"The Sphinxes in Egypt are large, tough, and quite intelligent, considered a large creature – they should be quite suitable for breeding Obsidian Flowers."
Dylan flipped through the books, quietly absorbing the knowledge within.
Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express sped towards its destination.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the dome of heaven shrouded in haze, the sunlight fading.
Dylan could clearly feel the warmth in the carriage slowly dissipating with the passage of time.
Around two or three o'clock, fine rain fell from the lead-grey clouds, striking the window with a "tap, tap" sound.
As the raindrops became denser, the sound grew increasingly noisy.
However, Dylan remained calm, quietly turning the pages of his book.
"Hogwarts won't be raining too, will it? I don't like rainy days at all."
Neville couldn't be as patient as Dylan. After finishing the lunch his grandmother made, he was now packing away the lunchbox.
In fact, there was a welcome feast waiting for them at school in the evening.
If you left late in the morning and had a late breakfast, the young wizards returning to school by train would usually finish lunch around one or two o'clock.
This timing was just right.
Otherwise, too early or too late, it would more or less affect their appetite for the evening.
Neville pouted: "This kind of gloomy rainy day always gives me a bad feeling."
Dylan's action of looking down at the book paused, his fingers gently pinching the pages, not turning them.
He slowly raised his head, looked at Neville, and lightly raised an eyebrow.
"You chose Divination class just right, Professor Trelawney actually has a lot of knowledge she can teach you – of course, if you want to learn Divination well, the most important thing is to look at your own talent."
A faint smile appeared on Dylan's lips: "I think you have a good talent."
Neville came back to his senses and immediately realized what Dylan was talking about.
"I... good talent? Dylan, do you mean..."
Neville opened his mouth.
Dylan nodded with a smile: "I think Hogwarts might encounter some strange things again this year – this is my hunch."
Neville's face changed drastically!
"Heaven! Is there a second Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts?"
Dylan shook his head gently: "It's not that bad – why would Slytherin make so many Chambers of Secrets?"
"It's just... anyway, we'll know when we get to school – of course, maybe we won't even need to get to school."
Dylan stopped halfway through his sentence.
Neville's face froze.
Wasn't it?
Why did he only say half of it and then stop?
Neville's mind began to speculate uncontrollably about what trouble they would encounter this semester.
After hesitating for a while, he really wanted to ask Dylan for the specific details.
But then he thought, Dylan didn't tell him about it, but chose to remain silent.
It wasn't good for him to ask... either.
Neville pursed his lips.
In an instant, his desire to learn divination suddenly reached a climax.
- If he could learn divination, he wouldn't have to ask Dylan about everything.
Before he could recover.
The Hogwarts Express actually began to slow down.
Until it stopped.
Neville was stunned, and then quickly looked out the window.
The rain kept spreading, sliding down the window pane.
The line of sight was a little unclear.
But Neville still saw at a glance that they had not arrived at school at all!
"How... why did we suddenly stop?"
Neville's face gradually lost color, staring at the world outside the window, which had become blurred due to the rain.
The wilderness was blurred in the rain, and the distant mountains were only a faint shadow.
Neville's ominous premonition reached a peak, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, causing him to shiver involuntarily, and his hands clenched the corners of his clothes subconsciously.
"Dylan... how do I feel... how do I feel, like there's something outside?"
Dylan finally put down the book completely, and withdrew his sight from the knowledge.
He didn't speak, just let Neville stand up from his seat nervously, and then scurry to his side.
- He even gave up a seat, so that Neville could sit inside.
Compared with Neville's panic, Dylan's expression was calm, and there was even a bit of surprise in his eyes.
It's finally coming!
Those little cuties!
Dylan's eyes were fixed outside the carriage.
Neville subconsciously followed his gaze, but his pupils shrank sharply!
On the carriage glass, a wet black palm print appeared out of nowhere.
Before he could see what it was, a creepy creaking sound came.
The sliding door was opened from the outside!
"Dy... Dy..."
"Don't be afraid, keep quiet."
Dylan pointed his wand.
He directly covered Neville with several armors.
- At the same time, it also isolated his vision, and even isolated his hearing.
And Dylan locked his eyes tightly on the carriage door, and the excitement in his eyes almost overflowed.
The compartment door opened.
A behemoth slowly stepped into the carriage.
It was exaggeratedly tall, its head almost touching the top of the carriage, and it was wrapped in a black mist cloak.
- To be specific, this cloak was a bit like the silt that had been soaked in water.
Then, a disgusting arm stretched out - the skin was covered with sticky liquid, and scars that looked like corpse spots.
"It looks even uglier than in the movies, look at this face, it looks like a losing product that didn't sell in the nineteenth century and was smashed in the hands of the twentieth century."
Dylan啧啧amazed, looking up and down at the Dementor in front of him.
In this world, there is a concept of non-existence, also known as non-human supernatural phenomena, which is a type of magical creature.
They transcend life and death, and have no correspondence in the Muggle world. Muggles can only perceive them indirectly.
Non-existence is born because of human emotions, and feeds on these emotions.
They are not born, nor do they die.
And Dementors are the most dangerous kind of non-existence.
They are born out of fear and despair, and many wizards call them the ugliest things in the world.
Besides Dementors, another more famous creature in non-existence is Boggart.
A guy who can turn into the thing that the person he is facing is most afraid of in his heart.
But Boggarts themselves will not really cause any harm to wizards.
But Dementors are different.
These guys will truly suck away a person's soul!
- Through a kiss.
Of course, perhaps in the eyes of others, Dementors are so terrifying.
However, at this time, this guy who looked a bit like a pile of mud, fell into Dylan's eyes.
But it is quite tempting!
Ordinary corpses can be made into Inferi.
So... what about Dementors who cannot be killed directly?
What kind of spark can this guy create in front of various magics?
Dylan couldn't wait to catch it into his own world and study it.
Non-existence?
Born of fear, feeding on human happiness?
Isn't this the perfect experimental subject that is difficult to die, can be controlled by him with Dark Cthulhu, and can be used repeatedly!
In the dim carriage, the sound of raindrops falling made the atmosphere suffocating.
The Dementor's hollow eye sockets looked directly at Dylan's gaze.
What it didn't expect was that all the other humans were full of fear when they saw it.
However, this little wizard sitting in the carriage was still smiling at it?
It became interested.
This human little wizard should have many happy memories, right?
Let it see...
The Dementor took a step closer, and also politely closed the carriage door.
Seeing this, the smile on Dylan's face suddenly widened, but it looked even colder and weirder.
The next moment, in an instant.
A strong black mist centered on Dylan, frantically surging and spreading.
The black mist was thick, constantly churning and twisting in the narrow carriage, like countless greedy tentacles stretching out arbitrarily.
In the center of the steaming mist, there were vaguely a few eyes flashing with a strange ghostly light, blinking, revealing an unspeakable evil aura.
Just one glance, it was like seeing the endless abyss, and the soul would be torn apart by this dark force, and finally the reason of the person would collapse in an instant!
The Dementor originally planned to take it step by step, to see if it could secretly extract some happiness from this little wizard.
However, after seeing the black mist rising around Dylan, a storm suddenly surged in its originally emotionless "hollow"!
The Dementor stagnated in the ...air, and its body began to tremble violently uncontrollably. The muddy cloak that enveloped it also shivered with it.
The Dementor instinctively wanted to flee from the little wizard in front of it.
— Blast it, this thing is even scarier than they are!
This Dementor wanted to pass through the wall immediately, but Dylan wouldn't give it the chance.
"Come in, my dear." Dylan lightly snapped his fingers.
A briefcase appeared silently at his feet.
Immediately afterwards, the lid slowly opened.
It was pitch black inside, looking just like a Dementor's mouth.
And the Dementor became even more terrified when it saw the bottomless interior of the box.
At the same time, the black gas surrounding Dylan also gradually surged into the box.
In the tumbling chaos, the originally hollow black hole inside the box now had a few eyeballs emitting a strange cold light, staring coldly at the Dementor.
The Dementor's attempt to escape froze. The entire creature seemed to be nailed to the spot, wanting to leave but completely unable to move uncontrollably.
It was really going crazy!
The Dementor in front of Dylan fluttered in panic, trying to break free from the fear in its heart.
— Lord of Happiness, how could it feel fear?
It was a Dementor!!
The Dementor looked at Dylan, who silently raised his wand, pointing the tip directly at it. A little holy light flickered at the wand tip – it looked very much like the crystal bubbles it saw when it sucked away other people's happy memories.
But this time, the tables were turned!
"Profligspiritus!" (Banish Spirit!)
In an instant, white light bloomed, like a sacred heavenly light appearing, dispelling the darkness in the carriage.
However, as the light flowed, chillingly evil auras spread.
It made people's backs feel cold!
The light shot out with a swish.
Almost instantly, it hit the Dementor.
The black cloak frantically flipped, but it seemed to be falling into an abyss.
Strands of black gas coiled upwards, tangling around it.
Several eyes circled around the Dementor, staring dead at its hollow, expressionless face without blinking.
The Dementor struggled desperately, its twisted body lunging left and right, occasionally letting out bursts of mournful shrieks.
However, no matter what it did, it could not escape the bondage of that beam of evil holy light.
Finally, under Dylan's manipulation, the Dementor was slowly sucked into the briefcase.
"Bang!"
As the briefcase slammed shut.
The ear-splitting shrieking also stopped abruptly.
— To prevent some inexplicable fellows from setting their sights on the Dementor after it was taken into the spatial storage.
Dylan directly used Dark Cthulhu to wrap the Dementor.
This way, he wouldn't be afraid that the Dementor would wander around uncontrollably when he wasn't in the briefcase space.
— If it scared his family's Coal Ball and the baby fire dragon...
Dylan would definitely make this Dementor feel what real fear was!
With the disappearance of the Dementor.
The black mist in the carriage also gradually faded.
The carriage became quiet again.
Dylan removed the layers of obstacles, *Protego*, *Silencio*, *Muffliato*, and interference protections he had cast in an instant...
Only then did Neville regain his vision.
But this sudden clarity did not dispel the fear in his heart; on the contrary, it suddenly intensified.
Neville's legs couldn't help but tremble, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a "clacking" sound.
"That... that thing, what was that thing? That black hand..."
After a while to recover, finding the carriage empty and seeing nothing, Neville dared to cautiously look around.
"Don't be afraid, that was just a Dementor just now." Dylan said with a smile.
However, as his voice fell.
Neville felt a chill come over him, and he shivered again violently.
He realized that the carriage was terribly cold at the moment, the coldness seemed to be able to drill directly into the cracks of his bones, which made him shrink his body involuntarily.
"A Dementor?!" Neville exclaimed.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Dylan raised his palm and popped a candy into Neville's mouth.
"Hold it for a bit."
His tongue touched the candy, and Neville felt the sweet taste, and the panic in his heart gradually stabilized.
But his face was still pale – even deathly pale.
Just like Malfoy.
Completely drained of color.
"I just said, why did I think of some very depressing things the moment I saw that black handprint..."
Neville held the candy in his mouth for a while, and then said to Dylan: "Why did these guys come here – this is the Hogwarts Express! They should be in Azkaban, not here! Did they think we were prisoners? Or are they going to take us away?"
Dylan rubbed his chin.
His gaze passed through the window blurred by the rain.
Quite a few Dementors had come this time.
Ten or eight wasn't too many, and thirty or forty wasn't too few!
Should he... catch a few more?
While thinking, Dylan casually replied: "Didn't you see the *Daily Prophet*? During the summer, I saw in the *Daily Prophet* that Sirius Black had escaped from prison."
"Ah??" Neville was startled again.
"Dylan, you said we might encounter some strange things again this semester, are you talking about this?"
At this point, Neville no longer cared about being shy.
He just wanted to understand the current situation!
Dylan chuckled: "Maybe, destiny doesn't let me see the truth directly – I'm just habitually speculating, maybe not?"
He stood up.
Neville's expression visibly became panicked: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see Harry and the others. You stay here. A Dementor has already checked our carriage. As long as you don't leave here, you'll be fine."
As Dylan spoke, an eye wrapped in a wisp of black gas under the carriage, through a gap, looked up at the pouting Neville.
"But... I always feel like something is watching me..."
Neville was almost in tears.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, trust me." Dylan offered a triple dose of comfort.
Although Neville really wanted to go out with Dylan.
But when he thought about the outside, there were probably many Dementors out there right now.
He still stopped in his tracks.
"Then, then you must come back quickly, Dylan... Please!"
"Of course – of course, I will."
Dylan pulled open the carriage door and walked out.
Looking at the gradually closing gap in the door.
Neville sat back in his seat, shrinking himself.
His eyes were wide open, constantly darting around the carriage.
— He really felt a strong sense of being watched.
It made him feel uneasy, like thorns in his back and sitting on pins and needles!
"Ah, Merlin's socks! Dylan, hurry back..."
Neville curled himself into a ball, even pulling his feet onto the seat.
— He was very afraid that a hand would suddenly grab his ankle later.
He would really faint on the spot!
At this time, Dylan walked slowly through the dim and long train corridor, holding a suitcase in his hand.
All around, a group of Dementors ghost-like, shuttled freely between the carriages.
A chilling aura permeated every corner.
The young wizards in the carriages were all shivering.
Sensing Dylan's presence, several Dementors suddenly floated over.
Their muddy black robes rolled with their movements, emitting a biting cold in mid-air.
"It really is a very negative emotion."
Dylan allowed these Dementors to gather around him.
Then, in an instant.
The Dementors who had surrounded Dylan in a circle seemed to be greatly startled, fleeing wildly in all directions, their movements panicked and disheveled.
In the blink of an eye, the Dementors that had gathered around Dylan turned and fled, disappearing.
But the number seemed to be one or two fewer than when they gathered.
Dylan walked all the way to the end of the train.
The number of Dementors that came this time was indeed quite large.
However, after he used the same trick again and caught a few.
Those Dementors, perhaps having communicated with each other, had all become clever. When they saw him, they would simply go around him.
This made Dylan quite annoyed.
What's going on? You're Dementors!
How can you walk around a human like me??
Come and surround me!
Just like before!
All of you! Come at me together!
Otherwise, he won't be satisfied!!
(End of this chapter)