Chapter 79

The sound of footsteps in the hallway outside was Malfoy and, of course, his two big and rough attendants.

Crabbe and Goyle seem to have been born to listen to Malfoy.

Both men had big arms, round waists and strong muscles - Crabbe was taller, his hair was cut like a pudding basin, and his neck was long and thick; Gore is short, has a lot of hair and his arms look like a gorilla.

But they have one thing in common, that is, they are stupid enough.

"Well, look who this is -" Malfoy opened the door of the carriage and said in his usual lazy, long voice, "Potter and Weasley."

Goyle and Crabbe laughed wildly.

Then Malfoy's face changed, because he immediately saw Maka and looked at him coldly with freezing eyes.

"Well - OH -" Malfoy lisso turned around. "Crabbe! Gore! Do you remember where I put my luggage?"

"Ah?" the two attendants looked at him foolishly and didn't react for a moment.

"Keep up! Two fools..." Malfoy whispered, and then strode away without looking back.

"It seems that you have a great deterrent to that bad guy," said Harry happily. "Malfoy doesn't dare to look at you more, ha!"

"It's not unusual, as long as -"

Before Maka finished, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the tail of the train.

"Marca, what's the matter?" Hermione asked.

He shook his head, his eyes still remained on the back wall of the car, as if he wanted to see through it.

It rained more and more heavily outside, and the window glass showed a greasy dark gray, and deeper and deeper, until the lights in the corridor and on the luggage rack automatically lit up.

The train was staggering, the rain beat the window violently, and the wind roared wildly, which made people feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

"We're probably coming," said Ron, leaning forward to see Professor Lupin still leaning against the window.

No sooner had he finished this sentence than the train slowed down.

"Great," said Ron, standing up and carefully bypassing Professor Lupin to see the situation outside. "I'm starving. I want to have a big meal..."

"We can't be here!" said Hermione, looking at her watch. "But why did it stop?"

Maka suddenly walked to the door and waved to several people.

"Sit down, don't go near the door and window, and try to lean in the middle," he said softly.

As the train slows down, the sound of the wheels decreases, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window becomes louder.

At this time, the car suddenly shook, and then suddenly stopped. There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the distance. It should be the sound of everyone's luggage falling off the shelf.

Then, all the lights suddenly went out, and they were buried in the complete darkness.

"What's the matter?" Ron's voice came from the darkness behind Maka.

"Ouch!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, that's my foot!"

"Sit down and don't move," Marca reminded again. "There's something outside."

Before the voice fell, there was a short and harsh sound of "Zhizhi" outside, and the carriage was quiet.

Marca's gadgets can come in handy again.

He took out a bottle and shook it. Suddenly, the car lit up.

"... here," Marca turned and handed Hermione the bottle of frosting sand. "Take it, at least don't worry about being trampled on your feet again."

Suddenly, someone opened the door from the outside. A figure came quickly inside and hit Maka.

"I'm sorry! Do you know what happened? Ouch! I'm sorry -"

"Come first."

Marca grabbed Neville's robe, pulled him up and let him go into the carriage.

"Stay in the middle and don't move."

"What the hell happened?" it was Ron's voice.

Then, everyone heard the door of the carriage opened again, and then there was a dull noise, accompanied by two squeaks.

It seems that Ron's dirty mouse, Pettigrew Peter, probably fell out of Ron's pocket in the dark just now, and has been trampled on by two people in a row.

"This unlucky guy," said Maka.

"Ginny? Why are you here?" said Hermione. "Come in and sit down -"

Professor Lupin was finally awakened by this chaotic sound.

He still looked very tired, but there was a look of vigilance in his eyes.

"Stay where you are," he said, in his slightly hoarse voice.

Lu Ping was trying to stand up, but a terrible figure appeared at the door.

In the light of the light emitted by the Maka condenser, you can clearly see the appearance of the "monster" standing in the doorway.

It was a humanoid creature with a ceiling height covered in a ragged cloak.

Its face is completely hidden under the hood of the hooded cloak, making it invisible.

And looking down, you can see a hand sticking out of the cloak. The hand was shimmering, gray, thin and scabby. It looked like something died and rotted in the water. It looked a little disgusting.

The monster under the cloak seemed to feel the attention of the people, and the hand suddenly shrank into the black cloak. Then, the thing under the scarf, no matter what it was, took a breath, long, slow and trembling, as if trying to suck in something other than air from around.

Everyone immediately felt a chill across their body.

"Finally, it's time for you," murmured Marca. "Dementors."

It's complicated, but it's just a few seconds. Before lupin did anything, they were surprised to find that Maka, who was standing at the door, took another step forward.

"Back off!" lupin shouted.

"It's all right, professor." Marca waved back, but her eyes stayed on the Dementor.

He was acutely aware that the Dementors did not seem to feel his presence.

"It seems that Dementors do indirectly know whether someone is close by feeling emotions."

Maka took out his wand. He didn't even read the mantra. He just called out a silver fog and directly pushed the Dementor out.

Then he followed him into the corridor outside.

At this time, Lupin finally squeezed out. He held his wand in his hand, but he was stunned after seeing Maka's behavior.

He never thought that Marca had directly lifted the Dementor's Hood!

On Maka's left hand, the silver fog was flying around, which was undoubtedly a new use of the patron saint mantra that lupin had never seen before.

“……”

Maka forced the Dementor on the side of the aisle window with her left hand emitting light and fog, frowned and stared at the frightening face of the Dementor, and shook her head after a while.

Dementors seem to be uncomfortable with this light fog and have been struggling, but they can't get rid of this embarrassing situation.

Maka didn't have time to take into account the Dementor's feelings. He pulled up the next window and grabbed the Dementor's neck to squeeze it out of the small window.

Although Dementors look tall, they are unexpectedly thin. This seemingly impossible behavior was completed by Maka.

He turned and found Lu Ping looking at himself with a look at monsters.

"Oh, sorry, Professor," said Marca calmly. "I just don't think it's appropriate to leave it in the train."

Lupin actually wanted to say: I don't think your behavior seems appropriate?

When Marca returned to the carriage, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at him strangely. It was obvious that the scene he had just stuffed the terrible monster out of the window was really shocking.

"Oh, Marca," Hermione couldn't help but say, "do you... Change your character once a semester?"

"No, I don't think I have such a strange constitution," Marca said. "I just think the days that should be low-key have passed. If you have any problems, you can come to me at any time -"

"-- I won't ignore you like last semester."

In fact, it is true that the chamber of Secrets event can be regarded as an independent event. It is only related to Tom Riddle in the diary, so it can barely maintain the normal progress of the event by keeping a low profile. Although there were still some small problems at that time, Maka made up for them in time.

But in the next series of events, the changes were completely unpredictable.

The mistake of the Sorcerer's stone incident led Voldemort to escape when he was attached to Chilo. Maka couldn't guess what would happen after that - there are too many possibilities.

Therefore, in the following days, forcibly maintaining the development of the situation has become meaningless. It's better to take the initiative to prepare for Voldemort's return.

Relying on their own strength to guard against Voldemort is the safest choice.

"Oh -" Hermione pursed her lips when she heard the speech. For a moment, she didn't know what to say to hide her embarrassment.

"Marca, what the hell was that?" Harry asked suddenly. "It's terrible!"

"That's a Dementor."

Professor Lupin also came in. As he spoke, he took out a large piece of chocolate and broke it into small pieces.

"Here! It's good for you to eat." he distributed the chocolate to the people, but when it was Marca's turn, he hesitated. "Oh, Marca, do you need one, too?"

"Why not?" Marca naturally took half the chocolate block handed by lupin and stuffed it into her mouth.

Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.

"Dementors?" he repeated the term suspiciously.

"A Dementor from Azkaban." everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapping paper and put it into his pocket.

"Eat," he added, "it's good to eat. I want to talk to the driver. I'm sorry..."

He walked past Maka, patted Maka on the shoulder, and then disappeared into the aisle.