The Pitiful Dementor

Eli led Harry and the others to the Room of Requirement.

"Eli, what exactly are we here for?"

Only after the door closed did Eli answer Hermione, "I'm bringing you all here to practice the Patronus Charm!"

They looked at one another. "But why make it so mysterious?"

With a meaningful look on his face, Eli pulled a box from the Undetectable Extension Bag and slammed it onto the floor.

"What's inside?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The box continued to tremble. There was clearly a living creature inside, and even through the box they could feel an unmistakable chill, making them all take several steps back.

The moment Eli unlocked it, the lid was violently shoved open.

A bone-deep cold rapidly spread out, and an aura of despair began filling the entire room.

"A... a Dementor!"

Dela cried out, nearly falling flat on his backside.

Harry and the others were utterly stunned.

That chill, that despairing aura—this was a genuine Dementor!

After being badly beaten and then locked inside a tiny box for quite some time, the Dementor was furious.

The moment it saw the young Wizards around it, it opened its hollow mouth and began to feed.

Harry and the others had yet to master the Patronus Charm. They had no means of resisting at all.

If they let this enraged Dementor keep feeding, they would undoubtedly die here.

But Eli was here. With him around, what trouble could a Dementor possibly cause?

"Expecto Patronum!"

A vast surge of pure white magic erupted from his pale Wand, instantly forming a curtain of light that tightly enveloped the Dementor.

Harry and the others immediately felt as though they had returned to the world of the living and let out long sighs of relief.

The powerful protective magic made the