harleyscars Chapter 213 We need the courage to face despair (10K)
Chapter 213 We need the courage to face despair (10K)
Chapter 213 We need the courage to face despair (10K)
Hagrid's course on the protection of magical creatures received unexpected praise. Not only the little wizards in the third grade, but also students in other grades gave thumbs up.
The only ones who sigh are the students in grades [-] and [-]. There are not many people enrolled in the advanced class of protecting magical creatures this year. After all, there are very few wizards who want to become dragon tamers like Charlie, and the conditions are very harsh and the grades are good. Students with better grades have more safe choices, while those with poor grades can't even reach the threshold.
However, compared to the unlucky children in the seventh grade, the sixth grade wizards can still apply for the improvement class of the protection of magical creatures next year, which may not allow them to get a certificate, but it will allow them to gain some in the stressful seventh grade. An exhilarating outdoor relaxation session.
And on Thursday, today is also a day for the little wizards to rejoice. After saying goodbye to the magical creature class, they will be able to attend the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester the next day.
The anticipation and excitement got the Gryffindor lion cubs a huge penalty in their Potions class on Thursday breakfast.
Snape's face was always ashen, especially when he heard the young wizards discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon, Snape, whose face was so gloomy that he was dripping water, arranged for them an extremely difficult class - modulation contraction body potion.
The difficulty of this potion that can turn a wizard into a dwarf in a short period of time can be regarded as one of the top three most difficult potions in the third-grade textbook. The difficult potion that should have been placed at the end of the semester made the little wizards scream. .
In the whole class, including Slytherin, there were only three or five people who could complete it in class, but Slytherin didn't have to worry about being deducted points, and was threatened by Snape to take a sip of the strange potion he brewed himself. The lion cub was in a trance when he left the Potions classroom.
"What's the matter Harry? Snape scolded you too?"
At the lunch table, Ron, Hermione and Neville saw a dejected Harry staggering back.
"It's not."
Harry sat next to Neville, he picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it down, "Sirius and Snape almost had a fight in the corridor just now, why can't they have a good talk? Or don't say anything."
"Maybe you can try the love potion. Didn't Neville cultivate a batch of well-growing musk anthers? I think this is better than any other method."
"Ouch~"
Ron, who was stepped on by Hermione under the table, let out a cry of pain.
"But I think it's worth a try, it's a good time to meet each other."
He finished this sentence quickly, and then quickly turned his head to Hermione, pretending to be stupid, trying to get away with it.
However, this outrageous incident must not be let go lightly, and even Harry and Neville were warned by Hermione, but this also gradually dissipated the unhappy mood here.
When it was nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was already crowded with people, and the little wizards took out their textbooks, quills, and parchment and chattered in their seats.
At this moment, the students in the classroom were pushed away again. Sirius, who did not come in with the fragrant wind, was still wearing gorgeous and exquisite clothes. The handsome middle-aged uncle won a round of cheers from the heart-eyed little witch. It was the first time to meet Sirius at such a close distance.
"Before I formally teach you, I also learned a little about the education you received in the previous two years, or it was a joke in these two years."
Sirius directly cut to the point, which made the little wizards quiet down instantly, and listened carefully with their ears pricked up.
"Professor Dumbledore has hired unsuitable professors to teach you in the past two years, so if future professors do the same, then Hogwarts will waste at least half of your precious study time."
"It's murder in disguise, so this year's class will be intense because I want to give you the education you missed before this year."
After finishing these words quickly, Sirius tapped on the blackboard, and the words Defense Against the Dark Arts appeared on it.
"Who can tell me, what is the significance of this course?"
Sirius looked around, so he saw arms raised high among a group of ignorant little wizards.
"Hermione, you answer."
"The purpose of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to teach students to use the correct method to ensure their own safety in the face of black magic, dangerous creatures, and dangerous environments. It is a course that teaches us how to correctly fight against enemies and threats"
"Then which of these is the most important?"
Sirius motioned Hermione to sit down, then looked around at the other students.
"Fight against evil?" Harry said the voice of the Gryffindor students.
"This is one of them, but it's not the most important Harry. Are there other answers?"
There were some whispered discussions among the little wizards. At this moment, Neville, who would not take the initiative to raise his hand even in herbal medicine class, raised his hand cautiously. He stood up under the gaze of many students.
"Learn to protect yourself."
"That's right, that's it. Before fighting against evil or danger, you need to protect yourself. Five points for each of you."
Sirius nodded in satisfaction, "Sacrifice to protect more people is great, but blind sacrifice is the most serious harm to those who care about you and love you. I hope you can distinguish this clearly."
"I hope that you can learn to protect yourself first."
"Just like now."
Sirius waved his wand and opened the curtains of the classroom's floor-to-ceiling windows, through which the side of the Hogwarts entrance gate could be seen.
The sky at this time is leaden gray, the rare sunny day in England, more often dull rain.
In the shadow of the castle, there are several light ghost-like things floating slightly.
"I don't admit that dementors were sent by the Ministry of Magic to protect the school." Sirius bit the word protection hard.
"Based on my ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban, I can assure each of you that Dementors have never known what protection is. driven monster."
"All the prisoners thrown into Azkaban are their captive food. After they are completely drained of happiness and all positive emotions, they will mercilessly abandon you, and then use their mouths to suck out your souls. Erase all traces of you in the world."
"They're terrifying jailers, but definitely not a monster for a role like a protector."
Everyone knows about Sirius being imprisoned, but no one will look down on him because of it. Instead, they will give him more respect because of his experience. Sirius became a celebrated hero.
"That's a professor."
Seamus raised his hands high, then stood up amid Sirius' nod.
"How did Bellatrix and Peter Pettigrew escape from Azkaban? Bellatrix has been imprisoned for more than ten years, she should have gone crazy long ago, right?"
"Why can she still"
"This involves some things that are not easy to disclose to you, but I can confirm that Bellatrix was crazy before entering Azkaban, but in Azkaban, she did not Going crazy again, she just stayed put."
"As I said, dementors will suck away all your happiness and positive emotions, but if a person has no good in his heart, then dementors will even treat him as a similar kind."
"They have no eyes, they rely on a special perception to observe the outside world. For normal people, dementors are terrible prisoners who cannot escape, but for some people, dementors are not Doesn't affect them particularly much, the dementors debilitate them, but not lethal, because they're on the same side themselves."
"I don't even know if I should thank the Ministry of Magic for abolishing the death penalty, so that the maximum penalty is life imprisonment. After all, if there was a death penalty, I wouldn't be standing here, but there is no death penalty, and some bastards can survive until now."
"Okay, that's the end of the Azkaban issue. To tell you the truth, although I have come out, I can still vividly remember the shadow of the past ten years."
"Back to the topic, what I want to tell you now is that dangerous things have surrounded us, and you."
Sirius pointed in a circle, "There is no strength to resist them, not even to escape."
"Voldemort is destined to come back, and we will once again kill this troublesome Dark Lord, but it will take time, and what I will teach you this year is to enable you to be in the middle of Voldemort reappearing and being killed , able to protect their own knowledge.”
"Now put down your textbooks, put down your quills and parchment, and then draw out your wands. Most of the courses this year will be practical. As for the textbooks, you will need them when you do your homework."
Sirius whispered a few words in Ron's ear, and then led the little wizards to the practical classroom not far away.
"I'll be there in a while, you go first."
There was a strange smile on Ron's face, Sirius was as bold as ever.
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Thanks to the existence of the DA assembly, there are many things that only need to be borrowed, but Sirius, who is rich and powerful, does not intend to borrow all the time. After confirming what the little wizards need, he intends to spend all the course funds. Not enough Just paste it yourself.
The actual combat classroom is only two corners away from the original Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. On the way, Peeves, who is a headache for everyone, bursts out halfway. The props of Li rushed over with the attitude of 'Jade Broken Charge'.
If it was normal, Ron would have to hold him in mid-air as soon as there were many obstacles, and then a big stick hit him on the head, sending him flying several hundred meters in one shot, before disappearing into the corridor.
"Where's Weasley's brat head!"
"Tell me, Padfoot!"
Peeves, who didn't see the particularly conspicuous figure, yelled at Sirius angrily. It seems that the two of them have a good relationship?
"Ron went to help me with something, what do you want him for?"
"Bastard brat! Damn brat! Master Peeves must show you what real horror is today!"
Peeves, who was yelling loudly, had his nostrils enlarged twice. He tried his best to breathe through his nose, showing an angry look.
"He must have been scared away by me, right!"
"Come on, Padfoot, tell me where's Ron the Brat?"
Peeves floated in front of Sirius, and he showed a rare expression that could communicate with people.
"I advise you not to go." Sirius, who heard the news that Ron beat Peeves violently in Harry, persuaded him. He actually had a good relationship with Peeves when he was studying, or It's pretty congenial.
"Are you suspecting that Uncle Peeves can't handle Weasley's brat? Tell me! Padfoot!"
Seeing Peeves persist like this, Sirius could only point out the direction for him.
After seeing this ghost thing that gave everyone a headache and left with big bags, the little wizards looked at Sirius in surprise.
"Professor, how can you deal with Peeves? This is the first time I've seen it!"
"Hey~ When I was in school, I was quite naughty. Padfoot is my nickname. These are things in the past."
Sirius shrugged and led them into the classroom.
This is a large and spacious room, about the size of two or three basketball courts. There are many dummies for practice and various functional props placed here. There are many things here that young wizards are familiar with. .
But in the center of this large classroom, there are several large boxes and wardrobes. These things are constantly shaking, as if there is something eager to move inside, unwilling to be restrained, and wants to rush out of it.
"This is a good helper who will accompany us for a long time to study. It is a teaching assistant recommended by my good friend Lupine. Their name is Boggart, a kind of funny who likes to hide in wardrobes, crevices under beds, and chests and cupboards." guy."
"As long as you can meet these guys wherever no one disturbs you, they are also the magical creatures that are most likely to frighten Muggles."
"Some time ago, I issued a reward to buy a batch of Boggarts. These are the strongest batches I have carefully selected."
"Okay, now can someone tell me what a Boggart is?"
Everyone was used to watching Hermione raise her hand.
"Boggarts are mischievous magical creatures, they do no real harm to wizards or Muggles, but they can transform into the worst fears of those who see them, and then try to terrorize anyone who sees them."
"Excellent answer, five points from Gryffindor,"
"Boggarts are a cloud of smoke-like, shapeless things when they are not exposed to people, but once they are released, they will begin to transform. Their transformation is very real and can be restored 100% Out of the most feared things in people's hearts."
"Because of this, they can be very, very good teaching assistants. After all, what I want to teach you is how to protect yourself in the face of danger, and some evil guys, I don't think Dumbledore will allow me to They brought it to school."
"But they will definitely reappear with Voldemort's resurrection. I don't want you to be hurt during those days because you didn't learn how to protect yourself properly."
Just as Sirius finished speaking, a high-pitched begging for mercy came from outside the classroom's open door.
"Master! Master Ron! Peeves is wrong, Peeves is really wrong, really, really wrong!"
"I will never dare again! Absolutely not!"
Peeves, who was held in the palm of Ron's hand and couldn't move, screamed. He couldn't imagine that someone could catch ghosts with bare hands. Way to escape from this clutch.
"Oh~ is it?"
Ron looked at the fawning Peeves with a smile that made his scalp tingle.
"I don't think you will be obedient if you don't give you a proper lesson."
With that said, Ron curled his fingers, and then flicked the mini toothpick that Peeves may or may not exist.
Peeves, whose eyes were rolled up in an instant, let out a scream like a pig being killed. Although he didn't know if it was fake, but the voice still had a shape.
Grabbing his body and pulling it out forcefully, Peeves, who was instantly stretched into noodles, was held by Ron as a whip, and his tongue stuck out. The old Peeves kept uttering "slightly" slightly" sound.
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Sirius covered his forehead with black lines all over his face, "Can you be more outrageous, Ron?"
"Outrageous? Of course."
Peeves, who had just recovered from his dizziness, pointed at Sirius tremblingly, "Padfoot! Why are you talking to Mr. Ron! Take your fart back! Take it back!"
"How do you talk to the professor?"
Tie the thong in his hand with a beautiful bow, and Peeves, whose head was next to his buttocks, immediately smiled and said after hearing Ron's words: "This fart smells good, please put more Padfoot."
"Forget it, don't mess with those smelly and disgusting things in the future. If you have free time, you can help Professor Sprout research fertilizer formulas. Why can't your fermentation technology be put on serious things?"
Throwing Peeves out of the classroom, Peeves immediately returned to its original state, stuck out its tongue behind Ron's back and made a face, then disappeared with a swish.
"Professor, are you sure you plan to give them such a powerful thing in the first class?"
"The dementors have never really been on the wizard's side. Sooner or later we will meet the dementors all over the sky flying over London at the call of Voldemort. That is the real nightmare."
Sirius spoke firmly, then turned to look at the little wizards.
"Sweat now to save less blood in the future. I will teach you how to face the first and closest evil creature we have seen."
"How to Fight Dementors."
With a burst of warm white light coming from outside the classroom, a white dragon's head protruded into the classroom, and in the mouth of the giant dragon, a shivering dementor was being brought into the classroom in great horror.
"The Patronus Charm, a very difficult and unpopular spell that can protect you."
"Okay Ron, let him go."
As Sirius' words fell, the white dragon disappeared into the air, and the trembling dementor ran away.
"Bang~"
A fierce uppercut dented its stomach, and the Dementor, which flew more than ten meters across, was sent flying to the back of the Boggart box, and the bone-chilling coldness also dissipated.
"Didn't I tell you to be obedient?"
Ron's punch without any special effects made the dementor twitch. Sirius, who had already drawn out his wand and was about to cast a spell, froze in place.
"Don't do it, you won't learn it."
The little wizards nodded in a hurry, it would be a hell if they could learn this operation well.
The dementors who had been beaten up drooped their heads and huddled themselves into a ball. As semi-incorporeal creatures, they were completely immune to physical damage, and even most spells couldn't affect them. The dementor who was beaten once was a little suspicious of life, restrained all the cold breath, and resigned to his fate, stayed aside and waited for orders.
"I originally wanted to use the patron saint to control the breath they emitted, but it seems more convenient this way."
"Okay, come on, let's officially start class."
Sirius opened the box with a wave of his magic wand, and a group of messy demons and goblins jumped out of the box. Because there were too many people present, they wanted to look like they could scare many people, but the result was A bunch of weird stitch monsters.
"Funny."
Sirius swung his wand and forced the Boggart into a dementor.
This group of senior cosplayers perfectly restored everything about the dementors. Except for the cold air they emit and the special ability to absorb happiness, they are no different from the real dementors.
"The spell against boggarts is what I just said 'funny funny', they can turn into what we fear the most, but with the spell 'funny funny' it turns the boggart into what we want him to be. It looks like it's done."
"It's just because I forcibly turned them into this. Not all of you are afraid of dementors, so it is difficult for fake dementors to imitate the breath of despair that real ones bring to people. It is safe, but not enough. Simultaneous." (more detailed explanation at end)
The little wizards who suddenly let out a gasp suddenly realized that it seemed that the Boggart could indeed allow them to learn how to face those evil creatures, at least as a model, it was quite enough.
Probably because there was no cold air that could truly absorb happiness, the brave little wizards even bent down to see what kind of face was inside the hood of the dementor, but they only saw a mass of darkness, This made them a little disappointed.
"The Patronus Charm is a very deep and difficult spell, but it is also a spell without any learning threshold. It is different from ordinary spells and does not require high magic power, so as long as you master the correct method, even if it is a spell All young wizards in grades can practice and use it successfully."
"The dementors absorb our happiness, but the patron saint spell, which uses happy emotions as the source of release, is also their natural enemy. The physical patron saint can expel and kill the dementors, but my requirements are not that high."
"As a reward for being able to successfully learn this magic that even many adult wizards cannot use, I have prepared some small prizes for you."
Sirius opened his space bag, and revealed at least a hundred brand new Nimbus 2001s, even ten Firebolts, and a wide variety of magic props.
"There are prizes worth 20 Galleons here. Students who successfully release the physical patron saint in front of the dementors will get the highest level of rewards, that is, any one of the column where the Firebolt is located. Students who expel the dementor white mist can choose one of the other prizes."
"The whole school will participate, so first come, first served."
The quiet needle drop in the classroom can be heard, whether it is those broomsticks with smooth lines, or those magic props that are not cheap just by looking at them, or even a straightforward small bag of Galleons.
The shock this brought to the little wizards was unparalleled.
20 Galleons
That is a huge amount of wealth that can be piled up into a hill!
But for Sirius, such a large mountain of gold can fall from the sky if he sits idle for at most two months.
He was the only one left in Black's family, so where did all the expenses come from?
He spends as much money as he can whenever he has the chance, but often spends more and more
"Is this true! Professor!"
This loud exclamation almost scared the Boggart back into the box, and the fervent shouts of the little wizards caused a raging flame to rise in their eyes.
The two professors who took office this year are really better than the other!
This is simply fantastic!
"Of course it's true. If you can successfully learn how to protect yourself, a little Galleon is nothing more than that."
"So study hard if you miss out on these limited prizes"
"Teach us the Patronus Charm, Professor! Right now!"
The little wizards stared at the dementor with a murderous look, and the pitiful guy who had been reduced to a teaching tool suddenly trembled with their eyes. What they like to eat is happiness, not the vigorous fighting spirit that wants to kill them.
"The patron saint is a collection of positive emotions such as happiness, hope, survival desire, etc. Therefore, if we want to release it, we must focus our attention on a special happy memory that impresses us. "
"It sounds simple, but it's equally difficult. Many clever wizards can't summon the patron saint. After all, there are always bad things one after another in the world of adults. So I think, you who are still in school, actually Can have more purely pleasant memories than adults."
"The amount of magic power does not represent the height of a person. These emotional powers that we cannot see are actually a sharp sword against evil."
"Such as love, such as the beauty of everything we meet."
"The incantation of the Patronus Charm is: Invoke the Guardian, please repeat it to me a few times now, and remember this incantation."
"Call God for protection."
The little wizards spoke in unison and repeated the chanting many times.
When someone was chanting, some silver-white light mist appeared on the tip of the wand, which made the little wizards suddenly have a strong confidence that "I seem to be able to get the reward soon".
"Good, there's a little reaction, which is nice."
"We have ten boggarts in total, so divide into groups of three or four, and I'll give you a few minutes to jot down the happy memory of your choice, and then we'll officially begin."
The little wizards who were quickly divided into teams stood in front of the containers containing Boggarts. They kept trying spells, and all of them could emit a little silver mist. Just a few minutes later, the little wizards who were ready They raised their wands as if they were facing an enemy.
"Go to work, pig head."
"Crack~"
A slap knocked the dementor back, and the dementor, who dared not be angry or speak, carefully spread out his cold aura. A cold aura that could absorb happiness spread from the classroom.
The dementor swayed happily. The breath he exuded was his mouth for eating. Although he could only lick it in small mouthfuls under control, it couldn't stand the crowd.
But unlike the happy dementors, the little wizards who were washed by the cold breath turned pale, and the silver-white smoke that could light up before could not appear no matter how they were called. When they were affected by the dementors, those happy ones seemed was covered in dust.
This is the biggest difficulty of the Patronus Charm. You need to be able to draw out enough emotional power in the face of difficulties and fears.
Not everyone has the courage to keep their heart and forge ahead in the face of great terror.
"Okay, let's take a break."
From the tip of Sirius' wand came out a wolf dog as strong as a bear. A slap from this big dog made the Dementor howl, making him put away the coldness he was exuding.
Pieces of chocolate were sent down by Sirius, those Boggarts pretending to be dementors were also stuffed into the box, and a group of little wizards sat slumped on the floor panting.
"Have some chocolate or a cup of hot cocoa to make you feel better, but it feels bad, doesn't it?"
Sirius was very unassuming and sat on the floor like a student.
"So...Professor, the time when you were wronged and imprisoned should be very bad, right?"
"Then how can you use the Patronus now?"
The little wizards opened their mouths curiously. They just felt very exhausted after suffering from a weak halo of despair. They couldn't imagine how Sirius could have such a happy appearance now.
"Because we can always meet a lot of new and happy things."
"It is true that almost all my happiness was sucked away in Azkaban, but since I came out, there are not many memories in the world that can be more beautiful than this, right?"
"Strengthen your beliefs, you have far more happiness than me, so I believe you can truly master this spell."
"The beauty stored in our hearts is far more than what you think, but we often forget these things."
Sirius was a little fuzzy, he was in a daze for a while, then patted his butt and got up.
"We have two classes a week. In one class, I will teach you how to deal with some common magical creatures. In the other class, I will teach you guys like this who are dangerous and evil, but you have to guard against them. Hopefully you never meet them, but there's nothing wrong with being prepared."
"By the way, just like what Professor Dumbledore said at the beginning of school, please don't let the dementors have any reason or excuse to hurt you. After experiencing the feeling just now, I don't think you will go to Challenged the dementors, right?"
The little wizards kept nodding their heads. After experiencing this kind of cloud of despair, the idea of dying for the little wizards has been completely suppressed by reason.
"Blind sacrifice is the worst injury you can do to someone who cares and loves you." Someone repeated what Sirius had told them earlier.
"Yes, that's right, then get out of class is over now, there is no homework today, just read books when you have time, there is absolutely nothing wrong with learning a little more."
After eating the chocolate, the little wizards, whose bodies were warm, bid farewell one after another. Although they failed this time, they would never give up because of this.
Maybe they don't understand those principles very well, but the rewards that are worthy of their hard work will never be faked. This is the biggest motivation for them to grit their teeth and study hard.
Harry stayed to chat with Sirius, and said goodbye first. Ron, Hermione, and Neville walked towards the castle exit. Ron had to throw the dementor he squeezed into a ball back to its original position, lest He runs around.
Although it was squeezed into a ball, the dementor was still happy in his heart. In Azkaban, there were not so many fresh joys for him to taste. Although it was just licked by the rain and dew, it was still mixed I was full, and even looked forward to coming to work next time.
After throwing the ball back to its original position, Neville tugged on Ron's sleeve in some silence on the way to the lounge.
"Hermione, you go back first, I have something to talk to Neville about."
"Ah."
Hermione nodded. Although she didn't know what it was, she nodded obediently and pushed open the door of the lounge.
Ron and Neville walked towards the Room of Requirement. They sat on the cushions. Neville remained silent, as if he was organizing his words.
"Brother, is there any news from Bellatrix?"
"Not yet, neither Principal Dumbledore nor Rita Skeeter have given me any news for the time being. She is like a mouse in the sewer. Pettigrew should be with her. With this old mouse leading the way, I I think it is really not easy to find her."
"But their target is me, and Sirius is actually helping me. Dementors can't stay in Hogwarts, since the Ministry of Magic asked them to get in the way"
Ron frowned slightly, the operation of this disgusting person from the Ministry of Magic is really a piece of shit.
"We'll find his Neville, what bad memories did the dementor show you just now?"
"Yes." Neville nodded, his low mood was indeed evoked by the memory of what he had just seen.
"You know, my parents were tortured by Bellatrix to become... what they are now."
"Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabbastan Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr., who made my parents They broke into our house and then tortured my parents with the Cruciatus Curse to force them to reveal Voldemort's whereabouts."
"I was hidden in a wardrobe by my parents and they put a spell on me so I wouldn't be found."
"I saw them howling and suffering through the door of the closet, but never said a word."
"I saw everything with my own eyes."
"It is precisely because of this that grandma used the oblivion curse on me."
"But I am, after all, I remembered all this."
Neville hugged his head, gritted his teeth and said, "When I saw death, I remembered everything."
"Everyone died in Azkaban except Bellatrix, but I won't forget it, ever"
"But what can I do now?"
Neville looked at his callused hands, which were the marks left after holding the sword and slashing thousands of times, indelible marks.
"I don't know what to do. I really don't know what to do. Ron"
Neville spoke weakly, his red eyes looked at Ron's clear blue eyes.
"I can't wait to do something, but I don't know what I can do now, what I should do."
"Maybe I will never learn the Patronus Charm. I obviously have a lot of happiness. I know you, Hermione, Harry, and many, many people. This is obviously something that makes me happy, but I am."
He pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
"I'm scared. I don't know if I can avenge them. I want to do these things, but I don't know how to do it."
"Although Bellatrix has escaped, can we catch her?"
As if praying, Neville's voice was so small that it was hard to hear clearly.
Ron fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he spoke slowly.
"Maybe we need to give Bellatrix a little more stimulation. Since she wants to kill me, but she hasn't moved for so long, then give her some more... stimulation."
"Trust me, Neville, I will let her come to the door obediently, stick her head out and have her head cut off by our own hands."
"I promise."
"Give me a little more time. I happened to have something to talk to Professor Dumbledore over the weekend. I hope this is good news from Uncle Lucius."
"But if not"
"Then I'll go." Ron narrowed his eyes. At some point, he also has the existence of Celestial Eye, "create an opportunity by himself."
"It won't be long, Neville, trust me."
"But before that, what you need to do now is, get stronger."
"Come on, hold your sword and let me see how you are now."
The cold sword light collided, and the somewhat bewildered and confused heart gradually calmed down while panting, suppressing the gushing anger in the bottom of my heart, waiting for the moment to be ignited.
In the original book, the dementor turned into by Boggart can give Harry the despair similar to facing the dementor, but Lupine will not be affected.
Boggarts are the most feared things that can change into people's hearts, because Harry is afraid of him, so all Boggarts can become almost the same as dementors in front of Harry.
But if it wasn't the dementors that were the fear, then the boggart's shapeshifting stuff wouldn't affect anyone else.
Therefore, when Sirius used a spell to forcibly turn Boggart into a dementor, he could only appear in appearance, without the real feeling that Harry in the original book had when facing Boggart's transformed dementor.
If it can be perfectly restored without these restraining conditions, then Boggart's power is too buggy. This is considered a second setting, but it is more in line with the setting of the original book. It is an inference, but it is logical.
(End of this chapter)