Harry found that the recent attention that had finally dropped seemed to be rising again. I don’t know if it was because of Gidro Lohart... or something else. Anyway, he just felt that even other professors have begun to appear around him intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were protecting themselves.

Because their eyes are all about the kind of concern without any malice—

Except for Professor Severus Snape, the Potions Professor still looked at him with unabashed mockery, disdain, disgust and hatred. The hatred was so obvious and intense that it would condense into substance, far better than any bad words.

But habits are really a wonderful thing. Harry has turned a blind eye to the beginning. If one day Snape did not look at him with such a glance, he would have to consider his life safety so that the other party would be in a hurry to throw him away.

He didn't care about Snape's vision at all now, nor was he distracted by too many things. After all, even Professor Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, had been killed by Professor Lyle, and Voldemort was beaten away. What else should he worry about? Even Ron agreed with his opinion. He had been enthusiastically paying attention to the restricted area corridor for a long time, and the trapdoor and the three big dogs were forgotten by them.

So, in such a carefree environment, he began to wonder why professors have been paying attention to him recently - he has been unable to understand this matter, has something happened to him?

Until the day when some creature named Dementor entered Hogwarts—

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Harry felt his breath condense in his chest. The chill penetrated his skin, until it was cold until his chest, to his heart... Harry's eyes rolled up and he could see nothing.

He was drowned in the cold, his ears surging like a water rushing. He was pulled down, and the sound in his ears became louder... Then, from a distance, he heard screams, terrible, frightened, begging screams. He wanted to help the person screaming, no matter who he was, but he couldn't... a thick white mist surrounded him, inside his body...

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?" Someone was slapping him in the face.

"What's wrong..." He opened his eyes, his voice exuded unprecedented weakness. He then realized that he was actually lying in the foyer on the first floor of the castle, surrounded by students... What's going on?

Ron and Hermione knelt beside him, and he could see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitvie leaning down and looking down at him. He felt very uncomfortable, and reached out and pushed his glasses upwards, touching the cold sweat on his face. He wanted to try his best to recall what he had encountered before he was unconscious, but he felt a split headache. His subconscious mind did not allow him to recall such a bad thing.

"It's the dementor, Harry." Hermione said as calm as possible, but her voice was dry and powerless. "The professors said... Someone escaped from Azkaban Prison. In order to arrest the other party, the dementor will enter the school from today..."

The students around were very nervous. After hearing this, they became a noise in an instant. Everyone was opposing and whispering. Even Slytherin, who had always been holding the principle of "what the enemy has to do is what we want to destroy", was like this. It was rare to agree with the students of Gryffindor, that is, those ghosts must never be allowed to enter Hogwarts Castle.

"Dementor...what is that?" With the help of the two, Harry struggled to return to his seat. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitvie looked at each other and exchanged views with each other. Professor McGonagall left the hall directly, with a gloomy face probably going to find Dumbledore.

"A guard from Azkaban..." Professor Flivie shrugged, looking at Harry with great concern, "Are you okay? Harry? I think it's better for you to eat some chocolate, or you should go to the school clinic. Well, let's go first, don't get together here."

"What's wrong with me?" Harry said, erasing the sweat that appeared on his face again. His face felt like it was burning, especially because he was staring at so many people and was scared to faint on the spot. This was a very shameful thing. Thinking of this, he suddenly became extremely grateful to Professor Flivie.

"I think you were scared or something," Ron said, still very scared, and he said loudly, and everyone in the restaurant could probably hear it. "You just walked out of the hall and ran into that guy, and then your whole body was stiff, fell down, and began to twitch-"

Harry's face twitched, and he wanted to slap Ron's head into the dining table. What does it mean to be "staggered in the whole body"? What does it mean to be "starting to twitch"? He was like a fool with intelligence off the line.

"Then Professor McGonagall used a magic trick of unknown origin, and silver smoke ejected from the wand, driving the dementor away..." Hermione said, as she seemed to be in lingering fear, "I have never seen Professor McGonagall so angry, she was so angry that she trembled all over..."

"Is anyone screaming?" Harry looked around and asked with such hope. He now sincerely hoped that he was not the only one who was scared, and even if the others were not scared, it would be okay. As long as others were scared, he would not be the most rude one.

"No one screamed." Hermione said inexplicably.

"But I heard the screams..." Harry still wanted to struggle to prevent his reputation from being so ugly.

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"I don't want to go..." Harry's expression was very strange when standing in front of Hager's wooden house. "I'm not that fragile, I just fainted once, so I don't have to tell Hager specifically."

As he said that, he struggled hard, trying to break free from his arm that his two friends grabbed. But he pushed and shoved, and still knocked on the wooden door of Hagrid's room under the advice of the two.

They were surprised to find that Hagrid's hut was pulling all the curtains tightly, unconventional. Hagrid first shouted "Who?" before slowly walking over and opening the door. His voice evasived, which immediately aroused their interest.

Hagrid poked his head out and looked around quickly to see if anyone heard them letting them enter the house. Then he let the three of them enter the wooden house, and then quickly turned around and closed the door.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, Hagrid?" Hermione couldn't help complaining as soon as she entered.

Because the hut was so hot that it was breathtaking, although the weather outside was very cold, there was a blazing fire in the fireplace, and the cracks in the windows and doors were tightly blocked, and there was no trace of air conditioning.

Haeger did not answer. He made tea for them and brought them ferret sandwiches, but they politely declined.

"Harry, is there anything you have done? You haven't come to me for a long time since Halloween." Perhaps seeing Harry's pale face and tiredness deep in his eyes, the big guy became so keen for the first time.

"Hagir, I'm sorry, because I always need to do Quidditch training." Harry stutteredly explained. He wanted to apologize, but was stopped by Haiger.

"So, do you really have something to ask me?"

"Yes." Harry said, and at this time he felt that there was no need to beat around the bush. "We don't know if you can tell us about the dementors, and why they were stationed in Hogwarts... The most important thing is that I seem to hear my father..."

"What did you say?! Dementors are going to enter Hogwarts?!" Haeger stood up suddenly, asking in disbelief. His sudden movements shocked the entire wooden house slightly. Although it was slight, the three of them felt it clearly. They all changed color and looked at the beams worriedly, ready to escape at any time to avoid the collapsed wooden house.

Hermione frowned slightly: "Hagir, what are you doing? You don't even know about such news?"

As he said that, the girl's eyes were a little erratic and fell directly onto a pile of books on a table next to her - Hager actually reads? With such a scrutinized look, Hermione was surprised to find that these were all books of the same type -

"The Species of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland"...

"From hatching to Nirvana"...

"Guide to Raise Dragons"...

Seeing her gaze become strange, Hagrid's face also became a little unnatural.

At this moment, Harry couldn't help but speak first: "Hagge, can we open a window? I feel so hot that I can't believe that Christmas will be coming in a few days..."

"Oh, sorry, Harry, I'm sorry," Hagrid said, but Harry noticed that he glanced at the fireplace nervously, so he turned his head to look at the fire. "What is that? Hagrid."

"This..." Haeger stammered, and for half a minute he didn't say anything valuable.

But Hermione had a flash of inspiration and thought of something: "Hagir, are you... raising a dragon?"

"Riding dragons?" Both boys were shocked and looked at Hagrid in disbelief.

Hagrid also widened his eyes: "How did you know? I have never told anyone."

He said this, which was actually equivalent to admitting. In desperation, he had to get up and go to the fire, uncovered the hidden black cloth, and in the center of the fire, under the kettle, a big black egg lying.

"Oh my god, this is really cool... It's really a dragon egg! Where did you find it from? This is an absolute contraband!" Ron was stunned.

"It must be the one from Lyle." Hermione said angrily, "This dragon egg was obtained by Lyle and I in the Pig Head Bar in Hogsmeade Village. Ron, your two brothers know it, but I can't understand why this dragon egg is now in Hagrid's hands."

"What? They know too?" Ron's focus was obviously strange, and he shouted, "This is unfair. They didn't tell me at all...not right? Oh my god, Hermione, what did you just say? Hogsmeade Village?"

After reacting, Ron immediately stared at Hermione with a very jealous look and poured his malice towards his twin brother on the little girl. However, Hermione ignored him.

"You are right. This dragon egg was indeed obtained from Professor Lyle." Haeger suddenly realized and finally understood where Miss Gryffindor's All-Time Journey learned the news. After discovering that it was exposed, he did not intend to continue hiding and admitted it with ease.

He looked very proud, but Hermione didn't agree.
Chapter completed!