The Pitiful Hit Wizards

In the drizzling rain, a group of Hit Wizards cast spells to block the downpour.

They stood not far from the train, their feet sinking into the mud.

Watching the Dementors hovering around the train, these Hit Wizards revealed expressions of dread.

Dementors are not mindless beasts; on the contrary, they have organization and the ability to communicate. Otherwise, the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic would never have made pacts with them in the past, nor would Voldemort have been able to command them as subordinates to attack Harry Potter.

Dementors possess intelligence.

This is beyond doubt.

The wind blew back their hoods, revealing several familiar faces.

Walker!

This Hit Wizard, who had been beaten black and blue by Dewey and Sirius at the London docks, suffering several broken ribs, now appeared in the suburbs outside Hogwarts.

With him were five other unlucky souls whose wands had been snapped.

They all held new wands, having been dumped here to suffer after their wounds were healed.

"You are familiar with those monsters, so I am confident in having you coordinate with the Hogwarts professors."

Walker and the others could still recall Fudge's greasy face as he spoke those words in a sickening tone, before dumping them outside Hogwarts to fend for themselves.

With the attitude of using people until they are spent, Fudge had used public funds to have them treated at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, only to toss them here. Before leaving, Fudge had sworn, "Dewey won't come here openly; Dumbledore is here. You lot just recover well; this is a good place."

Thinking of the Minister's greasy face, Walker's teeth ached with rage, but unfortunately, he was powerless to resist such orders.

He was not Lucius Malfoy, nor was he Umbridge. The Ministry of Magic was full of people like the former two—those who did no work but held great power; they were the ones who enjoyed the benefits.

Small pawns like Walker and his men were always expendable.

Walker held a new wand in his hand, bought with his own money—an Ollivander product. It was expensive, but worth it.

The other brothers were the same.

These wands were all paid for out of their own pockets; the Ministry of Magic did not reimburse them.

Wands are not cheap.

Sighing, Walker watched his breath turn into white mist. Before their eyes, a large number of Dementors, like carrion-eaters sniffing out the carcass of a dead snake, happily slipped into the train to search "house by house" for the Azkaban escapees.

"Nothing should go wrong, right?"

Beside Walker, a Hit Wizard couldn't help but say with worry.

"It shouldn't. These are things for the big shots at the Ministry of Magic to worry about; we are just the guards."

Walker said with a lack of enthusiasm. They heard screams and cries coming from the train, but stood by indifferently; this was a normal phenomenon, and it was reasonable for these children to be nervous.

"It will be over soon. Dealing with Dementors is always unpleasant."

Walker said to his companion, having no intention of going over to look.

The other Hit Wizards didn't move either. They silently watched everything unfolding before them, until a long time passed and they still didn't see the Dementors emerge.

"Hmm, haven't these Dementors been inside for too long?"

Seeing that the Dementors hadn't come out after a long while, Walker finally reacted. He raised his wand, wanting to cast "Expecto Patronum," but unfortunately, he tried several times and failed to summon a Patronus.

After all, psychological trauma is not so easily healed.

"Something's wrong!"

Seeing this, Walker's expression changed. He turned to look at his colleagues, who drew their wands and began to test as well!

A faint glimmer bloomed from the tips of their wands, but no Patronus appeared.

It seemed none of them were very happy!

"Bad, we can't let the Dementors discover we can't summon a Patronus!"

Walker's heart tightened instantly. No matter what, one must never let Dementors discover a wizard's weakness! The premise of fulfilling any promise with Dementors is always sufficient strength, not a contract!

Dementors have no morality!

"Expecto Patronum!"

Just as the Hit Wizards felt their hearts rise into their throats, struggling to breathe, a roar erupted from the "dead snake" before them. Amidst the miserable wind and rain, silver radiance gradually emerged from a certain carriage, enveloping the entire train!

A silver wolf ran from the middle of the train to the rear, then to the front. The Dementors were pushed back by the blinding silver light, shoved away by a single swipe of this Patronus, and thoroughly driven out of the carriages!

"I said, get out of here! These students are not hiding Dewey or Sirius under their cloaks!"

Someone roared on the train. Seeing this silver wolf-shaped Patronus and watching the Dementors scatter in flight, the Hit Wizards frowned, becoming even more nervous!

"There are other wizards on the train? Adult wizards from Hogwarts?"

They were also terrified. Everyone knew that every spell has varying degrees of strength; an Unforgivable Curse from a young student and one from an elite Auror were completely different in power.

The silver light before them, this Patronus full of vitality and aggression, was something they could never cast themselves!

The person inside the carriage had a much deeper mastery of the Patronus Charm than they did.

"Could it be a Hogwarts teacher? Did Hogwarts have a professor on the train to protect the students in advance?"

Thinking of this possibility, the Hit Wizards couldn't help but feel tense. Regardless, Hogwarts professors were troublesome existences, and besides, it was clear they were in the wrong, and they were not favored by the Minister of Magic.

They were going to take the fall for this, no doubt about it!

It was useless to leave now.

Under the shimmering silver light, their figures were exposed. Amidst a creaking sound, Hermione wiped the glass clean with her sleeve and saw the people standing outside.

The trio was terrified.

They had never seen a professor this angry before.

From Hermione's perspective, as everyone sat down, these monsters draped in rotting cloaks, resembling jellyfish floating in water, drifted over.

Everyone felt a bone-chilling cold.

These must be the uninvited guests Lupin had mentioned.

"He is not here. There is neither Dewey nor Sirius here."

"Professor Lupin" spoke calmly to these uninvited guests, but the Dementors ignored him, taking a deep, rattling breath.

Immediately after, Harry began to convulse and fainted, sliding off his seat, struggling to breathe.

"He is not here!"

"Professor Lupin" spoke again, yet the uninvited guests still ignored him.

"Professor Lupin" was truly furious.

"I said, leave this place! These students are not hiding Dewey or Sirius under their cloaks!"

Dewey let out a roar and used Expecto Patronum for the first time!

The level 3 Expecto Patronum, used for the first time, displayed its terrifying power; a massive amount of light erupted from his wand, dispelling the cold and darkness!

When he cast the spell, there was no love in his heart, only a raging, burning fury!

Fortunately, the card did not require him to have the corresponding mood.

Lupin's Patronus was a wolf, and so was Dewey's—a Patronus could change; because Tonks loved Lupin, her Patronus had also turned into a wolf. Dewey's Patronus could change shape at will; if he wanted, he could turn it into a stag.

The wolf dashed from the front to the back, driving all the Dementors away.

Dewey calculated the time; it was almost time for his medicine.

"I'm going out for a moment. Eat some Chocolate Frogs; you'll feel better."

Dewey said, stepping out of the compartment. The young wizards were all distraught, looking at Dewey, wanting to step forward and ask questions, but Dewey signaled them to return to their seats.

"Stay in your seats," Dewey called out as he walked. "It's fine now, it's fine."

Dewey claimed he was going to the front of the train, but in reality, he just spoke to the conductor, took a sip of his potion, and then Apparated, flying directly in front of the Hit Wizards.

Seeing the weary man in plain clothes before them, the Hit Wizards still felt tense; they did not underestimate him because of his attire.

One could tell from that Patronus Charm alone that this adult wizard's strength was extraordinary.

"Sir."

Walker said cautiously. Dewey, his face full of rage, wiped his face to shake off the rain and stared at the familiar faces before him. "Are you trying to murder students? Is this the Ministry of Magic's intention? To have Dementors kill students on the road?

I will report this to Dumbledore. And stop being so derelict in your duties! If anyone actually dies because of the Dementors..."

He didn't state the consequences, knowing full well that these men understood.

Dewey glanced at them once more and Apparated away.

Poor Walker and his men watched Dewey leave, feeling a wave of desolation. They wanted to curse someone, but they didn't even know who to blame; they felt a lump in their throats.

They wanted to cry, yet they couldn't find a reason!

Dewey turned back and returned to the train, which started moving again.

This time, there were no further disturbances.

Hogwarts, arrived!