send it here, believe it or not, Auror will be checking your watch in no time.

In fact, this isn't the only thing worth complaining about.

For example: why does Anne have the Sorting Hat; what was the situation with the attacking Thunderbird; the defensive magic on the train; and the magic William and Hermione used to drive away the Dementors...

A whole host of questions!

William gave the group a brief explanation of the Thunderbird and the werewolf from beginning to end.

He didn't mention the Fairy Diamond. That's a sensitive topic; William needs to consult the headmaster first. It's not appropriate to bring it out openly now.

Everyone was stunned after hearing this. Were William and Hermione really on vacation in France?

Why does it always feel like they're cracking down on organized crime?

Just then, Harry, who had been unconscious, finally woke up.

William handed him a cup of potion, saying, "Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

Harry took the cup, but instead of drinking, he quickly asked:

"What just happened? Where did that—that monster—the Dementor go? William, you were just talking to Voldemort…"

Ginny screamed, her face turning pale.

Harry quickly corrected himself, saying, "I think I saw William fighting with the Man of Darkness. What's he doing here?!"

"The Dementors were driven away by William and Hermione," Fred said.

"Harry, William didn't fight the Man of Darkness." George shook his head. "Are you hallucinating?"

"But I did see William and Riddle fighting, and they were talking..." Harry covered his painful scar.

Previously, only the scar on the right side hurt, but since the locked room incident, the new scar on the left side has started to hurt.

"William's voice was broken, as if it was making Riddle..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Kiss me!"

William: "..."

Everyone looked at William with a puzzled expression.

William immediately denied it three times: "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

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