[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 116 Sirius: I am a good man

Tom chased the cat angrily with his wand, mentally cursing himself for meddling.

If you don't look at the big black dog in pity and think that its owner would abandon his pet because he believed in superstition, then this dog is really miserable and innocent. In a moment of sympathy, he planned to clean and feed the dog and take it back to help it find its owner or find a new adopter. But now it was fine. The dog ran away, and so did the cat that Mr. Filch had asked him to take care of temporarily. .

In just a moment, the big black dog and the furious gray cat, who were determined to escape, had disappeared without a trace. Tom could only keep using magic spells to show their traces and follow the glowing plum blossom footprints on the ground.

They were obviously running further and further away. After following the magic footprints and climbing up a hill on the edge of Hogsmeade village, Tom panted and saw a dilapidated shack standing lonely and gloomy, with all the windows nailed with boards. The garden was dank and overgrown with weeds. Even in broad daylight, it looked colder and dimmer than the house down the mountain, which made people feel terrified.

"This is..." Tom looked around and guessed: "The Screaming Shack?"

The Shrieking Shack was said to be the most haunted place in Britain, and he couldn't imagine anything more haunted.

"Mrs. Norris?" Tom tightened his collar, feeling a little cold. While he continued to display their footprints with magic spells, he called out Mrs. Norris's name - no way, the footprints became a mess when they reached here. It seemed that there was a cat-dog fight here before.

Then he heard a whimpering bark from the other side of the shed, which sounded like a dog barking in pain.

"Is that you, Big Dog?" Tom walked around the shed, grabbing his wand. "Where's Mrs. Norris?" Seven

He just walked around the shack when he froze - he felt cold just now, but he didn't think about what cold meant...

There were probably dozens of dementors wandering quietly on the edge of this Hogsmeade village. When they heard his movements, they raised their heads in unison, and the dark hollow under the hood "watched" him.

And the "small snack" surrounded by the dementors in a semicircle in the middle and ready to taste it - the big black dog was already whimpering and lying on its back, revealing its newly washed white fur belly, tilted. He closed his eyes tightly and even stuck out half of his tongue, pretending to be a fool.

Mrs. Norris, on the other hand, was furry, with her back hunched over, her claws clawing deeply into the mud, breathing at the dementors, and occasionally swiping her tail at the dog next to her that was pretending to be dead - the black dog trembled. Eyes closed tighter.

Tom stood frozen on the spot, using the corner of his eye to estimate whether he might find a gap, rush over, pick up the cat, and run away.

Before he could think of a way, the dementors were gliding towards him quickly with white mist, and that familiar cold feeling enveloped his head, easily penetrating through his thin clothes. Greedily getting into his internal organs, toying with his internal organs, sucking his marrow, silence and twisted malice couldn't wait to embrace him...

He vaguely felt that in addition to the greedy hunger he felt on the express train, there was also a subtle anger and doubt in the cold mist emitted by the dementors.

Tom took a step back, wanting to turn around and run away, but it was clear that the Dementor would be gliding faster than he could escape.

The big black dog made up his mind to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, but Mrs. Norris was more courageous. When she saw the dementors turned towards Tom, she immediately meowed viciously, rushed forward and scratched the dementors. ——Successfully cut a line from the monster's worn cloak.

"Mrs. Norris!" Tom saw the dementor slowly stop, then lowered its hood towards the kitten, and shouted anxiously: "Calling the gods for protection!"

His wand twitched hard, but nothing came out.

Think about happy things, think about happy things...

He forced himself to concentrate and began to recall happy past events: was it when he learned that he was a wizard? Was it when I heard that there were wizards who were immortal? Was it when you got first place in the exam? Is it time to pet the cat?

"Calling God for Guard! Calling God for Guard!"

He could feel his wand trying so hard to cooperate with him, futilely blowing gas from the end again and again.

No...can't do it...those happiness are too superficial and vulgar...meaningless...

Powerless frustration and despair surged into his heart, and he couldn't even tell whether this was really all he was feeling at the moment, or the remaining negative emotions after being devoured by the dementors.

The dementor whose cloak had been scratched by the cat had bent down, and stretched out his rotten hands from the cloak to hold the hood. Mrs. Norris, who was directly below it, had froze and could only howl intermittently in dissatisfaction.

And the dementors in front of him had also approached him, and the sinister chill was getting stronger and stronger. The monsters made a gurgling sound, which sounded like a mouthful of old phlegm choked in the throat of a dying person, crunching and trying desperately. Take one last breath of [living] breath. In the white cold mist, the Dementor closest to him stretched out a pale dead claw and slowly stretched it towards him, as if trying to push away his wand.

It’s too late… Even now it’s too late to send a distress signal…

Tom bit his back molars, pointed his wand directly at the darkness under the dementor's hood, and uttered the spell: "Legilimency!"

Countless painful screams with different tones immediately filled his brain, making him dizzy, dizzy and in unbearable pain; despair, hopelessness, broken ambition... all kinds of strange dark emotions flooded his mouth and nose, making him unable to bear it. Breathing makes all the organs burn. He screamed in tune with the voices in his head, his muscles spasming unconsciously, but with a trace of unwilling resentment in his heart, he drove his body to pounce on the dementor as it staggered back, grabbing the fallen transparent stuffed into his mouth.

That's not a pleasant thought... so not even the dark realm of dementors can swallow it up...

Fortunately, the thing that seemed to be a soul polymer fragment melted in the mouth and took effect automatically. Otherwise, Tom doubted whether he could swallow it smoothly in his current state.

The pain faded away the moment he swallowed it, as if there was an invisible barrier separating those external painful fragments from him, and even a sense of pleasure arose, making people feel extraordinarily lusty after the extreme pain. Immortal... His mind became much clearer, and the total amount of magic power increased a little.

That's okay...fighting feeds fighting...he thought, raised his wand and gave the dementor in front of Mrs. Loris another Legilimency.

Several pairs of dead hands around him slipped out from under their cloaks, their half-exposed skeletal claws trying to grab him with slowly boiling anger.

"Legilimency!" Tom directly released his magic power in a large area, changing the one-way attack into a range attack. At this moment, he was very grateful that he had watched "The Basics of Magic" in the first grade, otherwise he would probably not be able to control the magic power released in a wide range.

The range attack brought exponentially increasing pain, and his mind was filled with deafening screams. Countless painful and desperate memory fragments rushed past his eyes. The breath of fear and trembling clung to every breath, and bursts of fire broke out before his eyes. Hei seems not to be in the human world, but has fallen into purgatory inadvertently.

For a while, Tom felt that his soul was also twisted in this unbearable pain, and his whole body was burning, as if his whole body was being melted by the painful flames, but the continuous intake of soul fragments brought about wisps of pain. The coolness and fluttering barely maintained the final clarity.

The more pain he felt, the more ferociously Tom attacked. He cast the spell regardless, since the soul fragments he swallowed would replenish his magic power. His expression when hunting was even more ferocious than the dementors' greedy appetites. He knew very well that there was no room for hesitation at this time. As long as he slowed down his attack a little, those greedy monsters would use their rotten claws to kill him. To be dragged into eternal catastrophe...this is to risk one's life! This is gambling on your life!

"Legilimency! Legilimency!" He twisted his face and half-knelt on the ground. This posture was to facilitate picking up the fallen soul fragments. "Come on!" he shouted at the remaining dementors. .

The few remaining dark monsters stopped and stood in the thin white mist, watching him silently. Old cloaks were scattered on the muddy ground - these were the last traces left by the dementors.

After a moment of stalemate, the remaining dementors slipped away silently.

Tom couldn't stop shivering all over, not only because of the cold, but also because of the residual pain in his body.

He watched the dementors disappear with vigilance, until Mrs. Norris came out from the corner, meowed and ran towards him, rubbing his knees. Then he relieved his strength and sat down on the ground, feeling His whole body was twitching, but the muscle pain seemed to only affect his body.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of yellow-green bile, and cursed feebly and vaguely: "FXXX." Only then did he realize that he had bitten his tongue in an unknown burst of pain, and his mouth smelled of blood.

His mind was swollen, filled with memories that did not belong to him. He didn't have any extra energy to deal with it at the moment, so he just collapsed on the muddy ground regardless of whether his brain was pounding or aching. He didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not.

As for the big black dog who is good at playing dead? I don't know when I turned over and ran away without a trace. He truly deserves to be a master of Dog (Gou) Taoism.