Chapter 85: "The Power of the Patronus: A Lesson in Defeating Dementors"

The gorgeous and majestic edge of the iron door is where dementors live. They hope that the food inside the door can come out and provide happiness for them to eat, but they still can't do it. They try to exude a desperate atmosphere and try to hit the side ball. , But didn't know that he was treated as a sharpening stone today.

Even though they are still far apart, Pansy, who is staring at the dementor, still feels heart palpitations. The happy emotions are taken away a little bit, and the whole person seems to gradually fall into darkness, into the abyss of never seeing light, the most in my heart Those fearful memories or fantasies were gradually aroused, and they were about to sink into the darkness.

"Expecto Patronum!" Draco's wand suddenly spewed out silvery gas, and gradually formed into the sky. For a time, the transparent silver patron saint seemed to echo the bright moon hanging above the night sky.

Pansy's body trembled suddenly, the look of confusion and fear in his eyes gradually faded, and he became clearer, because the group of dementors took a few steps back in disgust.

"Giggle." The silver rooster's cries caught Pansy's attention, and she couldn't help laughing out loud. "Draco, your patron saint is so funny, the rooster that crowed at night."

"It's still the same poisonous tongue, this hasn't changed." Draco thought, but his face was expressionless, and he said solemnly: "I didn't bring you here to make you laugh at my patron saint. You should care more. The spell and the monsters opposite."

"What should I do now?" Pansy's expression was straightened, and her attitude was corrected. Her smile just now had a deliberate element. She wanted to adjust the gloomy atmosphere. Now is the time to study, she She was holding a sigh of breath in her heart, trying to tidy up these odious people, but she was terrified on the train.

"Holy guard!" Pansy whispered the spell, and a small amount of poor silver gas burst out from the tip of Pansy's wand, working hard to gather a recognizable shape, but returned without success, a little smoke tightened. It's just lingering around the tip of the stick, not enough to condense into a visible entity.

"If you want to think about your happy things, it can be a memory or a fantasy future. Only when the feelings are strong enough will the patron saint take shape." Draco taught Pansy the tricks of the patron saint spell, and the effect was immediate. , The visible smoke rose up like a flame, and it seemed like a plant was growing, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Pansy felt that the dementors outside seemed to laugh at her silently, even if they didn't have a mouth and couldn't really make a sound.

"I can't think of it." The long-term practice didn't make much progress, making Pansy inexplicably irritable, and she sighed somewhat dejectedly."Can I only drag him down?" Pansy couldn't help thinking.

"No wizard succeeds once when learning a new spell." Seeing Pansy's frustration, Draco comforted him: "Even if it's me, I don't know how many times I have failed where you can't see it."

Imagine happy things. Speaking of simple things, they are not so easy to do. People's emotions are extremely difficult to mobilize on their own. Otherwise, there will not be so many depressed people in Muggle society who need to take medicine to regulate them. , It's ridiculous that some people don't understand this truth. After others commit suicide, they will stand on the moral high ground and mock:

"Hey, this man is not strong at all."

"Depressed? It depends on what you are doing, suicide."

Things like this reveal their shallowness and ignorance.

The twins of the Weasley family, in the original story, also died because of Fred, and George who survived could no longer use the Patronus Charm, because all his pleasant memories were related to his brother.

Even Draco himself had practiced many times, coupled with some subtle self-hypnosis and psychological cues, before he had mastered the spell.

"Okay." Pansy smacked.

"Okay, it's already so late. Let's get here today. Be careful that Filch deducts our points and go back." After estimating the time, Draco felt it was almost time, and he suggested that he could go back and rest.

"Can only memories and fantasy help people realize this curse?" Pansy asked suddenly.

"Otherwise, what else?" Draco was a little strange about her question. The recollection is something that actually happened, and there is no way to doubt it. The effect of casting a spell is often better.The fantasy has never happened, and uncertainty makes people feel less happy.

No matter how beautiful the vision is, it will not necessarily come true, but the touch and happiness once brought to me cannot be faked.

"Okay, come here today." Pansy put away his wand, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stuck his tongue out at the hundreds of dementors behind and made a grimace. It was a bit different. Playful.

"Actually, they can't see it." Draco wanted to remind Pansy, but after a second thought, let's forget, she should have a way to vent.

"By the way, I can't imagine the beauty of the future, and the memories of the past are not enough to make me happy, so now?" Pansy and Draco asked suddenly, walking side by side.

"What do you mean?" Draco couldn't help asking, he didn't think the meaning of the question, but he soon knew.

A cold and slippery touch suddenly printed on his face, and Pansy's light peck, like a dragonfly, caught him by surprise.

"That's it." Pansy smiled, then turned his back to the dementor's body again, and raised his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

For a time, silver radiance surrounds, as if daylight!