Chapter 240 Hero?

The sudden appearance of the dementors caused a great commotion in the auditorium. The students who had been gathering together to talk and laugh one moment were running away in panic the next second.

However, at this moment, the auditorium was crowded with Hogwarts students, and the professors had already extinguished all the candles in order to let them rest early. Although the magic ceiling above the auditorium still diligently brought the moonlight from outside the castle into the auditorium, This little moonlight alone cannot illuminate the huge auditorium.

So, in this dim environment, a stampede occurred.

There was a lot of wailing in the auditorium, and everyone was running around like blind men in the dim auditorium. Some people accidentally fell, and the people behind them stepped over them, not paying attention to the screams of the people under their feet.

Those dementors were bathing in the 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.

The next moment, it seemed that they could no longer suppress their inner appetite. An ugly mouth emerged from the hood and took a deep breath at the crowd below them.

In an instant, the screams in the auditorium weakened a lot, and a layer of frost visible to the naked eye spread around the dementors. Anyone who came into contact with this circle of frost had their limbs stiff and unable to move.

People further away also felt uncomfortable. Even though the people in the innermost circle were the main targets of the dementors, they were still affected.

Harry felt like he was back to that rainy night in his vague memory, with the woman's miserable howl, the hoarse male voice, the endless green light...

These scenes that he had only seen in his most horrific nightmares were happening again.

He felt like he was about to die. In this extreme fear, the temperature of his body was also constantly lowering. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, but he could not feel any warmth.

Those dementors seemed to be sucking not his joy at all, but his life!

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A familiar voice came, and then a brilliance exploded in the dim auditorium!

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

Harry felt his vision gradually clearing up, and through his still blurry vision, he could vaguely see a tall blond boy standing in front of him, holding a wand high.

A huge silver-white raven suddenly appeared from the tip of his staff, raised its head and chirped before flying towards the Dementors above the auditorium.

"Mike..."

Harry weakly called the name of the young man in front of him, and the young man seemed to hear his call, turned around and smiled softly at himself, saying:

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

As Mike's words fell to the ground, the beautiful raven shining with silvery white light suddenly collided with the dementors.

Suddenly, a dazzling light exploded from the sky above the auditorium!

For the first time in history, the dementors who invaded the Hogwarts auditorium made a sound in front of the students, and each one screamed and fled the auditorium.

The panicked students in the auditorium stared blankly at the light that still stayed in the air.

It wasn't until a silver-white raven appeared again from the light that everyone cheered.

"marvelous!"

"Mike! You're the best!"

"We are saved!"

Unlike people from other houses, the students of Ravenclaw House recognized at a glance that this was a raven that could represent the founder of the house, Ms. Ravenclaw, so they shouted out Ravenclaw. Lao's name is taboo.

The surrounding students who had just escaped from danger also gathered around Mike, shouting the names of Ravenclaw and Mike.

For a time, the cheers in the auditorium were uniform and deafening!

What they saw when Dumbledore and the professors hurried over was such a scene.

"Mike! Did you learn the Patronus Charm!?"

Professor Flitwick looked at Mike in the center of the crowd and the Raven Patronus still hovering in the air, and asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, he was able to summon the physical patron saint a few days ago. I taught him!" Lu Ping said with a proud face, "What? Didn't he tell you?"

Flitwick looked at Lupin blankly, and subconsciously replied: "No!"

"What an amazing talent." Dumbledore also looked at the Patronus and said, "I couldn't do this at his age."

"Yes! Don't even look at whose student it is!" Professor Flitwick looked proud, but the next moment he calmed down and said seriously, "But that's not what we need to care about now. The most important thing now is the dementors!"

"That's right, these dementors are so deceptive! They dare to blatantly disobey the Ministry of Magic's orders and run wild in Hogwarts!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her trembling lips tightly, and words filled with anger slowly came out of her mouth.

…

Mike had no idea how angry the professors were. He was currently busy dealing with those enthusiastic classmates.

He had helped classmates who were bullied by Slytherin several times before, which gave him a reputation as a philanthropist. Becoming a duel champion made his classmates aware of his great strength. He had just driven away the dementors and saved all his classmates. He has established himself as a hero.

People always like heroes, especially handsome heroes.

As a result, Mike is now surrounded by fans with enthusiastic expressions. Some little girls even shouted that they would help Mike give birth to a monkey.

Mike's performance was still impeccable.

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

This image paired with the raven patron saint still emitting warm light in mid-air makes Mike look like the divine son in mythology.

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

Normally, these arrogant prefects would not pay attention to Mike at all, but today they were surprisingly obedient and obeyed Mike's orders obediently.

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

The professors who were still discussing not far away smiled knowingly when they saw this scene. Mike's excellence far exceeded their expectations.

Only Dumbledore looked at the dazzling Mike in the crowd with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking.

The prefects were very efficient and in a short time brought the students back to their respective places like shepherds driving away their lambs.

When Mike saw this, he also withdrew his patron saint, allowing the auditorium to return to darkness.

The effect of this good show tonight was very good. The prefects who used to ignore Mike also fell in front of him, not to mention the ignorant ordinary students.

In the darkness, Mike unconsciously smiled sincerely as he listened to the whispers of the little wizards around him who were too excited to sleep.

Also in the dark, Harry didn't feel very good.

The dementors just gave him a bad feeling. Although he didn't pass out like he did on the train last time, he was very cold now.

Even though he was covered with enough quilts, he still felt cold.

He stretched out his trembling hands and took out a small piece of chocolate from his arms, put it into his mouth and chewed it hard. The chewed chocolate quickly melted and turned into a sweet taste that penetrated his stomach.

The situation still didn't improve, so 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?"

"Hmm...well, I...feel okay."

Harry said something against his will, and Mike seemed to hear his true feelings at the moment from his trembling tone, dragging a sleeping bag over and sleeping next to him.

"Did you know? In fact, all the misfortunes in this world are caused by the lack of ability of the person involved."

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

Mike then said, "I actually envy you, Harry. I really do."

"I don't know what else I deserve for you to envy!"

Harry said this angrily and turned away, no longer talking to Mike.

He felt that Mike was humiliating him. He was an orphan who was targeted everywhere. There was nothing worthy of the envy of Mike, a shining hero.

Mike on the other side wasn't upset when he heard this, he was just a kid.

Watching your best friend achieve amazing things and soar into the sky. Most people can't sincerely celebrate him, and it's normal to feel jealous.

Harry still had a lot of use for Mike, and he didn't want to cause a rift in their relationship just yet.

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 like his head was in a mess at the moment, and he wanted to tell Mike that if possible, he would rather not take the title of savior.

This title made him very tired, and everyone had high hopes for him. At the same time, this name also caused him to lose his parents.

"Do you know why you were not expelled despite breaking Ministry of Magic rules during the summer vacation?"

"You mean..."

"That's right, our lovely minister has no intention of firing you because of this trivial matter." Mike smiled in the dark, "In fact, as long as you don't make any big mistakes, 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 paid for them with their lives. I know that Draco has been against you recently, but in fact, as long as you move out, you Just the name of the savior will make countless people willing to help you, and just Draco is not worth mentioning at all. Even...even Snape..."

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

He felt like he understood for the first time in his life the privileges that come with his identity!

"Will you help me too?"

Harry said while suppressing his excitement.

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

This word of friend made Harry's inner dissatisfaction with Mike disappear, and at the same time, a certain idea in his heart gradually sprouted.

'If things are really like what Mike said, then those two annoying guys Malfoy and Snape...'

Harry thought this, but in the middle of the thought, he shook his head vigorously to stop himself from continuing to think.

'No, I can't do this. There's nothing wrong with Malfoy, he's just stupid. As for Snape, he is a professor, and although he is really annoying, I can't do that. ’

Harry was fighting fiercely in his heart, and when Mike saw him silent for a long time, he spoke again: "Tomorrow at 8 o'clock, come to me in front of the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, and I will teach you the Patronus Charm. It’s not okay for the savior to be afraid of dementors!”

After a pause, Mike seemed to have thought of something and said, "Of course, you can also call your friends. It is my ambition to make the students at Hogwarts no longer afraid of dementors!"

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

Mike chuckled lightly and replied: "Go to sleep! You have to go to Quidditch training tomorrow morning, right?"

…

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

It was obvious that Fudge was very nervous now. Sweat kept dripping from his thin-haired head, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

He can already think of the front page headlines of tomorrow's Daily Prophet.

"Dementors Attack Hogwarts!" A stupid move by the Minister of Magic! 》

Oh my God! Tomorrow his office will be filled with shouting letters from parents. This is simply terrifying!

"Mr. Dumbledore, I hope you can explain it clearly to the students and their parents." A drop of sweat flowed into his eyes and stung him. Fudge irritably wiped his sweaty face and said, "Those Dementors It was because I discovered the traces of Sirius Black that I rashly entered Hogwarts Castle! I have sent those dementors who committed crimes back to Azkaban, and I guarantee that this will never happen again!"

Dumbledore remained silent, which made Fudge sweat even more.

Dumbledore was much stronger than him in terms of strength and reputation. When the Ministry of Magic selected the minister, the Wizengamot Council unanimously determined that Dumbledore was the best candidate for minister.

But Dumbledore rejected the invitation from the Ministry of Magic and was willing to stay at Hogwarts as the principal. Only then did Fudge get the chance!

So Fudge couldn't hold his head high in front of Dumbledore!

"Cornelly, I can help you explain, but you must withdraw all dementors." Dumbledore said after a long time.

"That's impossible! Sirius Black hasn't been caught yet! He's a..."

Before Fudge could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall stood up from his seat and said: "Mr. Minister! I hope you can understand that this is the unanimous result of our discussions as professors! Looking at you based on the current situation There is no ability to restrain these dementors!"

Mag's words made Fudge's face turn red. 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 becoming minister, but it seems that is not the case now.

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

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

Fudge felt like a clown here, tortured by endless humiliation.

"I don't agree!" Fudge roared and slammed the door. "I am the minister! I have the final say in everything!"