Chapter 96

A lot has happened recently.

For example, Lupin came back to teach, although he did seem to be ill - his old robe was more loose on his body, and there were more dark shadows under his eyes.

But at least, he looks energetic.

Another example is Maka's withdrawal from the Hufflepuff academy again.

The news puzzled everyone. But incredibly, except for some little badgers who were a little depressed, other students thought Maka's behavior was very cool.

Perhaps everyone thinks that Maka's sudden appearance is just because he is a member of Hufflepuff; He suddenly withdrew from the game, but he showed a strong demeanor.

It has to be said that Marca has almost been regarded as the king of Hogwarts Quidditch. As long as he is on the court, no one can win!

Wood, captain of Gryffindor team, was one of the students who thought so. When he knew that Marca would not play again, he immediately cheered up.

"Oh, yes! This is the first game!" he said to himself. "We still have a chance!"

Of course, no matter what wood thinks - trust me, it doesn't matter at all. After all, something is much more important than that.

One day, the bell rang after class.

Everyone packed up and walked to the door. Harry was among them, but

"Wait a minute, Harry," lupin stopped him. "I have something to tell you."

Harry paused in doubt, turned and walked back.

He watched Professor Luhu cover the box containing "hink punk" as the teaching content with a layer of cloth.

"I heard about the game," said lupin, turning to the podium and putting the book in his briefcase. "It was a terrible accident..."

"Have you heard of the Dementors, too?"

Lupin turned his head and looked at him.

"Yes, I heard. Professor Dumbledore is very angry about it. We haven't seen him angry for a long time. Those guys have become more and more unstable in recent days - they are angry because they can't enter the Campus - I think they made you fall down?"

"Yes, luckily Marca helped me," said Harry absently.

Harry hesitated a little. The question that had been pressed at the bottom of his heart blurted out subconsciously, but it was too late to stop.

"Why? Why do they affect me so badly? Am I --"

"It has nothing to do with weakness." Professor Lupin's eyes looked sharp. He seemed to see through what Harry was thinking.

"Those Dementors have a greater impact on you than others because they have not experienced the same terror as you."

A ray of sunshine came into the classroom from the window, illuminating Lupin's gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face.

"Dementors are one of the most hateful creatures on earth. They haunt in groups in the darkest and dirtiest places, enjoying corruption and despair - sucking away the peace, hope and happiness in the air around them..."

"If you get too close to a Dementor, any positive emotions will be sucked away by it. If it wants, it will depend on you for a long time, and finally make you like it - soulless and evil. All you have left is the worst memory of your life."

"The worst thing that's ever happened to you - Harry, that's enough for anyone to fall off the broomstick! You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"As they approached me -" Harry listened to Lupin's explanation as if he had caught a glimmer of hope.

He stared at Lupin's desk and said, his throat a little tight.

"- I can hear that Voldemort is killing my mother." he trembled and told a secret he had never told anyone.

Lupin's arm suddenly moved as if to grab Harry's shoulder, but he didn't move in the end.

The surrounding air seemed to become a little heavy.

"... why did they come to the playing field?" Harry said painfully.

"They're hungry." lupin frowned and slammed his briefcase, "Dumbledore didn't let them enter the school, so the human victims who supplied them ran out... I think the large number of people around the Quidditch field is a strong temptation to them. The excitement and passion of all the audience gathered there, and it seemed to them that it was a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry muttered, and lupin nodded gloomily.

"The castle is located on an island on the way to the sea, but there is no need to use walls and water to close prisoners, because prisoners are under their control - prisoners will lose even the simplest ideas, and most prisoners will go completely crazy in a few weeks."

"But black escaped from them," Harry seemed to have opened his voice. He felt that he could pour out hard here. "He escaped..."

Lupin's hand shook and the briefcase slipped off the table. He had to bend down quickly to pick it up.

"Yes," he straightened up, "black may have found a way to deal with them, but I still don't believe he can... You know, if the wizard and Dementor stay together too long, they will make the wizard lose mana..."

"Marca let those Dementors escape, so many!" said Harry suddenly.

"Yes, there is indeed some way to resist Dementors." although lupin has been recovering his strength in the office, he also heard of the situation at that time, "however, the more they are, the harder it is to resist - McClane does a good job, unimaginable, but not everyone can do it."

"Is that a spell? But I've never learned --" Harry asked immediately. "Can you teach me?"

"I don't want to pretend to be an expert against Dementors, Harry..." lupin was embarrassed.

"But if they come again during the Quidditch game, I have to have a way to deal with them!"

Lupin looked at Harry's firm face, hesitated, and then said, "if you really want to learn, why don't you go to Mr. McLean? I think he may use it better than me..."

"Well --" Harry said in surprise, "that's impossible. Marca will be better than you --"

"At least, judging from what I heard, McLean's spell is really better than me." lupin also said with a complicated face.

Who could have imagined that a third grade student could not only summon the patron saint, but also almost achieve the level of perfection - which Ms. McGonagall told him personally.

"But..." Harry hesitated. "Well, maybe I should ask Marca."

After saying goodbye to lupin, Harry thought about it and was finally relieved.

Indeed, Marca's strength is obvious to all, and Harry is convinced of it. And Maka is very grateful for his help. To be honest, he doesn't want to owe Maka any more, which will make him feel unclean in his life.

But if they always think so, will they still be friends?

"No," Harry shook his head. "Don't think about it. There shouldn't be these things between friends."

"What are you thinking about?" Ron asked suddenly, and Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh, I was thinking --"

Harry told about his intention to ask Marca, and invited Ron and Hermione together. In his opinion, this spell is really useful. It can resist the sudden attack of those terrible monsters.

"Is that what Professor Lupin really said?" Hermione said excitedly. "That's really cool! Of course, I'm going too!"

But Ron twisted his neck and showed an uncomfortable expression.

"Oh, don't you still care about last year?" Hermione couldn't help saying, "you've been pinching this semester. It's not very good. Aren't you and Marca good friends?"

"But..." Ron blushed at Hermione's words, and his face was tangled. "I think... Well, I think you're right."

To be honest, despite Ron's usual forgetfulness, once something involves his fragile self-esteem, the nature of things is fundamentally different.

Ron really felt guilty about misunderstandings about Marca last semester.

After the event, Ron also vaguely understood why he did that kind of behavior that was almost violent - it was because of inferiority and jealousy.

On the surface, he didn't seem to have done anything wrong. It was just the anger of Hermione's attack. But only he knows that half of his reasons are venting.

So, when he learned the truth, he felt even more guilty, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.

From this point of view, there is indeed a part of Gryffindor in Ron's character; But another part of his inferiority and cowardice has virtually weakened his little lion's character.

Now, the longer time passed, the harder it was for him to speak. This matter has almost become a nail in his heart.

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However, when the little lion trio decided to go to Maka for advice, they found that Maka was missing again.

They are almost used to Maka's haunting.

"Wait, maybe he'll show up in a few days," Hermione shrugged.

In fact, until the end of November, except for the time of class, Maka squatted in the room when she was asked.

Recently, aragok's case has come to an end, so he has focused his research on wand Science - it's time to deal with the Basilisk horn.

But when Maka began to study, he immediately encountered a very difficult problem.

According to the limited wand science materials in the library, the existing wand making technology is a secret family inheritance, which makes him a layman almost unable to start.

"I knew I'd get some books about wand learning in Ravenclaw's secret room..." he sat in the room where he asked, stared at the blank notebook in front of him, and couldn't help shaking his head.