Chapter 103

By the campfire, Maka rubbed her cheek hard - he had put on a good show at Slytherin just now, which really took a lot of expression.

Around him, many students crowded around him to praise the open-air party. Many graduates have said that this is probably the most precious memory since entering Hogwarts.

Of course, there are many precious memories, which can make people clearly point out their "value" memories. This is really the first!

Maka lifted the corners of her mouth, forced herself to bring some smiles, and then chatted with everyone.

To tell the truth, Maka's real purpose of holding the party is indeed utilitarian, but from another point of view, he may not have the idea of "really want to make friends with everyone".

The word "friend" can be light or heavy; But in any case, it is something that can affect one's life.

Although friendship is really difficult to understand for Maka now, it does not prevent him from taking "past self" as the judgment standard and spending more time to decide how to act.

Over time, more Slytherin joined the ranks around the campfire. It can be seen that they are not used to such simple, enthusiastic and even rude communication. But Ma cartoon often takes the trouble to help them understand each other and integrate into them.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and everyone was a little tired, but when Maka planned to announce that the party was over, everyone felt a little abnormal

"Do you feel like it's suddenly getting cold?"

The little wizards communicated with each other suspiciously. As the feeling of uneasiness gradually surged up, the venue became quiet. The professors, however, have drawn out their wands - they know very well that it must be the Dementors again!

At this time, of course, the calmest person in the audience is Maka - he can't be calm if he doesn't want to, but Snape's appearance is not inferior to him.

They both narrowed their eyes. Maka was staring at the direction of Hogsmeade village. The cold came from across the hillside over there; Snape, on the contrary, stared at Marca without expression.

Snape is curious about Maka's strength. He always felt that every time Maka shot, it would bring everyone a big surprise.

Of course Marca will surprise everyone.

Not to mention the past few moves, at least today, he has long been mentally prepared for the "Dementors will come".

Since those dark creatures would patrol the streets of Hogsmeade village at night, such a huge "happiness" released at the party was like a delicacy specially prepared for them.

Although it was not clear why Dumbledore acquiesced in the party, he didn't even come to attend it; But just because he also acquiesced in the participation of the professors, we can see that he has long recognized that Dementors will attack suddenly.

"Don't panic, everyone get together in the middle!" Maka suddenly said in a loud voice.

When the disturbed students heard the speech, they subconsciously obeyed Maka's command, and almost everyone pushed towards him.

After the last Dementor attack on the Quidditch stadium, everyone is familiar with the cold. At the moment, Maka's words, like a key, open the door of everyone's memory.

"Yes... Is it a Dementor?" a Slytherin said nervously and took a few steps in the middle.

Just then, several dark shadows suddenly appeared on the top of the opposite hillside. They were floating off the ground and coming this way. Behind them, more and more terrorist figures gradually emerged.

The students couldn't help crying out in a low voice.

The professors all moved forward and stood in the middle of the Dementors and the little wizards. Their wands were lit with a familiar silver fog.

At this time, of course, Maka was not idle. He took out a large magic medicine bottle from his waist - it was as big as two fists of adults. Such magic medicine bottles were obviously not common.

Snape frowned and looked at the big potion bottle with a thoughtful expression.

By now, the Dementors were getting closer and closer, and the cold around them was getting more and more solid. Everyone couldn't help shrinking their necks.

Maka noticed that the students closest to there began to step back, and everyone was getting closer and closer.

"It's time," thought Marca, decisively pulling out the cork.

Suddenly, a very strong milky white light fog quickly emerged from the bottle mouth and spread in a spherical shape.

The light and fog spread very fast and covered a wide range, covering not only the students, but also the professors standing in the front.

"Don't worry, this kind of light fog can make Dementors inaccessible. It's safe as long as they stay inside!" Maka shouted. "Let the professors deal with everything and it will be all right soon!"

"By the way, let me pass..."

He pushed all the way to the front, then quickly walked out of the area full of white light and fog and stood behind the professors.

Yes, he had no intention of using his wand today. There are several professors here. He just needs to watch.

Although there are not few Dementors attracted this time, it is obviously more than half less than that at Quidditch stadium. The professors who had no worries at home summoned their own patron saint and soon drove away the Dementors.

In fact, without the light fog protective cover made by Marca, the students would have nothing to do. At best, it was just a piece of chocolate.

But it is a very meaningful thing to give everyone a sense of security when everyone is panicking.

After that, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, everyone cleaned up and went back to Hogwarts in the carriage pulled by the Vernon.

On the way back, everyone was happily discussing the party... Of course, we had just encountered the attack of Dementors.

To tell the truth, the little wizards didn't have much fear left this time. In addition to the protection of the professors, it has to be said that Maka's seemingly superfluous behavior really contributed.

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The next morning, in a dormitory in the Gryffindor tower

"Harry?" Ron called hesitantly.

Harry didn't move, pretending he was still asleep.

After a while, he heard Ron leave. After that, there seemed to be another movement, but he was not in the mood to open his eyes and have a look.

Harry didn't sleep much all night. He felt a feeling of hatred that he had never known before. This feeling of hatred was like poison.

Vaguely, he saw black laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken the magic photo from the album and pasted it in front of him.

He looked as if someone was showing him a movie. Sirius Black was blowing dwarf Peter to pieces - for some reason, Peter looked like Neville.

He seemed to hear someone muttering excitedly: "it's done, master... The porters have made me their Secret Keeper..."

Then there was the voice of another man, who laughed sharply. It was the man's voice that he would hear when the Dementor approached

It was not until near noon that he got up from his bed that he found that the dormitory was empty.

He dressed and went down the spiral stairs to the common room. There was no one there except Ron, who was eating a toad mint and massaging his stomach; And Hermione, who is spreading her homework all over three tables.

"Harry, you -- you don't look very well," said Ron, looking at him.

"Where has everyone gone?" asked Harry.

"Come on! It's the first day of the holiday, remember?" said Ron, watching Harry carefully. "It's almost lunch. I was going to wake you up right away."

"Yes! If it hadn't been for the open-air party last night, everyone would have gone home yesterday," Hermione followed. "After visiting Hogsmeade village."

Harry slumped into the chair by the fireplace. Snowflakes are still flying outside the window. Crook Hill lay spread out in front of the fireplace like a large ginger blanket.

"You really don't look well, you know?" said Hermione, looking anxiously into his face.

"I'm fine," said Harry dryly.

"Harry, listen," said Hermione, exchanging glances with Ron. "You must be upset about what we heard yesterday. But the important thing is that you must not do anything stupid - and doesn't Marca feel wrong? You know, he usually doesn't make mistakes -"

"So what!" said Harry angrily. "Whether it's black or Peter, the result hasn't changed at all... And what stupid thing can I do?"

"Like... Tracking black," Ron said sharply.

Harry understood that they had probably practiced such a conversation before he came down. He didn't say anything.

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" said Hermione.

"It's not worth dying for black," Ron continued.

"As soon as Dementors approached me, I saw and heard something, you know?" Ron and Hermione shook their heads with a worried look.

"I can hear my mother scream and hear her plead with Voldemort. If you hear your mother scream like that, the scream before she was about to be killed... You won't forget! If you find someone who everyone thought was her friend, but he betrayed her and asked Voldemort to chase her -"

Just then, a figure appeared at the door of the common room.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Marca?" Hermione said in surprise. "Didn't you go back? And how did you get through the fat woman?"

"It happened that I came from Professor McGonagall. She told me the password." Maka calmly said, "as for why I didn't go back, that's what I want to say..."