When I opened the bar door, it was already drizzling.

He waved his wand to cast a waterproofing spell, and the eight little ones quickly ran towards the castle.

It feels good not to have to walk through a secret passage, but the two dementors guarding the door are a bit annoying.

Vincent walked over without any psychological pressure, completely unlike how he had played with them until dawn a few days ago.

Entering the castle auditorium, Hermione looked at him with suspicion, "I always feel like they are a little afraid of you."

"It must be your illusion. Dementors have no physical form and cannot be completely killed. How could they be afraid of me?"

That's what they say, but they are afraid of the patron saint.

That feeling must be very painful, otherwise they wouldn't have trembled slightly when he walked over just now.

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Chapter completed!