DNF Meets Harry Potter

A few minutes later, the sound of the sliding door was getting closer.

"That thing is next door~..."

Ron held his breath, his eyes full of horror. He leaned his hand against the window, and the cold air from the layers of frost made his hand red.

Hermione was panting heavily, and white mist sprayed out of her mouth, knowing that summer has not passed yet!

The next moment a black shadow suddenly appeared on the window of the compartment, tall and cold.

The icy cold air faintly infiltrated through the gap in the box door, and Naiyali raised her brow, and the blue flame in her hand suddenly became vigorous, and the cold current suddenly burned.

This action seemed to anger the monster outside the door, and the compartment door opened suddenly with a violent noise. A dark and cold palm shaped like a dry bone slammed in.

Ron and Hermione suddenly felt a little dizzy in their heads and their eyes blurred. And Harry, who was not far from the door, was much more serious, his throat seemed to be blocked by an ice block, and it was a delusion to make a sound with cold body.

The icy cold current invaded his internal organs, and he immediately felt that his strength had been taken away at that moment, the scenery in front of him began to blur, and his own perception of the outside world was also constantly disappearing, as if it had already come to a dead end.

His heart also seemed to be gripped fiercely by that cold palm, endless hallucinations and inexplicable voices echoed in his ears.

Then, a woman's scream came into his mind. The despair, darkness, and cold screams made him feel like his heart was breaking. He knew who was screaming, he wanted to help her, but he could do nothing, because he couldn't protect himself at the moment.

That crusted palm like a dry bone seemed to have found the target, and covered his face with a virtual grip. Layers of white matter floated out of Harry's face with the dance of the monster's palm, trying to obliterate all his existence.

Finally, the full picture of the monster was exposed to everyone.

Ron was trembling all over at the moment, and he raised it tremblingly and took a look, and this scene he will never forget.

It has no feet, and it seems to be floating in the air. An invisible face is completely covered under the hood. Although the exposed body is covered by a black robe, the exposed place looks like a dead body for a long time. Generally, the rotten shape is not human.

"What is this?!"

Ron's teeth were trembling non-stop at the moment, he stumbled to understand what the monster in front of him was.

"So disgusting, what else? Were we still discussing them just now? Of course they are the most depraved, most unwelcome magical creature-dementors!"

Carl seemed indifferent to what was happening before him. He didn't even open his eyes. Only his voice echoed in the darkness.

"Come on, Harry! Didn't you just say that you don't believe that you can't handle even a dementor?

Now he is standing in front of you, as long as you defeat him, I will help you think about how to let you beasts kill Black~..."

Carl continued to talk, although he had no way to make it fast, but that didn't prevent him from bragging, because he knew that Harry would never get rid of this dementor. His sad and painful memories are too many, although he usually can't even recall them, but under the stimulation of the dementor, these can all be transformed into the real feelings that make him fall into the abyss.

This answer made Ron almost cry. A dementor is already so terrifying, so how terrible is Black who abruptly escaped from their nest? Originally, he thought that he would be able to spend a year safely this year, and Blake would be captured by the Ministry of Magic sooner or later, but now...

However, Harry couldn't hear Carl's words at all at this moment. There was only a woman's scream in his ear. Gradually, his expression became more and more fierce and distorted, and even his body was almost out of control.

Carl sighed and tilted his head to look at the ugly dementor. "This train is almost becoming a ghost train. So, are you the dream train conductor Rabint?"

Hearing these words, the dementor looked dazed. Who is Rabint, the dream train conductor?

With the movement of his hand stopped, the rotten face under the ragged hood turned around and looked at Carl face to face.

Carl finally ended his meditation and opened his eyes. In the darkness, no one would see, his eyes had already turned into a deep black like an abyss.

Dementors have no eyesight, and naturally they cannot see the playfulness in Karl's eyes. It only felt that the happiness emanating from Karl was so delicious, let the tatters of Azkaban go to hell!

"Since you are not Rabind, then...Go to hell!"

As the Dementor got closer and closer, Carl's face changed. A thick silver-white lightning at the fingertips turned into a giant dragon, roaring toward it. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The silver-white light emitted by Thunder Xuan completely suppressed the surrounding darkness, and the lightning whirled in the air with bursts of "sizzling" sounds.

Under Carl's control, the Thunder Dragon slammed into the deteriorating body of the Dementor with incomparable precision, and its rotten black robe was instantly ignited, revealing its zombie-like body.

Her big stinking hollow mouth kept wailing in the flames, and the shaking Hermione couldn't help covering her ears.

Hearing this sound, Naiyari, who was watching Carl's operation quietly, couldn't help it. With a flick of her finger, a tiny bit of faint blue spark suddenly swelled in the air like a flower bud, and it turned into one in an instant Zhang Juwang restrained it layer by layer.

Then the giant net suddenly tightened, and the faint blue flame instantly burned it into a plume of blue smoke. There is really no scum left.

The reason for her action was simple. She had already had enough of the crazy tones from the disgusting flutes and giant drums beside Asathos, and couldn't bear a little bit of dissonance.

"You~...you killed it?"

Looking at the dementor with nothing left, Ron said incoherently.

"Just a dementor, what about killing? He dared to act against the students unruly. This was originally an act of seeking death. Even the Minister of Magic Fudge would not say much if he knew it~..."

Carl spread out his hands indifferently, and then tapped his fingers, and the lights in the box began to light up again.

Everything returned to its original condition, and Ron then discovered Harry who had fallen on the ground and passed out unconsciously.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?! Wake up!"

Ron's slightly anxious voice rang in the carriage.

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