The Dementors Gone Mad

The sky seemed to have been torn open with a deep gash, and rain poured down, splashing countless droplets on the ground.

Amidst the rain, a figure stands atop a hill, gazing into the distance.

Dumbledore did not use magic to protect himself; his robes fluttered in the wind and rain, letting the rain wash over him, his full head of silver hair clinging to his scalp.

Rainwater streamed down his cheeks, sticking his beard together. His long beard lost its luster and looked dusty, like a tattered rag that could never be dried.

The Dementor swept past him, and the falling raindrops grew heavy, turning into scattered tiny ice particles that made a series of rustling sounds.

A Dementor noticed him, its hood tilting back slightly as if it were sucking something in.

This action didn't last long. Like a hyena that hadn't found any carrion, the Dementor didn't linger and pounced into the distance along with the other Dementor.

With two crisp "snap" sounds, two Auror appeared beside Dumbledore.

Seeing Dumbledore soaked to the bone by the rain, the two Auror opened their mouths but couldn't say anything, feeling as if they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.

After a while, one of the wizards finally spoke up, "Headmaster Dumbledore... we've repeatedly warned those Dementor... there won't be any problems..."

"Fudge has told me this many times." Dumbledore nodded, looking at the Auror had spoken. "I just came to check on things. It's nothing."

The Auror dared not meet his gaze, as if feeling guilty, and slowly turned his head away.

Another Auror coughed lightly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, shall we head over there..."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded gently.

The two Auror took two steps forward, glanced back at Dumbledore, and disappeared into the vortex with two sighs.

The Dementor hovered in the distance, like a black curtain that completely enveloped the sky, preventing any light from penetrating.

Dumbledore frowned, already holding his wand in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, the Hogwarts Express was traveling in the distance when the Dementor hovering in the air became restless. One group of Dementor plummeted down at high speed, eagerly crashing into the Hogwarts Express.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed even more, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the Dementor file into the Hogwarts Express as if in a queue.

Before long, the Hogwarts Express, which had been shrouded in darkness, burst forth with a bright Silver Light, almost enveloping the train.

The Dementor who had launched the search fled in panic, moving far away from the Hogwarts Express.

Seeing this, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared into the vortex.

Not long after, he returned from the vortex and turned his gaze to the sky.

The hovering Dementor became even more agitated, like sharks in the sea that had smelled blood, and they all lunged at the train below.

The already gloomy sky was now covered with patches of white spots, as if frost was falling.

Two beams of Silver Light shot into the sky as the Auror commanded their Corporeal Patronus to try and drive away the restless Dementor.

The Dementor, however, remained completely unmoved and continued their charge toward the Hogwarts Express, as if provoked by something.

"As expected... it was timely enough..." Dumbledore murmured, raising his wand in an arc, "Whoosh..."

Before he could chant the incantation, the Silver Light inside the carriage suddenly went out and then quickly came back on.

Three Corporeal Patronus flew out: a Golden Eagle, a Horned Owl, and an irregular ball of light, all facing the menacing Dementor head-on.

The Golden Eagle Patronus flew at the forefront and quickly dispersed a large group of Dementor;

One of the Dementor was unable to dodge in time and was impaled by the Golden Eagle. Its body instantly slumped down and fell to the ground like a tattered rag.

As the Dementor scattered and fled, the frost turned back into raindrops, and the Hogwarts Express resumed its journey, Dumbledore finally let out a long breath, his figure transforming into a vortex and disappearing into the rain.

As Wizet and Luna cast their Patronus Charm, the noise in the corridor suddenly subsided, as if frozen by a sudden chill.

"The Dementor must have come in..." Thanks to the Night Vision Spell, Wizet was able to sense the movement in the corridor.

Accompanied by strange friction sounds and "clucking" breathing sounds, the sliding door in front of me was slowly pulled open.

Clinging to the edge of the sliding door is a grayish-white hand, covered in spots and slime, as if it is undergoing decay.

The sliding door was slowly pushed open, and a Dementor wearing a cloak peered in. Only by getting so close could one realize how large the Dementor was.

It had to bend over to reach into the carriage. Its face was covered with scabbed, grayish-white skin. It had no nose, no eyeballs in its eye sockets, and a broken, gaping hole where its mouth should be.

The moment the Dementor peeked out, the Silver Light emanating from the Corporeal Patronus arrived right in front of it.

As if it had spotted a natural enemy, it emitted a series of "clucking" sounds and then quickly retreated.

"More effective than I imagined?" Wizet flicked her wand lightly, and the Golden Eagle Patronus hovered in mid-air, flapping its wings in the trajectory of the wand.

In an instant, the Silver Light that had filled one carriage spread to every corner of the Hogwarts Express.

The Dementor, who were inspecting the other carriages, realized they were surrounded by Silver Light.

Like the Dementor from the beginning, they made a series of "clucking" sounds as they fled the carriages and scurried along the aisle to the outside of the train.

"It's over?" Michael's tone was incredulous. He looked at the warm silver light around him and reached out to touch it. "The Patronus Charm is that powerful?"

"To unleash it... isn't an easy thing." Anthony shook his head. "Usually, you need talent..."

"Hiss...but look at the window..." Chris said, "Why is it starting to freeze?"

"Frozen?" Anthony and the others looked at the window, which had turned into a white expanse, clearly frozen solid.

Wizet snapped his fingers, and a fiery red light appeared outside the window.

The ice clinging to the window melted quickly, and he waved upwards, opening the window immediately.

Outside the window, Dementor hovered in the air, making a series of "clucking" sounds. The dense cacophony of sounds made one's scalp tingle.

"So many... Dementor!" Anthony stammered. "The Ministry of Magic has really gone mad! The Dementor have gone mad too!"

"Everyone move away from the entrance! Everyone move to the back of the train!" Remus Lupin's voice rang out in a low voice.

"Everyone back off! Everyone move to the back of the train!" Remus Lupin said in a low voice. "I am the new... Hogwarts professor!"

"Close all the windows! Dementor have physical form! To get into the carriage, you have to go in through the door! Leave your carriages! Move towards the light!"