"D-Dementors??!!"
It was now time for the next day's meeting. This time, Su Er arrived at the Room of Requirement ahead of the young wizards, released the Dementors, then shaped silver threads into circles and placed one Dementor inside each before waiting with a beaming smile for the young wizards to arrive.
The young wizards' reactions did not surprise Su Er. They were thoroughly "delighted," achieving the effect he had originally intended.
Afraid of the positive, uplifting energy contained in the Patronus Charm, the two Dementors obediently stayed inside their circles. Yet because of their inherent nature, their aura of decay and despair still filled the entire spacious room.
Could you imagine happily heading off to school, only to suddenly encounter a knife-wielding thug who said he was going to kill you?
That bloody knife was pressed right against your heart.
Yes, those two Dementors were now no different from thugs with the young wizards' hearts in their grip.
The Room of Requirement was no longer as warm as usual. It was as cold as the Black Lake in December. The young wizards huddled together, trembling, shrinking into a corner against the wall and watching from afar. The Weasley brothers were among them.
Though the brothers were very brave, being brave did not mean being stupid, and they could feel fear too. A Dementor's nature could draw out despair from the depths of the soul.
Although they had indeed seen Dementors in their second year, having seen them did not mean they had ever been in close contact with one.
Only a handful of those present seemed relatively normal, such as Harry, who had experienced closer-than-close contact with a Dementor.
"Mr. Aibo, are these Dementors?" Enduring the scalp-tingling cold radiating from within his soul, Harry gripped his wand and stood