Glory To Slytherin

Although there was no fall, Harry was asked by Madam Pomfrey to stay in the school hospital for observation.

Harry stared at the wreckage of Light Wheel 2000 that had been picked up on the table, feeling as if he had lost his best friend.

There was an endless stream of people who came to see him, all trying to make him happy. Hagrid brought a bunch of centipede-like flowers that looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny's face was flushed, and she brought a card of her self-made wishing for recovery, which kept screaming no. stop. Team captain Wood also came, saying in a hollow, dull voice that he didn't blame Harry at all.

But Harry's mood didn't improve at all. He never mentioned to anyone that he saw the big black dog flashing by in the audience, and the sound that appeared in his ear when the Dementor came.

When Harry lay in the school hospital at night, he watched the moonlight on the ceiling, the voice echoing in his ears again and again. It was the last moment of his mother's life, she was trying to protect him-Harry from Voldemort's harm, and heard Voldemort's laugh before he killed her...

In a daze, he had a dream. The dream was a cold, damp, dilapidated old house, an illusory shadow floating quietly in the old house, a big snake coiled around him, and the magic wand glowing with a faint, malicious cold light in his hand.

The lightning scar on his forehead suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he woke up in a cold sweat.

...

Professor Lu Ping is back for class. He seemed to be ill, his old robe was even more loose, and there were dark shadows under his eyes. When the classmates were sitting, he smiled and looked at everyone, but they immediately burst into accusations, and complained about Professor Snape's behavior during Professor Lupin's illness.

All the students were very happy, even the Slytherin people this time, because they didn't need to write a full two pages of parchment homework assigned by Professor Snape.

After Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Draco removed the bandage on his arm and silently imitated Harry's embarrassed look when he fell off the broom, with a weird smirk on his face.

In a potions class, he spent most of his time imitating dementors in the underground classroom. Ron finally couldn't help it, and threw a huge, slippery crocodile heart at him, hitting his face, but Professor Snape detained Gryffindor for fifty points.

But Harry had no intention of getting angry with Draco. After a certain Defence Against the Dark Arts class was over, he walked slowly to the back until he and Professor Lupin were the only two in the classroom.

Shinkpunk pressed against the glass wall, making a terrible crunch.

"It seems we have the same idea, Harry."

Professor Lupin smiled. He was about to talk to Harry alone, "I heard about the game, it's a pity."

Harry didn't know whether he was referring to the loss of the game or his broomstick.

"The beating willow was planted by them the year I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game where they tried to touch the tree trunk. Later, a boy named David Gerjen almost went blind. With one eye, the school will not allow us to approach it anymore. No broomstick can withstand it."

Professor Lu Ping recalled.

Harry didn't want to talk more about this topic, he was sad every time he mentioned it. He hesitated and said:

"Have you heard of Dementors too?"

Professor Lupin glanced at him quickly and said, "I heard. I don't think anyone has seen Professor Dumbledore make such a big fire. These guys have been around for a while... Dumbledore will not allow them to enter the school. , They are very annoyed...I guess they are the reason you fell, right?"

"Yes. Fortunately, someone helped me, although I don't know who that person is..."

Harry hesitated, and the question he wanted to ask couldn't help but blurt out, "Why? Why do they affect me in that way? Am I really..."

"It has nothing to do with weakness."

Professor Lu Ping said flatly, "I have heard of your deeds. The first grade successfully protected the Philosopher’s Stone, and the second grade defeated the basilisk... Who can say that you are weak? The dementors have a greater influence on you because of your past. In his experience, there are fears that no one has ever had."

A ray of sunlight shone into the classroom from the window, illuminating Professor Lupin’s gray hair and the wrinkles on his young face.

"Dementors are one of the ugliest things in the world. They appear in the darkest and most filthy places, living in decay and despair. They suck peace, hope and happiness from the surrounding air. Even Muggles. You can feel the dementors, even though Muggles can't see them."

"When the dementor approaches, all the good feelings and all the happy memories will be sucked from you. If possible, the dementor will keep sucking you like it, soulless, full of evil, only left The worst experience in my life."

Professor Lupin said softly, "And your worst experience, Harry, is enough to make anyone fall off a flying broomstick. You don't need to be ashamed."

"When they get close to me—"

Harry listened to Professor Lupin's explanation and suddenly felt relieved. He stared at the desk full of clutter, his voice a little tight, "I heard Voldemort killing my mother."

Professor Lupin's arm moved suddenly, as if he was about to grab Harry's, but he restrained it, but there was a heavy sadness in his eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to become heavier.

"Why are they going to the stadium?" Harry was filled with puzzlement and resentment.

"They are hungry."

Lupin frowned and closed his briefcase with a snap, "Dumbledore wouldn’t let them enter the school, so their source of prey was exhausted... I don’t think they can resist the temptation of the large crowd around Quidditch Stadium. . They will think this is a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrifying."

Harry murmured, and Professor Lupin nodded gloomily.

"The fortress was built on a lonely island in the vast ocean. In fact, there is no need for high walls and sea water to keep people shut, because the prisoners are all imprisoned in the owner's mind and cannot evoke a hint of happiness. Most people Going crazy after a week."

"But Sirius Black avoided them." Harry said slowly. "He ran away."

Professor Lu Ping's hand shook, and the briefcase slipped off the table, and he quickly bent over to catch it.

"Yeah... I didn't expect..."

He murmured, filling in what he hadn't finished saying in his heart, "I can leave early, he is a f*ck Gus, who can perfectly hide the dementors... Why do you have to pick this time to escape from prison? Woolen cloth? Is it really here for Harry, Sirius? ’

"Professor, I remember you used a kind of magic on the train that can resist dementors... can you teach it to me?"

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes eager.

Professor Lu Ping was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said:

"I heard that Professor Snape told the patron saint curse to the fourth-grade students during my illness... Then I, a true professor, can't be worse than him."

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