Lupin
Avada Kedavra could not kill Dementors.
Only the Patronus Charm was a Dementor's nemesis.
That had long been an ingrained belief in the Magic World.
But today, that belief had been shattered.
Remus Lupin saw with his own eyes as a Dementor was struck by a Death Curse and toppled stiffly backward like a living person. A hand reached out from its robes, revealing a large patch of grayish-white, scabbed skin on its arm—it did not flee, turn to ashes, or vanish. Instead, like a true corpse, it slowly lay down on the floor, never again giving off so much as a trace of that terrifying aura.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Lupin even sensed a hint of warmth from the dead Dementor.
"Professor! Over here!"
The conductor's urgent cry came from beside him. "Not there... over here! Harry Potter was just affected by a Dementor and fainted!"
Remus Lupin had no choice but to shift his gaze away from the dead Dementor.
Compared to that, Harry's safety was obviously more important to him.
Tap, tap, tap.
Zheng Qing spun the comfortably weighted Wand in his hand as he strolled unhurriedly through the compartment toward the door.
Wherever he passed, newcomers and veterans alike lowered their heads and stepped aside in perfect unison, cautiously clearing a broad path for him. They feared that one extra glance might earn them an Avada Kedavra.
A Death Curse!
The most evil and powerful Black Magic in this world had been used by him so casually, smashed into a Dementor that was just as evil—Southeast Continent Team's three veterans felt as though they were going mad. Did other teams also have such "strange" newcomers?
They did not even dare badmouth him in front of him!
Whoosh.
With a slight