Chapter 237： hero?

The sudden appearance of the dementor caused a great commotion in the auditorium, and the students who had gathered together to talk and laugh the moment before fled around in horror.

However, at this moment, the auditorium is full of Hogwarts students. The professors have already extinguished all the candles in order to let them rest early. Although the magic ceiling above the auditorium still diligently brings the moonlight from outside the castle into the auditorium, The moonlight alone cannot illuminate the huge auditorium.

Thus, in such a dim environment, a stampede happened.

There was wailing in the auditorium. The big guy fled like a blind man in the dim auditorium. Some people accidentally fell, and the people behind stepped on him, not caring about the screams of the person at his feet.

The dementors were bathed in moonlight above the auditorium, looking down at the panicked crowd below them.

It can be seen from their stretched paws that they are in a very good mood now.

In the next moment, they seemed to be unable to suppress their inner appetite anymore, an ugly mouth emerged from the hood, and took a deep breath at the crowd below.

In an instant, the horrible howl in the auditorium weakened a lot, and a layer of frost visible to the naked eye filled the surroundings with the dementors as the center. Anyone who came into contact with this ring of frost had stiff limbs and could not move.

People a little farther away are uncomfortable, even though the innermost talents are the main targets of dementors, they are still affected.

Harry felt like he had returned to the rainy night in his vague memory, the horrible howling of women, the hoarse male voice, the endless green light...

These scenes that had only been seen in his worst nightmare were staged again.

He felt that he was dying, and in this extreme fear, the temperature of his body was also dropping continuously. The sweat had already soaked his clothes, but he could not feel any warmth.

What those dementors sucked seems to be not joy at all, but his life!

"Call God to guard!"

A familiar voice came, followed by a burst of brilliance in the dim auditorium!

This gorgeous light continued to spread, warming everyone's bodies.

Harry felt his vision gradually clear, and through the still blurred vision, he vaguely saw a tall blond boy standing in front of him holding a wand high.

A huge silver-white raven appeared sharply from the tip of his staff, raised his head and screamed, and flew towards the dementor above the auditorium.

"Mike..."

Harry weakly called the name of the boy in front of him, and the boy seemed to have heard his call, turned his head and smiled at himself, and said:

"It's okay. If you want to ask why, because I'm here!"

As Mike's words landed, the beautiful silver-white raven slammed into the dementors.

Suddenly, a dazzling light exploded from above the auditorium!

The dementors who invaded the Hogwarts Auditorium made noises in front of the students for the first time in history, screaming and escaping from the auditorium one by one.

The panicked students in the auditorium stared blankly at the brilliance that still remained in the air.

Until a silver-white raven appeared again in the light from there, everyone cheered.

"awesome!"

"Mike! You are the best!"

"We are saved!"

Unlike people in other colleges, the students of Ravenclaw College recognized at a glance that this was a raven that could represent the founder of the college, Ms. Ravenclaw, so they shouted out Ravenclaw. Lao’s name taboo.

The surrounding students who had just escaped from danger also gathered around Mike under their lead and called out the names of Ravenclaw and Mike.

All of a sudden, the cheers in the auditorium were uniform and deafening!

When Dumbledore and the professors hurried over, they saw such a scene.

"Mike! Learned the patron saint curse!?"

Professor Flitwick looked at Mike in the middle of the crowd and the patron saint of the raven still hovering in mid-air, and asked with a look of surprise.

"Yes, he was able to summon the physical patron saint several days ago, I taught it!" Lupin said proudly, "What? Didn't he tell you?"

Flivi looked at Lupin in a daze, and subconsciously replied: "No!"

"What an amazing talent." Dumbledore said, looking at the patron saint, "I can't do this at his age."

"Yeah! You don't look at whose student it is!" Professor Flitwick looked proud, but the expression on his face that was convergent in the next moment, said with a serious face, "But this is not what we need to care about now. The most important thing now is the dementor!"

"Yes, these dementors are so deceiving! How dare you run to Hogwarts to run wild against the orders of the Ministry of Magic!"

Professor McGonagall pressed his trembling lips tightly, and the angry words slowly spit out from his mouth.

...

Mike doesn't know how angry the professors are. He is now busy dealing with his enthusiastic classmates.

The previous several times of helping a classmate who was bullied by Slytherin gave him the name of being kind and charitable, becoming a duel champion and letting the classmates know about his powerful strength. He just shot away the dementors and saved all the classmates. He became a hero.

People always like heroes, especially heroes with handsome looks.

So now Mike is surrounded by fans with enthusiastic expressions, and some little girls even shouted to help Mike give birth to monkeys.

Mike's performance is still impeccable.

With a warm smile on his face, he softly comforted every student who was frightened by the disaster.

Such an image matched with the patron saint of the raven who is still exuding a warm light in the air, making Mike look like a saint in myth.

Because he didn't like this kind of scene, Mike, after his classmates were still arguing for a while, told the prefects of each college to take their students back to sleep.

If they changed to the usual arrogant prefects, they would not pay attention to Mike at all, but today they were unexpectedly obedient and obediently obeyed Mike's orders.

Even the Slytherins who think highly of themselves are no exception!

The professors who were still discussing not far away showed knowing smiles when they saw this scene. Mike's excellent degree far exceeded their expectations.

Only Dumbledore looked at the shining Mike in the crowd blankly, not knowing what was thinking.

The prefects were very efficient, and soon brought the students back to their respective positions like a shepherd chasing lambs.

When Mike saw this, he withdrew his patron saint and turned the auditorium back into darkness.

The effect of this good show tonight is very good. The prefects who had ignored Mike in the past also bowed in front of him, not to mention the ignorant ordinary students.

Mike in the dark unconsciously showed a sincere smile as he listened to the whispers of the little wizards who were so excited that he couldn't sleep.

It was also in the darkness, and Harry didn't feel very good.

The dementor gave him a bad feeling just now, although he wouldn't faint like the last time he was on the train, but he was cold now.

Even though he had enough quilts on his body, he still felt very cold.

He stretched out a trembling hand and took out a small piece of chocolate from his arms and put it into his mouth to chew hard. The chewed chocolate quickly melted and turned into a sweet taste and entered his stomach.

The situation still didn't improve. Harry took out more chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, while curling up like a baby, hoping it would make him feel better.

The next moment, a pair of warm hands covered his forehead, and Mike's familiar voice came.

"are you OK?"

"Um... well, I... feel okay."

Harry said something against his will, and Mike seemed to hear his true feelings in his trembling tone, and dragged a sleeping bag over to sleep next to him.

"Do you know? Actually all the misfortunes in this world are caused by the lack of abilities of those involved."

Listening to Mike's slightly sad words, Harry was taken aback. He originally thought Mike would say something to comfort him, but he didn't expect to hear such a sentence.

Mike continued: "Actually I envy you, Harry. Really."

"I don't know what else I can envy you!"

Harry threw down such a word angrily, turned his head and ignored Mike.

He felt that Mike was humiliating him. He was an orphan who was targeted everywhere. There is nothing that Mike, a brilliant hero, is envious of.

Mike on the other side is not upset when he hears the words, the child has a temper.

Watching his good friends have achieved amazing achievements, soaring into the sky. Most people can't celebrate him sincerely, it's normal to feel jealous in their hearts.

Harry is still useful to Mike, he still doesn't want a rift in their relationship.

So he continued to say in that low tone: "You are different, you are the savior. It can be said that everyone in the wizarding world owes you a life!"

Harry felt a mess in his head at this moment, and he wanted to tell Mike that he would rather not have the name of the savior if possible.

This name makes him very tired, and everyone has high hopes for him. At the same time, this name also made him lose his parents.

"Do you know why you violated the Ministry of Magic regulations during the summer vacation but were not expelled?"

"You mean..."

"Yes, our lovely Minister didn't even plan to fire you for this trivial matter." Mike in the dark smiled, "Actually, as long as you don't commit a terrible mistake, everyone will turn a blind eye to you. One eye."

"You don’t have to be embarrassed about this. You can enjoy these privileges with confidence, because your parents have traded them with their lives. I know that Draco has always been against you recently, but in fact, as long as you move out of you There will be countless people in the name of the savior who are willing to help you. Just Draco is not worth mentioning. Even... even Snape..."

Mike's words fell into Harry's ears like the words of the devil in the abyss, his body still trembling, but not because of the cold, but because of excitement.

He felt that for the first time in his life he understood the privileges of his identity!

"Will you help me too?"

Harry suppressed his excitement and said.

"Of course! Although I don't owe you anything, are we friends?"

This friend made Harry's dissatisfaction with Mike disappear, and it also allowed a certain idea in his heart to gradually germinate.

‘If, it’s really what Mike said, then the two nasty guys Malfoy and Snape...’

Harry thought so, but halfway through it he shook his head vigorously to stop himself from thinking about it.

‘No, I can’t do this. Malfoy was not really wrong, he was just a little stupid. As for Snape, he is a professor, and although he is really annoying, I can't do that either. ’

Harry struggled fiercely in his heart, and the Mike on the side saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he said again: "Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the evening you come to see me in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts. I will teach you the patron saint. The savior can’t be afraid of dementors!"

After a pause, Mike said as if thinking of something: "Of course, you can also call your friends, so that Hogwarts classmates will no longer be afraid of dementors as my ambition!"

Mike's bold words made Harry feel a little ashamed of his previous careful thoughts, and he replied weakly.

And Mike chuckled and replied: "Go to sleep! You have to go to Quidditch training tomorrow morning, don't you?"

...

While the students in the auditorium were asleep, the headmaster's office at Hogwarts was brightly lit, and the Minister of Magic Fudge and Dumbledore's four deans gathered together.

It was obvious that Fudge was nervous now, sweat was constantly dripping from his thin-haired head, but he didn't care about wiping it.

He can now think of the front page headlines of the Daily Prophet tomorrow.

"The Dementors Attack Hogwarts! A trick of the Minister of Magic! 》

God! Tomorrow the roaring letters from parents of students will fill his office, which is terrifying!

"Mr. Dumbledore, I hope you can explain it clearly to the students and their parents." A drop of sweat ran into his eyes and he was in pain. Fudge wiped his sweaty face anxiously and said, "Those dementors I rushed into Hogwarts Castle because I found the trail of Sirius Black! I have sent the dementors who committed the crime back to Azkaban. I promise that this will not happen again!"

Dumbledore was silent, which made Fudge sweat even more.

Dumbledore is much stronger than him in terms of strength and fame. When the Ministry of Magic selected the minister, the Wizengamore Committee unanimously determined that Dumbledore was the best candidate for minister.

But Dumbledore refused the invitation from the Ministry of Magic and was willing to continue to stay at Hogwarts as the principal. Only then could Fudge have the chance to take the position!

So Fudge couldn't lift his head at all in front of Dumbledore!

"Connelly I can explain to you, but you must withdraw all the dementors." Dumbledore said after a long time.

"It's impossible! Sirius Black hasn't been caught yet! He is..."

Before Fudge could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall stood up from his seat quickly and said: "Mr. Minister! I hope you can understand that this is the unanimous result of our professors' discussions! Looking at you from the current situation. Doesn't restrain the ability of these dementors!"

McGonagall's words made Fudge's face flushed. He looked around and looked at the expressions on the faces of everyone in the office.

Fudge originally thought that Dumbledore would no longer be a threat after he became Minister, but it does not seem to be the case now.

Hogwarts is no longer the Hogwarts of the British wizards, but the kingdom of Dumbledore!

The professors at Hogwarts are no longer his subjects, these are Dumbledore's men!

Fudge felt like a clown here, torturing him with endless humiliation.

"I don't agree!" Fudge roared and slammed the door, "I am the Minister! I have the final say!"

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