Avadasauer can't kill the dementor.

Only the patron saint spell is the nemesis of the dementor.

This is the long-standing seal of thought in the magical world.

But today, the steel stamp was broken.

Remus Lupin saw a dementor hit by a death curse, and fell straight backwards like a living person. The hand in its robe reached into the air, and a large piece of grayish-white, scabbed skin appeared on its arms - it did not escape, did not turn into ashes, nor disappeared. Instead, it lay slowly on the floor like a real dead person, and could no longer emit a terrifying aura.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lupin even felt a hint of warmth from the dead dementor.

"—Professor! Here!"

The train conductor was heard in his ears and shouted for help: "Not over there... Here, Harry Potter just passed out by the dementor!"

Remus Lupin had to move his eyes away from the dead dementor.

In contrast, Harry's safety is obviously more important to him.

...

...

Da, da, da.

Zheng Qing walked around the magic wand with great strength and walked slowly through the box and towards the door.

Wherever he passed, both newcomers and seniors bowed their heads and turned sideways, carefully making way for him to leave a spacious aisle, for fear that he would get a knock on Avada to chew on a big melon after a glance.

Death curse!

The most evil and powerful black magic in this world was used so vividly and hit the same evil dementor in this world - the three seniors of the Southeast Continent team felt like they were going crazy. Are there such "strange" newcomers in the other teams?

They didn't even dare to complain in front of him!

Hula.

As the tip of the staff swayed slightly, the door of the box opened automatically, revealing the dementor corpse that fell softly to the ground - this is a very strange word. Zheng Qing suspected that there would be no other thing in the entire magic world. If he made it into a specimen and gave it to Hogwarts, he might have won the title of honorary alumni.

Zheng Qing's magic wand shook slightly.

An invisible big hands seemed to appear in the air, helping him to lift the dead dementor's hood and headscarf, revealing the stagnant underneath, which was as dark as frozen.

So dirty.

Feeling the indiscriminate negative emotions condensed in the darkness, the young wizard muttered silently, covering its turban with disgust.

Look at this dementor again, it no longer has the cold and heartbreaking feeling of being alive. Many terrible things have this change after they die, and they probably have to follow the rule of "negative negative and positive".

Just like when people talk about "ghosts", they think that they are evil and terrible, but they are not only not scary, but they are a bit ridiculous.

“—Does anyone want this little thing?”

The young wizard looked back behind him. He clearly saw the captain Chacha swallowing a big mouthful, but never dared to speak. The others shook their heads in unison.

That's the case.

He shrugged and retracted his gaze:

“—Clean up!”

A light red curse flashed, and the large mass of stain on the ground disappeared without a trace in an instant.

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...

After dealing with Harry's trouble.

Lupin immediately returned to the carriage where the dementor just died.

No body was found.

The floor was clean as if it was sprinkled with a large bag of air freshener, emitting a pleasant orange scent.

He opened the door of the private room next to him, and eight or nine pairs of eyes looked over in it, which made the professor's expression slightly sluggish. Few people could see so many people squeezed in in the private room.

"——Perhaps because they are tribal wizards from Southeast Asia, they are relatively neglected."

A hand stretched out from the side, followed by a smiling young face. After noticing the professor's surprised gaze, he added: "Zheng Qing, the special assistant to the Director of the International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic... is responsible for international cooperation affairs. This time, he brought these foreign wizards to visit Hogwarts."

Lupin hesitated and reached out his hand, grabbed the young wizard's hand, and shook it.

"You, we, I mean, did I just talk?" He suddenly became a little confused.

"Of course, didn't you ask, 'Why are so many people crowding in this room'?" Zheng Qing confirmed in a very affirmative tone, and turned to look at the others in the room: "Did he ask that?"

"yes!"

"That's right!"

"I heard it too!"

The other wizards in the box confirmed with a firm tone, clear eyes, and nodding like pounding garlic.

"Well, okay."

This was not the main reason why Lupin came here, so he quickly gave up pursuing this details and looked around: "——Sorry, have you seen a dementor die outside just now? Someone used a death spell."

The air in the private room suddenly became quiet.

People's sight began to evade.

"Sorry, we were just listening to Master Chachai talk about witchcraft, and we didn't notice the riot outside."

The assistant of the International Affairs Department showed a hint of apology on his face, and pointed to the dark-skinned wizard sitting by the window: "Do you know witchcraft? It's a magic that directs many small insects... I think it's a bit similar to summoning or controlling magic. But some people say it's closer to the direction of the necromancer, the black magic of the epidemic. Oh, these words are all figured out by myself, not regular words..."

The assistant is shy and talkative.

Lupin turned his eyes to the South Asian wizard, and his body emitted a faint smell of blood. He had only seen this smell in those dark wizards - the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more depraved, and Mr. Werewolf complained in his heart.

"Well, for safety reasons, will I check your wands?"

Lupin thought about the words. He knew that his request was a bit reckless and rude, but he couldn't help asking. When he thought that the dementor could die, does that mean that the werewolf could also recover from normal people?

They also belong to the ideological stamps of the magic world. One can be broken, and the other must be!

"They belong to the native wizards and have no wands."

After answering for the others, Zheng Qing patted the wand hanging around his waist: "As for my wand, if you just take it and take a look, of course it's okay."

"Mind that I use the flashback spell?"

"Sorry, my wand is protected by the Ministry of Magic's Special Security Ordinance... No one has the right to inspect it without approval from relevant personnel or institutions."

"Related Personnel?"
Chapter completed!