Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On the edge of the gorgeous and majestic iron gate, dementors live here. They hope so much that the food inside the gate can come out and provide them with happiness, but they can't do it. , but did not know that today he was used as a whetstone.

Even though it was still far away, Pansy, who was staring at the Dementor, still felt heart palpitations, and his happy emotions were taken away little by little. Those memories or fantasies of fear are gradually aroused, and they are about to sink into the darkness.

God Guard! Malfoy's wand tip suddenly spewed out a silvery gas, which gradually took shape in the air. For a time, the silver-white Patronus seemed to echo the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

Pansy's body trembled abruptly, the confused and worried look in his eyes gradually faded, and turned to clarity, because the group of dementors took a few steps back in disgust.

Giggle. The cry of the silver-white rooster caught Pansy's attention, causing her to burst out laughing. Draco, how funny is this patron saint of yours, a crowing rooster at night.

It's still the same vicious tongue, this hasn't changed. Malfoy said to himself, 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 pay more attention to it. The spell and the pile of monsters on the opposite side.

What should I do now? Pansy's expression was straightened, and her attitude was correct. Her smile was a bit deliberate just now, and she wanted to adjust the somewhat gloomy atmosphere. Now is the time to study, she She was also holding a sigh of relief, trying to clean up these disgusting guys, but she was terrified on the train.

God Guard! Pansy whispered the incantation, and the pitiful silver-white gas burst out from the tip of Pansy's wand, trying to gather together into a recognizable shape, but it failed, and a little smoke was tight Just lingering around the tip of the staff is not enough to condense into a visible entity.

If you want to make you happy, it can be a memory or an imaginary future. Only when the feelings are strong enough, the Patronus will take shape. Malfoy taught Pansy the tricks of the Patronus, and the effect was immediate. , the visible smoke is like a flame, and it seems that the plants are growing, but it is still a drop in the bucket.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Pansy felt that the dementors outside seemed to be laughing at her silently, even though they had no mouths and couldn't really make a sound.

I can't think of it. The long practice didn't make much progress, which made Pansy feel inexplicably irritable, and she sighed a little dejectedly. Am I only going to drag him down? Pansy couldn't help thinking.

No wizard has ever succeeded in learning a new spell. Seeming to see Pansy's frustration, Malfoy said comfortably, Even if it's me, I don't know how many times I fail where you can't see it.

Imagining happy things is simple, but it is not so easy to do. It is extremely difficult to mobilize people's emotions on their own. Otherwise, there would not be so many depressed people in Muggle society who need to take medicine to adjust. , The funny thing is that some people don't understand this truth. After others commit suicide, they will only stand on the moral high ground and ridicule a few words:

Alas, this man is not strong at all.

Depressed? Then look at it, why do you commit suicide?

Such words just expose their shallowness and ignorance.

The Weasley twins were also killed by Fred in the original story, and the surviving George can no longer use the Patronus Charm, because all his happy memories are related to his brother.

Even Malfoy himself has practiced it many times, plus some subtle self-hypnosis and psychological suggestion, before he has mastered this spell.

Okay. Pansy smacked her lips.

After muttering, she put down her psychological burden and practiced for a while. She understood the reason, but the frustration still couldn't stop coming to her mind.

Okay, it's already so late, let's be here today, be careful that Filch deducts our points, and go back. After estimating the time, Malfoy felt that it was almost the time, and suggested that he could go back to rest.

Can only memories and fantasies help people realize this spell? Pansy asked suddenly.

Otherwise, what else? Malfoy was a little strange to her question. The memory is what actually happened, and there is no doubt about it. The effect of casting a spell is often better. And fantasy has not happened, uncertainty makes people less happy.

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

Okay, let's go here today. Pansy put away her wand, but instead of leaving immediately, she stuck her tongue out at the hundreds of dementors behind and made a face, which was a little different. Playful.

Actually they can't see it. Malfoy wanted to remind Pansy, but after thinking about it, 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 what about now? Pansy and Malfoy asked suddenly as they walked side by side.

What do you mean? Malfoy couldn't help asking, he didn't know what the question meant, but soon he knew.

A cold and smooth touch suddenly hit his face, and Pansy pecked him like a little bit of water, which caught him off guard.

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

Call God Guard!

For a time, silver radiance surrounds it, as if it were daytime!