Dementors were dark creatures that instinctively sucked away happiness and could not be completely destroyed.
There were nearly a thousand students on the Hogwarts Express. Even if they did not need food, they would still instinctively draw near.
Compartment W, filled with laughter and cheerful voices, was an important target, but it had been the wrong choice.
Several incorporeal Dementors had already been torn apart by the Suanni Patronus, yet they still showed no intention of retreating.
They swarmed forward to surround it, only to be left with scorch-like marks on their severely rotting bodies.
A second time, a third time...
The rain seemed to be easing. The battered Dementors gathered together.
Their featureless black faces turned toward the two Patronuses, as though expressing their unwillingness to accept defeat.
Without exchanging glances or words, they suddenly drifted into the sky together and vanished into the pitch-black clouds.
The two Patronuses let out cries and flew toward the Hogwarts Express one after the other.
The steed returned to its compartment.
The Suanni passed through the carriage and entered the corridor, its light driving back the darkness like the beam of a flashlight.
There was no evidence that Dementors possessed thoughts, but the fact that they could reach an agreement with the Ministry of Magic meant they had some capacity for thought.
"I'm going out for a moment." Vincent raised his wand, which emitted a faint golden glow, and left the compartment.
Hermione pursed her lips and watched him and the Suanni Patronus disappear into the distance.
"He's angry."
Daphne recalled Byron's miserable appearance and said, "The Dementors might come back. He probably wants to stay by the driver's side."
Everyone looked at one another.
No matter how low the odds were, it was still possible.
Cedric watched his steed Patronus gradually