Glory To Slytherin

What a dementor looks like is undoubtedly a question that exists in many people's minds.

Ulysses was like grabbing the dementor's hair, flipping its hood up, and a face that was disgusting enough to make people vomit for the next day appeared in front of Ulysses.

Its face was riddled with holes, covered with unknown spots, and black air lingered.

Ulysses shook his head in disgust, and quickly put down its hood.

The dementor seemed to feel that this posture was very humiliating and had been struggling, but it couldn't change the embarrassing situation.

"There is no one you are looking for here. Hurry up."

Fortunately, Ulysses didn't embarrass it too much, and after satisfying his own curiosity, he let go of it, although he would rather never see this face.

The dementor tidied his own hood, and drifted away much faster than before.

Ulysses turned his head and found several people staring at him dumbfounded.

"What it is?"

Millie stretched out her index finger and pointed in the direction where the dementor was leaving, breaking the silence.

"Dementor."

Ulysses returned to his seat and sat down, and took out a few chocolates to share with them, "The guard of Azkaban, come and search for Sirius who is at large. Eat it, chocolate will be very helpful to you."

Draco took the chocolate blankly. He could understand every word Ulysses said, but he was confused:

"Dementor? I know this kind of thing, but why did the search for Sirius run to the train?"

"Sirius seems to be hunting down Harry. Knowing this, the Ministry of Magic asked the Dementors to search."

Ulysses said casually, his face still smiling.

It is impossible for him to blatantly grab a dementor from the train to do research, after all, they are also employees of the Ministry of Magic, and they will be easily spotted if one is missing here.

But Ulysses left a small mark of the Patronus Charm on the dementor, and its movements were all in the hands of Ulysses. If nothing else, these dementors will be guards at Hogwarts, and they will be much easier to operate.

Ulysses was confident that no matter how capable the Ministry of Magic was, it would be impossible to detect the movement of the dementor who disappeared at Hogwarts.

"Terrible."

Daphne shrank her neck and said in surprise, "Do you feel cold when that thing appeared?"

"I feel weird." Millie twisted her shoulders uncomfortably. "I don't seem to be happy anymore..."

Astoria hid in Daphne's arms, shaking and sobbing.

"Astoria, if you don't like chocolate, you can try this."

Ulysses thought for a while, and took out a small bottle, which contained a small half bottle of slightly white liquid medicine, which looked like milk mixed with water, but everyone felt a warmth just by looking at it. .

Astoria felt it too, she raised her head to look at Ulysses, and said timidly:

"Can I?"

"Of course. It will be much better if you drink it."

Ulysses handed her the bottle, "It only needs a little drink."

This is the euphoria that Ulysses refined last semester. This thing does not expire so quickly, just to solve the current problem.

Astoria tremblingly uncorked the bottle and took a sip carefully. Suddenly, she clearly felt a warm current flowing down the throat, and then instantly spreading in her belly.

Her mood improved incredibly.

"Oh-I feel happy."

A smile appeared on her face.

After a commotion outside, the train gradually calmed down and the train restarted.

"Ulysses, did you cast the Patronus Charm just now?"

Millie blinked and said uncertainly.

"Yes."

Ulysses nodded, "It mainly relies on the power of happy emotions. It is a high-level spell. Of course, in my opinion, it is the best one to learn from the high-level charm."

He really thinks so. After all, the minds of the little wizards are much purer than those of the adults. Even the descendants of the Death Eaters in Slytherin are not bad. Only at this age can they have a pure and innocent mind. hapiness.

"Then can we learn?"

Astoria said with a faint eagerness, she really didn't want to experience the Dementor again.

"Of course, but after getting the school, this is not a good environment for learning spells."

Ulysses shrugged.

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much.

Finally, the train finally stopped at Hogsmeade Station. When I got off the bus, I was in a hurry: the owls croaked, the cats kept in the fun from time to time, and even the toads croaked under the hats of their owners.

The little platform was frozen, and it was raining coldly.

The new students were picked up by Hagrid, and several people and the other old students walked down a muddy and rough road.

There, there were at least a hundred carriages waiting for the remaining students, and each carriage was pulled by an invisible horse-of course, in the eyes of Ulysses, the night skunks were all visible.

When they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage began to drive automatically.

The carriage swayed all the way, and there was a faint musty smell and the smell of dry straw in the carriage.

The carriage is rolling forward. In front of it is a pair of magnificent cast iron doors, flanked by many stone pillars, and the top is decorated with a small sculpture of a wild boar with wings.

They saw two more tall and hooded dementors standing guard at both ends of the gate, and as they slowly approached, another cold wave seemed to hit them.

"Just looking at the appearance, I really can't recognize it..."

Ulysses thought to himself, sensing the imprint of the patron saint curse he had left, and found that it was in another direction.

The horse-drawn carriage increased its speed on the ramp and drove to the front of the castle. Millie leaned out the window, watching the many corner towers and towers gradually approaching them.

Finally, the carriage came to a swaying halt, and everyone hurriedly got off the carriage.

Immediately they saw that the dean wearing a large black robe was waiting for them, but the expression on his face was as stinky as if he had eaten a fly.

"Slytherin people come here."

He yelled abruptly, turning around and walking into the castle without looking at anyone.

"What's the matter with the dean? Someone provokes him just after school?"

Gerrard whispered.

"Hasn't he always been like this?"

Ulysses had a faint guess, but didn't show it, and said with a smile.

In fact, Professor Snape's mood was really bad.

At the beginning of the new school year, he will not only see Potter's emotionally complicated face, but also just received a disgusting errand from Dumbledore.

He is going to make a potion of wolf poison for this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor Lupin.

A whole school year.

If he could refuse, he would rather go dancing with the trolls.

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