With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

As he spoke, Levin pointed upwards.

On the shelf was a tattered little box with Lupin's name printed on one corner, the letters already peeling off.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, feeling awkward.

After a while, Ron asked, "I wonder what he's here for?"

“No need to ask,” Hermione said quickly, “He’s our future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

"He prints this on his own suitcase too?" Ron exclaimed in surprise. "Why doesn't he print his birthday and address on it as well?"

“No…this wasn’t printed on the box.” Hermione explained, even more awkwardly, “The only people who can be on this train are students and professors, and this is the only professorship vacant at Hogwarts.”

“This time, it’s logical reasoning,” Levin added finally.

Ron blushed slightly, but he still forced out another question to save face: "Do you think he knows about the curse?"

"What curse?" Harry looked at him with some confusion.

"It's that mysterious man's curse. This job is cursed by that mysterious man; no one can work a full year without any problems," Ron said mysteriously.

“Look at his attire, clearly he needs this job!” Ciri said with some pity. She had been in a similar situation for a time when she first transmigrated, so she could empathize with him.

"Good luck to him. No teacher has been able to teach this subject for more than a year in the past two years!" Harry thought that the curse Ron mentioned might actually be true.

Time flew by, and the carriage quickly fell silent after the train started moving.

While chatting, the group found something to do. Levin leaned against the girls' legs and closed his eyes to rest.

Ciri began to maintain her sword again.

Hermione then took out this year's textbook and began reading.

The train continued northward, and the rain outside grew heavier.

The windowpane appeared as a thick, sticky gray, gradually deepening until all the lights in the carriage came on.

The wind howled, raindrops pounded on the train windows, and the train swayed and slowed down.

People were peeking out from each of the carriages along the corridor.

The train suddenly jolted and stopped, and a series of thuds and bangs could be heard in the distance, indicating that luggage had fallen from the racks.

Then, all the lights suddenly went out, plunging them into complete darkness.

Levin was just about to enjoy the snacks he had just bought when the sudden stop almost made him spill his chilled raspberry drink.

"What's going on? We're eating hotpot and singing songs, and suddenly we're about to be robbed by bandits?"

Levin complained loudly.

But the robbers weren't bandits, but something far more terrifying: Soul Eaters!

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Chapter 179 The Feathered Serpent, the Lion, and the Eagle

"【Light Dance Technique】!"

As Hermione chanted the incantation, a small orb of light rose from the tip of her wand, illuminating the entire carriage.

A screeching sound came from beside him; it was Ron, trying to clear a spot on the car window to peer outside.

“There’s something moving outside,” Ron said carefully, “It looks like someone is getting on the car.”

But he didn't need to say anything; the people in the carriage had already spotted one of the uninvited guests.

A tall figure wearing a cloak slowly emerged from the carriage door.

Its face was completely hidden under the hood, making it impossible to see its features.

It floated quietly at the entrance, a grayish-white, desiccated claw emerging from the tattered cloak, pointing at Levin and the others a few times, as if counting their numbers.

Then, it slowly retracted its paws and took a deep breath.

“Chuckle…”

A series of eerie sounds emanated from its throat, and as it inhaled, the surrounding temperature plummeted.

This is not a psychological effect on Levin and others.

Because a layer of frost, visible to the naked eye, had already appeared on the surface of the surrounding tables and chairs!

"thump!"

Harry fainted instantly, and Ron started trembling.

Hermione had been thinking of raising her wand to fight back, but as the other person inhaled, all the positive emotions in her body were sucked away, leaving her completely powerless.

Ciri was stronger, but her arcane sword, enchanted with a blazing ray, missed and did not harm the Dementors.

This is the Dementor, Azkaban's guardian.

Unlike any magical creature, they are a unique life form that is immune to most forms of harm.

They feed on the positive emotions of intelligent beings, and after consuming too much happiness, they split and "give birth" to a new Dementor.

Once a person is exposed to too much of these substances, they lose all positive emotions and eventually become like a dead fish.

This is actually similar to the ancient magic that extracts negative emotions.

Dementors will also starve to death if they are not fed for a long time.

Therefore, from the Ministry of Magic's perspective, Azkaban must have a sufficient number of prisoners.

In this regard, the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors have an agreement: the Dementors are responsible for guarding the criminals and promise not to cause trouble, while the Ministry of Magic is responsible for providing enough food.

Once the Dementors run out of food, they lose control.

For example, right now, a few Dementors who have been living on the famine line for a long time, after seeing this carriage full of "delicious food", were so hungry that they were driven to cravings and left the main group to prepare some special treats.

But Levin clearly didn't want them to have their way.

"【Anti-Evil Magic Array】!"

Even without learning the Guardian Charm, Levin still has ways to deal with them.

Dementors are creatures that are inherently evil.

As soon as the [Anti-Evil Magic Array] was activated, it was immediately isolated outside the private room. Anyone who tried to break in would immediately writhe in pain, as if they had been burned.

The helpless Dementors could only hover around the anti-evil magic circle, not daring to approach.

But Levin was not satisfied.

Although ordinary spells and elemental magic have no effect on Dementors.

But force field magic is an exception.

This magic can not only inflict physical damage, but also counteract ethereal entities such as ghosts.

Dementors are clearly also ethereal beings.

"[Missile Storm]!"

Levin waved his spell, and arcane missiles rained down from the tip of his staff at everyone in the cubicle.

"Eat up, eating some of this will help!" Levin also stuffed a piece into his mouth.

A pleasant warmth seemed to flow to his toes and fingertips, easing the unease caused by the Dementors.

Just then, a scream filled with terror suddenly rang out from the carriage outside the compartment. Upon hearing it, Xiruihong immediately ran out, and Levin, seeing this, dropped the chocolate and followed her.

Hermione, having regained her senses, wanted to follow, but she had just been accidentally sucked in and couldn't exert any strength for the time being.

In the train corridor, several Dementors were going in and out of different compartments.

Their hazy, indistinct figures looked particularly eerie in the darkness.

"It's Penelope!" Cirella shouted as she saw Penelope, the student council president, surrounded by four Dementors in the hallway.

Cirira wanted to help, but her arcane sword failed her again.

"Use force field magic!" Levin warned, then charged forward himself.

The threat of the Dementors was imminent, and Levin used his quickest method: his psychic abilities, which required no incantation.

"[Mind Blast]!"

A terrifying mental force erupted, directly intimidating all enemies in front of it.

This kind of direct, mind-based attack is far more effective against Dementors than force field spells.

The Dementor-like form before them was immediately blasted away and dissipated.

After finally managing to reassemble, they hurriedly flew away into the distance, trying to escape this vicious man.

Levin rushed to Penelope's side and stuffed a piece of chocolate into the mouth of the still dazed girl.

Penelope instinctively grabbed Levin's hand as if grasping at a straw, feeling the strength return to her body.

"Azkaban's Dementors! How did they get here?"

"They were probably sent to capture Sirius Black who escaped from prison, but clearly, the Ministry of Magic's little pets have some ideas of their own." Levin muttered to himself as he warily watched the Dementors gradually gathering around them.

There are more of them now.

Perhaps Levin's Mind Blast really hurt them and enraged them;

Perhaps it was to avenge their compatriots…

The Dementors all surged toward Levin, a dark mass of them.

"Levin, watch out!" Penelope shuddered.

She felt the carriage suddenly become extremely cold, as if she were in a Siberian cold snap.

“Don’t be afraid, Penelope! Think of happy things!” Levin gripped his wand tightly, his expression resolute.

But the chill penetrated to his very core, and the fog began to blur his vision.

"[Force Field Ball]!"

This time, Ciriara finally enchanted the sword with the correct magic; the arcane sword shimmered with spiritual light, ready to unleash its power.

Just then, a voice came from behind Levin: "Get out of the way! None of us hid Sirius Black under our robes. Let's go."

It's Professor Lu Ping!