The Patronus Charm? Anyone with Hands Could Do It

Jerry ignored Malfoy's roaring and turned to leave the compartment with Hermione.

The two made their way through the compartments, checking whether any other students had been injured.

Fortunately, no students had lost their lives in the disaster.

However, a few unlucky souls, like Goyle, had been given a little suck by a Dementor. Jerry examined them carefully. Although their injuries were not serious, most of them had suffered a terrible fright.

Their faces were filled with fear, and some could not even hold back their tears. Panic hung over the compartments. Everyone tried their best to stay calm, but inside, they were full of unease.

Looking at the chaos in the compartments, Jerry could only helplessly ask Hermione for help, hoping she could soothe the frightened students.

Jerry was not good at this sort of thing. Comforting people was hardly his strong suit, and Hermione was clearly far better at it than he was.

Hermione spoke to the students gently and sensibly, comforting them in a soothing voice and guiding them out of their fear.

Watching the calm, composed Hermione, Jerry could not help marveling that she truly lived up to her future role as Minister for Magic.

With Hermione's help, the students gradually regained their composure. Their emotions settled, and the atmosphere in the compartments slowly grew calmer.

Jerry stood at the compartment door, frowning as he thought about what had happened that day.

Why had Dementors appeared in the Hogwarts train's compartments? Had Sirius Black escaped?

But on reflection, that still did not seem right. If someone really had escaped from Azkaban, there was no way the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet would have said nothing about it.

Most importantly, the Dementors had behaved very strangely that day.

Normally, the appearance of Dementors caused tremendous panic and chaos because they inflicted serious harm on people.

Yet oddly enough, Jerry had just examined all the students who had been attacked, and every one of them had only received a light suck. Some had even felt nothing more than mild discomfort.

This made Jerry suspect that there might be another purpose behind it.

"Jerry, we need to get back to our own compartment too!"

Hermione's words interrupted Jerry's thoughts. Looking at the compartment, which had now settled down, he slowly nodded, then turned to leave.

Just as Jerry and Hermione were about to leave and return to their own compartment, Malfoy suddenly came running over.

"Jerry, the Ministry's Aurors and Headmaster Dumbledore are here! They told me to find you. They have some questions for you!"

At Malfoy's words, Jerry and Hermione exchanged a glance, then nodded in agreement and followed him to his compartment.

When they reached Malfoy's compartment, they found quite a few people already standing inside. Aside from Dumbledore, whom Jerry knew, there was a middle-aged man with the same hair color as Malfoy. He was probably Lucius Malfoy.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Jerry and Hermione greeted Dumbledore, then stood beside him.

Dumbledore smiled as he introduced them to everyone. "These are Jerry Green and Hermione Granger. They are both first-year students at Hogwarts!"

At Dumbledore's words, everyone's attention turned to Jerry and Hermione.

A shrewd-looking Ministry official standing nearby, dressed in a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, asked, "Dumbledore, are you sure it was them?"

"My apologies, you two. I am Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. It isn't that I don't trust you, but you really are very young."

"Cornelius, while it may be hard to believe that a first-year student can cast the Patronus Charm, there are always exceptionally gifted people, aren't there?"

With that, Dumbledore turned to Jerry and continued, "Jerry, give your Wand to the Auror beside you so he can examine it."

At Dumbledore's words, Jerry handed his yew wood Wand to the black Auror beside him.

A moment later, the black Auror who had examined the Wand nodded at Cornelius Fudge, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

At the sight, everyone nearby drew in a sharp breath, apart from Dumbledore and Hermione, who had already known.

This boy was terrifyingly talented!

Cornelius Fudge stared at Jerry in shock. "Oh my God! Mr. Green, I am deeply sorry. My attitude just now was rather discourteous. Please accept my sincere apology and my deepest gratitude."

"With your fearless courage and tremendous ability, you successfully saved an entire train of students. Such heroism is enough to qualify you for the Third-Class Order of Merlin!"

At Cornelius Fudge's words, Jerry looked at Dumbledore in confusion, seeking his help.

Jerry did not know much about the Order of Merlin. All he remembered was that, apart from Dumbledore, that fraud Lockhart had received one in the original story.

Seeing Jerry's questioning look, Dumbledore smiled and gave a slight nod.

After seeing Dumbledore nod, Jerry said to Cornelius Fudge, "Thank you very much, Minister Fudge!"

"All right, Jerry, you and Hermione should go with Kingsley to the next compartment. The Aurors have a few questions for you."

Jerry nodded at Dumbledore's words and followed the black man named Kingsley to another compartment.

As soon as they left the compartment, Hermione said excitedly to Jerry, "Oh my goodness! Jerry, you're going to receive the Order of Merlin! That's amazing! You must be the youngest person ever to receive it!"

Jerry did not particularly care. It was only a third-class award, after all. Compared to that, he was more interested in Kingsley, who was walking ahead of him.

Jerry remembered that Kingsley was not only an Auror, but also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Most importantly, his surname was Shacklebolt.

"Sir, are you a member of the Shacklebolt family?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt looked a little surprised by Jerry's question. "How did you know? Did Headmaster Dumbledore tell you?"

Jerry shook his head. "I'm a Slytherin student, and I know Trevor Shackle. We aren't in the same year, but strangely enough, Trevor often comes to see me. I feel as though he's rather mysterious. Sir, do you know much about him?"

"Although we belong to the same family, we aren't very close. The Shacklebolt family isn't as extreme as other pure-blood families, but there is still a divide between half-bloods and pure-bloods. Most pure-bloods and half-bloods are merely acquainted, without any real friendship."

After hearing Kingsley Shacklebolt's answer, Jerry nodded and asked no more questions.

Jerry had already achieved his goal. Kingsley Shacklebolt was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore had designs on Jerry as well. Dumbledore would certainly ask about his conversation with Kingsley that day.

When the time came, would these two groups with designs on him end up fighting each other? He could hardly wait!