The Dementor wanted to give Neville and Ron to the Black-Robed Skeleton as new toys.
It had to be said.
It had probably truly gained intelligence.
It understood the earth-shattering truth that Young Wizards could die as long as it did not. That was wisdom most Dementors lacked, and the Black-Robed Skeleton was also very interested in the two Young Wizards.
"Fine."
The Black-Robed Skeleton took the two Young Wizards.
Who knew how it would "play with" the unlucky pair. All that could be said was that no matter what Neville and Ron were about to face, they probably would never want to go night wandering again for the rest of their lives.
Especially Ron.
Fortunately, no one had witnessed what happened to them here, especially no Slytherin students. Otherwise, the incident of him wetting his pants would definitely spread throughout Hogwarts.
Slytherin students would be more than happy to spread embarrassing stories about Gryffindor. Especially if a Gryffindor student had wet his pants. That alone would give Slytherin material to mock their "courage" for a full seven years. Perhaps even longer. It might become a legend, used by every future Slytherin student to attack Gryffindor House.
From a certain perspective.
Ron, who had wet his pants, was bound to become Gryffindor's shame.
Of course.
Ron might not care.
After all, he had already made plenty of jokes of himself since the school year began. Sometimes, after being a joke for long enough, a person might become completely numb to it, get used to it, or even start enjoying it. Still, no matter what, tonight's experience would definitely leave an irreparable shadow in Neville and Ron's hearts.
Perhaps.
For them, especially Ron with his reckless nature, it might have a fairly positive corrective effect—no one could say whether such an