[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-523":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts Learning Panel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250761,4210,"Chapter 523: Dementor (4k)","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-523",523,"\u003Cp>Lupin looked eager to hear more, which won him Ron’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced unconsciously at the seat by the window, where Wizard Sean was biting into a pumpkin pie while reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, all the lights along the aisle and overhead racks flared on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train rattled loudly, rain pattered against the windows, and wind howled outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—we’re almost there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron leaned forward, peering past Professor Lupin at the now pitch-black window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than the train began to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can get off with Wizard Sean, though it’s strange he’d owe you wages… You work at Fred’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think it’s that magical goods shop—it’s a bookstore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin said kindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bookstore… You mean Green’s Bookhouse? Merlin… So you have the latest edition of Green’s Notes?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin smiled, carefully pulling out a complete set of the Green Series from his battered but fascinating suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yellowed pages suggested he’d read these books more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Chronicles of Wizarding Magic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione gasped in delight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean said he hadn’t finished it—you have the manuscript…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, certainly—I’ve always corresponded with Mr. Green on matters of magical history…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin nodded with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the surrounding young wizards, certain they must have a good connection to his boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile grew warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he’d soon find his employer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin was surrounded by young wizards; Ron stood farthest back and couldn’t see the manuscript.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed in disappointment, stood up, and carefully walked to the window to see outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m starving—I really want to attend the feast…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not there yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione said, turning with the manuscript in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did we stop?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train slowed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the wheels faded; the wind and rain struck the windows louder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was closest to the door; he rose and peered down the aisle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of heads popped out curiously from the compartments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train jolted to a halt; distant clattering noises suggested luggage had fallen from the racks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without warning, all the lights went out, plunging them into total darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s voice rang out before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione gasped,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ron, that’s my foot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry—I can’t see a thing—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think the train broke down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry fumbled his way back to his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill squeaking echoed in the dark; Harry saw a blurry, dark shape of Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wiping a clean patch on the window, peering outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something’s moving outside,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It looks like someone’s getting on…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Green—you were here all along—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, pleasant voice broke the tension; it was Lupin, holding a glowing wand to illuminate the manuscript for the black-haired young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleased to see you, Mr. Lupin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean emerged from his sea of magical knowledge, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think Lupin’s here to collect wages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone can see that, Hermione.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron rolled his eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one in the magical world doesn’t want to be connected to Wizard Sean… Did I mention? The last signed notebook of his sold for thirty Jin Jin Jialong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron suddenly winked and grinned again; though his face was unclear in the dark, everyone caught the exaggeration in his tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if they don’t want ties to Mr. Green, who among the newspapers or so-called pure-blood families wouldn’t want to meet the illustrious Mr. Hermes, returned in glory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They always forgot what stature the name Green carried throughout the magical world…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right, Ron. But the train seems broken…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Harry spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we go outside and check?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry glanced at Wizard Sean, who was chatting amiably with Lupin, and suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron flung the door open eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards stepped into the aisle; only Lupin and Wizard Sean remained in the compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the narrow aisle, someone tripped over Harry’s legs and fell with a cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry! Who’s that? Do you know what’s happening? Ow! Sorry—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neville, don’t wander—stick close to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry groped in the dark, grabbed Neville’s robe, and pulled him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry? Is that you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me, Neville. Come on—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s ask the driver what’s going on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione’s voice said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt Hermione brush past him, heard the sliding door open again, then a bang and two sharp cries of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ginny?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hermione?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing, Ginny?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m looking for Ron—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, get back inside and sit down—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t sit there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said quickly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m right here! Ow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville let out a pained yell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stumbled back into the compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the compartment was packed—seven young wizards and one professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand behind me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stern voice cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone saw a flash of light across the chest of the young wizard by the window—and his figure vanished from the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned in shock; the young wizard had already reached the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft pop, a trembling light flickered on, illuminating the compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin seemed to clutch a handful of flame, its glow revealing his weary gray face, his eyes sharply alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone stay put.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said in that raspy voice, then rose slowly, holding the flame aloft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Lupin reached the door, the sliding door opened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the flickering light of the flame in Lupin’s hand, a tall, broad figure in a cloak stood at the threshold, nearly brushing the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was completely hidden beneath the hood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the crowd, beside Wizard Sean, Harry glanced down—and what he saw made his stomach clench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand emerged from beneath the cloak—grayish-white, gleaming with a sinister sheen, as if coated in slime and spots, like something rotting underwater after death…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand vanished instantly. The cloaked figure seemed to sense Harry’s gaze; the hand suddenly retracted into the folds of the black cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the cloaked figure—whatever it was—inhaled slowly, a gurgling sound coming from its throat, as if it were drawing in more than just the surrounding air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bone-chilling cold swept over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt he could not breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold seeped into his skin, invaded his chest, crept into his heart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s eyes rolled back—he saw nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was submerged in the cold, his ears roaring like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was pulling him down, the roaring growing louder…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he heard distant screams—terrible, panicked, pleading screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to help that person, wanted to move his arm—but he couldn’t move at all…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick swirl of white mist spun around him, spun within him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry heard a sharp command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cat—a silvery-white, glowing cat—sprinted past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It leapt proudly beside the black-robed figure, which fled like a mouse seeing a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry! Harry! Are you all right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was slapping Harry’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wh—what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry opened his eyes. Bright lights shone above; the floor trembled—the Hogwarts Express had started moving again, and the lights had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to have slid off his seat onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron and Jia Jia Siting knelt beside him; behind them stood Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and Professor Lupin, all watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt terribly unwell; when he raised his hand to push his glasses back onto his nose, he felt his face slick with cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand reached out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, you need to rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice belonged to the same person who had shouted earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s mind was a blur, but he would never forget that voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean helped him back into his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you all right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron stepped closer, nervously asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said, quickly glancing toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloaked figure was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened? Where did that—thing go? Who was screaming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one screamed,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said, even more tense now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry looked around the bright compartment. Ginny and Neville stared at him, both pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I heard screaming—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack startled them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin broke a large piece of chocolate into several chunks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he handed the largest piece to Harry and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat it. It’ll help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry took the chocolate but did not eat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was that thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dementors,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied, watching Lupin distribute chocolate to everyone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dementors from Azkaban.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared at Wizard Sean in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper and shoved it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he said again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’ll help. Excuse me—I need to speak with the driver…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed by Harry and paused beside Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant Patronus Charm, Mr. Green. A corporeal Patronus—unbelievable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin said, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll come with you to speak with the driver. Not every wizard on this train can cast a Patronus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean glanced down the dark corridor and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… if it’s you… very well, Mr. Green… let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m coming too,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting suddenly spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Fenliri, that’s hardly a good idea,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin said, uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to refuse Jia Jia Siting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m coming too,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione stood up and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin found it hard to decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s all go,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you wish,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin replied obediently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked ahead, and the group vanished into the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean advanced, wand raised, pondering several puzzling points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dementor had targeted only Harry—or rather, it hadn’t specifically targeted Harry; its very presence was an attack on all wizards, yet Harry had reacted with extreme intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought it must be connected to Harry’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after his defeat, Voldemort’s influence on Harry over the years must still linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you really all right, Harry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron stayed behind to look after Harry, now watching him with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t understand… what just happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry wiped more cold sweat from his face and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well—the thing—the Dementor—it just stood there, looking around—I mean, it seemed to be looking around, but I couldn’t see its face—and then you—you—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought you were having a fit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said, still shaken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You went stiff, fell off your seat, started twitching—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Mr. Green raised his wand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny said reverently,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said: ‘Leave.’ And a silver thing shot out of his wand at the Dementor, and the Dementor ran away…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was terrifying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville said, his voice higher than usual,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you feel how cold it was when it came in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel weird,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said, shifting uneasily in his seat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“like I’ll never be happy again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But none of you fell off your seats?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said, looking at Harry with concern again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“but Ginny was shaking like a madwoman…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry truly didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt weak, trembling all over, as if he’d just recovered from a severe cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also felt a faint embarrassment—why was he the only one acting so foolishly while everyone else was fine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him was Lupin, still on guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin paused at the door, glanced at them all, and smiled slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t poison that chocolate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, eat some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry finally took a bite and was greatly surprised to feel a sudden warmth surging toward his toes and fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dementors drain a wizard’s happiness, but sweets lift the spirits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean explained again, then hesitantly pulled a steaming pumpkin pie from his wizard’s book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Wizard Sean, I mean, having an untraceable expansion space is amazing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron moved closer too, helping Harry sit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your… Patronus Charm—is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Hermione still remembered the spell Wizard Sean had just cast.\u003C\u002Fp>",1952,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3969cbaed08214a2e86068dac8504b4e54cb660b9bdab98d93f21bcf34f0ce2b","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-524","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-522",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]