Abufus and the Holy Dragon, Time for a Truce

"Chapter 661: Abufus and the Holy Dragon, Time for a Truce"

"What does he know about the bigger picture?" Aaron said sarcastically. "He's just like his godfather, Sirius Black—a brainless brute."

"Isn't that a bit harsh?" Alice Longbottom defended Harry. "It's only natural for Harry to be worried about his friends and family!"

"But this is war, not some brawl.

"Morale is the most important thing in war, and Harry Potter happens to be the key to it.

"As long as he's here, the hope in everyone's hearts won't be extinguished. No matter how bad things get, we won't collapse.

"But if something happens to him—forget dying, even a minor injury would affect our side's morale. Quite a few people could die because of that detail."

At those words, Harry's body trembled continuously, but he wisely made no further suggestions about going to help.

He finally understood. When facing Voldemort, he would be the trump card, but before that, he was a mascot who couldn't afford to get so much as a scratch.

At that moment, the screams outside grew clearer and more desperate. A bone-chilling wind blew in through the cracks beneath the doors, coating the ground with a thin layer of frost.

"Dementors." Harry's pupils constricted sharply as he abruptly looked up at the ceiling, where the night sky above Hogwarts was clearly displayed.

Though clouds obscured much of it, under the starlight, they could still vaguely make out dense masses of black shadows circling overhead, occasionally letting out chilling low growls.

Dementors fed on happiness. To them, war was nothing less than a grand feast.

Normally, they would restrain their appetites, but now they had no such concerns. Forget happiness—even if they devoured souls, the Dark Lord would not blame them.

"Ugh!" Abufus let out a heavy