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Chapter 415: Dementor: Blond... Short... Wizard... Off They Go!
Chapter 415: Dementor: Blond... Short... Wizard... Off They Go!
"If you're ready, we can start now!" Ivan tossed the Sack in his hand to the far side of the room.
Hearing Ivan's words, Harry's smile froze, and he nodded solemnly.
Ivan took a few steps back, positioning himself in a corner where he was less noticeable. With a wave of his Wand, the ropes binding the Sack unraveled on their own.
Harry watched nervously, his Wand gripped tightly in his hand. He repeated the Spell he had practiced last night over and over, feeling confident that this time he could overcome his inner fear.
In the next moment, a chill spread from the Sack.
In the enclosed classroom, the oil lamp flickered a few times before going out. Black mist gradually spread, and a cold, lifeless feeling began to seep into Harry's heart.
A withered, scab-covered hand touched the edge of the Sack, and the opening widened. A corpse draped in a tattered Cloak floated out, hovering in the air.
Harry could vaguely see the rotting head beneath the Cloak, with a large hole where the mouth should be, endlessly drawing in unseen substances.
Harry raised his Wand, his wrist trembling. He had thought he was fully prepared, but facing the Dementor made him realize just how terrifying these creatures were.
With a strange howl, the Cloaked corpse darted toward Harry, its grotesque and terrifying face now inches away. A bone-chilling cold enveloped him.
At this critical moment, the Spell he had practiced countless times surfaced in his mind. Without hesitation, Harry raised his Wand.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A silver-white mist shot from the tip of his Wand, colliding with the approaching Dementor. The two opposing forces clashed in the confined space.
The silver mist acted like a shield, protecting Harry from the Dementor's influence.
However, since this was his first time using the Patronus Charm, the defense created by the mist was very weak, insufficient to drive away the Dementor.
On the contrary, the Dementor's power continuously seeped through the mist, affecting Harry's mind. The white mist grew thinner, and the withered, rotting hand managed to penetrate the shield, reaching out to him.
Harry struggled to recall happy, joyful memories, but his mind was a blur. He couldn't think of anything, as if there were no moments of joy in his life, only pain.
In a daze, Harry heard someone despairing and wailing in his ear. Scenes flashed through his mind, this time a man's voice.
"Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! Run! I'll hold him off—"
Vaguely, Harry saw a man stumbling out of a room, followed by an indistinct figure laughing maniacally, a green light flashing before his eyes.
Harry felt his brain about to explode, and the power of the Patronus Charm was nearly depleted. The Dementor was now right in front of him, its hand grabbing his neck, the hood on its head having fallen off at some point.
Harry's vision blurred, his mind heavy and dull. The fear of death loomed over him. Just as he was about to give up and break the Spell, the Dementor's movements suddenly stopped.
The terrifying, decaying creature suddenly turned its head to look at a corner. For a moment, Harry felt a wave of panic from the Dementor, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
In fact, Harry wasn't wrong. Just before it acted, the Dementor, through its special senses, detected Ivan standing in the corner, his Wand raised.
Noticing Ivan's blond hair, short stature, and the Gryffindor Robe he wore, the Dementor let out a terrified howl.
It abandoned the "delicious" meal right in front of it, quickly withdrawing its hand from Harry's throat, and then with a swoosh, it fled in the opposite direction from Ivan.
Harry collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. His blurred vision caught the black creature frantically darting around the classroom.
After circling the room, the Dementor realized that the abandoned classroom was sealed, with all the windows tightly shut and the only exit in Ivan's direction. In a panic, it decided to retreat back into the Sack that had originally restrained it.
The Dementor found a powerful force within the Sack that could isolate it from the outside, so it simply retreated into the Sack and stayed there.
"What just happened? I didn't even do anything", Ivan was utterly confused. He had been about to wave his Wand to cast the Patronus Charm to save Harry, but the Dementor had unexpectedly returned to the Sack on its own.
Ivan's expression was peculiar. It wasn't until he remembered the Legendary Title "Bane of Dementors" that he understood somewhat.
But am I really that terrifying?
Ivan pursed his lips, finding it hard to understand the Dementors' overreacting. He was a very kind person, not some evil Wizard.
As Ivan silently complained in his mind, Harry, who had been struggling to stay conscious, suddenly fell to the ground, completely still, eyes wide open. If it weren't for his wide-open eyes, Ivan would have thought he had fainted.
"Harry, Harry, are you okay?" Ivan quickly walked over, helping Harry up, and asked with concern.
"What just happened? I heard someone shouting my name—that person, Voldemort, the Dark Lord, he used the Killing Curse on me", Harry was still in a daze, babbling about what he had just seen.
"That was a memory, Harry!" Ivan interrupted, emphasizing.
"The Dementor's power made you recall the most painful memories buried in your mind."
At this point, Ivan also felt a bit regretful. Using a Dementor to assist in practice had indeed been a bit too extreme. Although Harry hadn't fainted like in the original timeline, he seemed to have been more deeply affected!
It took Harry a while to come to his senses and realize that Voldemort wasn't here, nor were his parents. Those were all things of the past.
"Sorry, I just... I just..." Harry tried to explain, but stuttered, unsure of what to say. Finally, he sighed, looked around, and asked, "Ivan, where is that Dementor?"
"There it is, in that Sack!" Ivan pointed to the Sack and replied.
(End of Chapter)
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