Harry: Tom, Shut Up and Kiss Me!

After Professor Lupin left, William, along with Percy and a Prefect, began repairing the roof of the train.

A large pile of debris flew back to its original position, Winky and sparkling, and the damaged, torn, and gaping parts of several carriages Reparo.

Not everything was restored; some of the debris from the carriages had long since disappeared, and the Mending Charm were useless.

William had no choice but to use Transfiguration to build a temporary shelter, just enough to keep out the wind and rain.

Of course, William incorporated his lifelong aesthetic expertise into it, subtly revealing a craftsman's spirit... This is true simplicity without being simplistic.

Half an hour later, Professor Lupin returned, wrapped in a worn-out robe. Judging from his expression, the negotiations had failed!

"I've reached an agreement with the Dementor leader; they'll only send one Dementor onto the train to search, and we'll disarm their protective magic."

Since Professor Lupin said so, what could William say? Let him inspect; he wasn't hiding Black from him.

My Safety Watch is full of Basilisk, black dogs, three Matagot, and other miscellaneous small animals... where's Black?!

Okay, William is also illegally imprisoning a Dementor. But the Dementor probably won't find out, right?

William is both highly skilled and incredibly daring!

He pointed his wand at the carriage and cast another complex spell. The shimmering words gradually dimmed and disappeared completely into the train.

Professor Lupin loudly instructed all students to stay in their own carriages and not to come out.

The train doors opened, and a Dementor slid in.

It was cloaked, towering to the ceiling, its face completely hidden beneath a headscarf. Like the Death, it inspected each carriage one by one.

Soon, they arrived at William's carriage.

It slid inside, intending to thoroughly examine the place and perhaps inhale some of the pleasant atmosphere, but then it seemed to detect something, abruptly lowered its head, and stared at the boy in the corner.

It was him.

It was him.

That's him!

That wizard was absolutely the despicable fellow who humiliated and ravaged it on Biarritz Beach!

Such a familiar scent, it wouldn't mistake it, and it would be unforgettable, as if it were engraved in its mind.

After that day, it kept searching and tracking, and unexpectedly found it in the United Kingdom.

Your soul... belongs to me!

The Dementor pounced, ready to give William a passionate kiss.

William was completely bewildered. Had his imprisonment of the Dementor been discovered?

He genuinely didn't recognize this Dementor, the one he had beaten up before. After all, William was face-blind.

William hadn't made a move yet, but Harry, sitting on the other side, felt a chill run through his body.

He found his breath caught in his chest. The chill penetrated his skin, reaching his chest and then his heart...

Cedric tensed as Harry hugged him from behind, murmuring, "So cold."

Cedric was unsure whether he should put his arm around Harry and give him a warm hug.

Because autumn seems to be quite cold too.

Which one to choose?

Is there any need to hesitate?

Just as Cedric was trying to break free from Harry, Harry's eyes rolled upwards, and he could no longer bear it, collapsing to the ground with a thud and convulsing.

The Dementor stopped. In that instant, it had only one thought: This is a staged accident, absolutely a staged accident!

It looked up again and found two black rods had appeared in front of it... William and Hermione simultaneously raised their wands, aimed them at the Dementor's head, and shouted:

"Expecto Patronum!"

Two silver birds flew side by side, their shimmering white bodies resembling the bright moonlight, instantly knocking the Dementor away.

The train, which had been perfectly repaired, cracked open again, and the sound pierced the eardrums.

Two Patronus burst out of the train, intertwined, and flew around the train, driving away the Dementor that surrounded them.

Ancient Runes illuminated a defensive spell, followed by William's voice:

"How dare they attack the Boy Who Lived and even try to give him a Dementor's Kiss! I will tell Dumbledore and Minister Fudge about this!"

Now,

Get out of here!

Otherwise, I'll kill you all!

The train slowly started moving, leaving behind a group of bewildered Dementor. The Dementor leader turned his head and looked at his subordinate who had boarded the train to search it.

What the heck? This car wasn't for hunting!

Sneaking food again?!

Hogwarts Express.

"... Mr. Cregan, I solemnly tell you, this matter is not over!"

I almost died, killed by that Thunderbird! Sixty of my classmates were injured, seven or eight seriously, and Harry Potter is unconscious and about to be sent to the ICU! The train was also destroyed.

That Thunderbird also attracted Dementor, who attacked us...

I'm not trying to extort or stage an accident, but I definitely need to pay for the medical expenses. Please transfer 3,000 Galleon to my vault in Gringotts, France. Thank you.

Also, if they can't give a reasonable answer as to why the Thunderbird appeared in the United Kingdom, I'm planning to have a heart-to-heart talk with Rita about the story of the Thunderbird and the Werewolf...

After extorting the money, William carefully sealed the letter. Unlike ordinary letters, it was bright red.

--This is a Howler!

"How is it?" William asked.

"Your tone was spot-on; I think your performance was very powerful," Hermione said softly. "But Mr. Cregan certainly won't be paying."

"Perhaps, but Hermione, you need to understand that we still need to put pressure on him. We need to let him know that we're angry," William explained.

"This is a matter of attitude and stance; otherwise, this kind of thing will happen again!"

William took the owl from Anne and tossed the letter to the owl Drogon, instructing it to be delivered to the French Ministry of Magic.

Of course, even if he wrote to Cregan now, it would be useless. The Thunderbird had already come to the United Kingdom.

William was just being strange.

What deep-seated hatred could there be? It's just a Goblin Gems, worthless. Why would anyone fly all the way from France to the United Kingdom to find him?

It was made to sound like a blood feud or the pain of losing a child... Although William had this thought, he didn't actually steal the bird's eggs.

Absolutely incomprehensible!

After Drogon left, everyone looked at the two of them with shock and admiration.

Sending Howler to the head of the France Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement... that's a bit of a provocation.

Forget about the director, why don't you send a Howler to the Head of the Auror Office in the United Kingdom and see what happens?

I've sent it here. Believe me, Auror could be checking your water meter in a heartbeat!

In fact, this isn't the only thing worth complaining about.

For example: why does Anne have the Sorting Hat? What was the deal with the attacking Thunderbird? The defensive magic on the train? And the magic William and Hermione used to drive away the Dementor...

A whole host of questions!

William gave the group a brief explanation of the Thunderbird and the Werewolf from beginning to end.

He didn't mention the Goblin Gems. That's a sensitive topic; William needs to consult the headmaster first. It's not appropriate to take it out openly now.

Everyone was stunned after hearing this. Were William and Hermione really on vacation in France?

Why does it always feel like they're cracking down on organized crime?

Just then, Harry, who had been unconscious, finally woke up.

William handed him a cup of Potions, saying, "Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

Harry took the cup, but instead of drinking, he quickly asked:

"What just happened? Where did that—that monster— the Dementor go? William, you were just fighting Voldemort..."

Ginny screamed, her face turning pale.

Harry quickly corrected himself, "I think I saw William fighting with the You-Know-Who! What's he doing here?!"

"The Dementor were driven away by William and Hermione," Fred said.

"Harry, William didn't fight the You-Know-Who." George shook his head. "Are you hallucinating?"

"But I did see William and Riddle fighting, and they were talking..." Harry covered his painful scar.

Previously, only the scar on the right side hurt, but since the Chamber of Secrets incident, the new scar on the left side has started to hurt.

William's voice was broken, as if it were making Riddle... Harry hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Kiss me!"

William: "..."

Everyone looked at William with a puzzled expression.

William immediately denied it three times. "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

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