A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

There needs to be some spice, Yunivo thought.

Following Gadwin's advice, he waved his wand and tried to cast the Patronus Charm.

Based on the beautiful memory of beating up orphanages when I was six years old:

[Relying on his unparalleled calmness, precise control of his body, and the knowledge about the human body structure he learned from books, he used all kinds of clever tricks to defeat the strong with the weak, and defeated the children who were older and stronger than him one by one. 】

I have to say that it was a very refreshing memory.

But at the same time, the experience of being chased by a giant dragon also came to mind.

Not an order of magnitude at all!

The Patronus Charm naturally failed to be cast, but the Dementors seemed to have seized an opportunity and inhaled fiercely. Yunieff felt that that beautiful memory had become slightly unfamiliar.

It's not that I can't remember things clearly, but that something vivid in them is being lost bit by bit.

And with this loss, this memory gradually slipped into the abyss, falling into the dust like a corpse and turning into a pile of tattered decay.

Yunieff couldn't help but feel a little pity, but he didn't seem to particularly care.

It was like missing a meal. Although I was a little hungry, it didn't hurt.

On the contrary, the dementors were very excited about this, and even the dark seaweed robes had a slight sheen.

Is it an illusion?Yunieff thought.

But he quickly dismissed this idea. He was not yet delusional.

The dementors became more active, sucking fiercely, and the air flow resembled a vortex.

But relying on them alone is really insufficient.

Yunieff had to cast the Patronus Charm again.

This time it is based on the memory of receiving payment for submitting an article to a newspaper for the first time:

[Unexpectedly, he made ten pounds that time. He happily invited everyone (children from the orphanage) to eat out. Then all the money was spent, but everyone was very happy, although they were scolded when he went back later. 】

This memory seems more important. Is it because of the income?

Immediately afterwards, the scene switched to a scene where Endresi threw a small bag of Galleons over.

Obviously I can pay it back...

The patronus spell failed again, and the dementors sucked up the good memories that surfaced and turned them into a dry piece of wood and threw them back into his heart.

Yunieff felt a little lost, as if a shallow mark had been drawn on a white jade. It was not obvious, but it still touched something he truly valued.

But what is it?Yunieff thought.

The dementors were spinning more excitedly beside them, their color seemed to be getting lighter, and Yunieff felt that their spirits were floating upward, if they had spirits at all.

But if they do it on their own, it will obviously be difficult for them to have enough food and clothing.

What is the difference between this and my Pu Rong Rong?

Ridiculous thoughts popped into his mind, and Yunieff continued to feed them with the beautiful memories.

Punish Victor who is too clever...

Found the adorable little Evana in front of the gate...

Occasionally, I would take a group of children outside to cause trouble. Yes, I went outside and couldn't cause havoc in the orphanage.

These memories are pretty good, so why can’t they beat the bad memories?

But it is what it is.Thousands of resentments are gathered into one body, and it is cold to the bone. What kind of pain is that?Yunieff couldn't help but think.

It's better to just let him bear this disaster. In the final analysis, the changes in this world are caused by him.

If he could still escape this thought, but after that damn system sent out that damn victory speech, he had to face this fact head-on.

Is this world better off with him or without him?

The dementors were so happy that their robes turned into a gray, dark color, but there was a faint light inside.

Gadwin looked at this magical change in surprise from outside. He had never seen such a change in a dementor.

On the surface, it should be a good change.

He was vaguely expecting.

He was not very nervous because Yunieff was still standing and waving his wand.

If you can wave a magic wand, it must be no problem.

time flies.

Ordinary memories slowly ran out and failed one by one. Yunieff gradually did not know what to use as the basis of the Patronus Spell.

But the dementors still surrounded him, and they were shifting towards a lighter color, and seemed to be reaching a critical point.

They are waiting, they are waiting eagerly.

They roared, the wind rose suddenly, and the ice rain fell like a waterfall.

The waterproof spell had long since expired, and Yunieff was all wet. A fur ball poked its head out of his inner pocket. He seemed to have just woken up, but he was immediately frightened by the scene and shrank back.

When did you bring this little guy out, Yunieff thought, is it okay?

But he suddenly felt that it didn't matter if the little guy died. Who asked him to follow him out on his own, and after all, he was just a pet.

He quickly figured out how this idea was different from usual.

Indifference to life.

Oh, it turned out that it played some role, the dementors.

But why can I still think so rationally?

Don't I need beauty to support myself in living? Am I like Sirius who can rely on hatred to survive in the world, but I don't have any deep hatred.

Maybe I just exist inherently.

The dementors couldn't wait any longer. They seemed to be just a step away from becoming different. They roared in unison.

Yunieff understood it for some reason. Maybe it was because he was fed too much, but he could actually understand what the dementors were saying.

They said: "You still have good memories, hand them over."

"Is there?"

"Yes!" they roared, "We can feel it!"

"Is there any?" Yunieff asked himself again.

Well, yes, there is, if that can be considered a good memory.

He was aware of it but had no intention of using it.

Although he had a gut feeling that if he used these memories, he should be able to successfully cast the Patronus Charm, he still didn't want to take the risk.

If used here, if it fails, the vivid things in the memory will be lost.

Only those memories are indestructible.

He was ready to leave.

But suddenly he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Soft legs.

If the patronus spell fails to be cast, symptoms like this will occur.

How many times has he failed?

Well, I didn’t pay much attention.

The dementors didn't want to let him go at all.

They took off their hoods.

What kind of faces are those.

It was pale, rotten, and the face was blurry, but there were two holes where the eyes should be, as if they were gouged out by something.

They should usually be more disgusting, but now they are faintly emitting some kind of fluorescence.

"If you don't give it to me," they shouted in unison, "we will take it ourselves!"

Oh.