[HP] Aunt of the Savior

The whole class gasped loudly and unanimously.They looked at Harry with fearful eyes, as if as soon as Professor Trelawney opened his mouth, Harry would be dead on the ground in a second.The only exception was Hermione, whose face was tense and looked a lot like Professor McGonagall.

Professor Trelawney also seemed frightened by Harry's question, she widened her eyes behind the round lenses, "Mr Potter, no, I can't answer your question, the trajectory of fate is so mysterious, I'm not sure I can get an accurate reading in such a short period of time. But obviously... child, I think..." She looked at Harry, then at Hermione, who had just refuted her divination results: "Both of you You don’t have the ability to perceive the future, if you want to achieve something in divination, you’d better work harder, relax your minds, open your horizons, and perceive those floating around us..."

Harry didn't listen to a word of Professor Trelawney's next words.

After class, Harry once again got the treatment of being looked at with meaningful eyes.

"Oh, Harry, why did you ask that just now?" Neville's round face was full of worry. "That's terrible, luckily Professor Trelawney didn't answer..."

"Of course she can't answer Harry's question!" said Hermione dismissively. "She's been talking nonsense, Neville."

"But..." Neville shrugged and didn't continue.He wasn't good at rebuttals, but he didn't seem to agree much with Hermione this time.At least Professor Trelawney managed to predict that he would break the teacup.

Harry remained silent during this conversation.He was distracted by Professor Trelawney's prophecy as he tried to adjust his mood with what Professor Snape had said and the mind-clearing magic he had learned this summer.Then they walked from the North Tower to the Great Hall for lunch in a dull atmosphere, but Harry felt that he really had no appetite.

"Hey, Neville, how's the divination class?" Ron was sitting at the long table waving to Neville, and then he looked at Harry and Hermione next to Neville in disbelief, "You just came from the divination class. come back?"

"Of course!" Hermione sat down at the long table and started to eat in a hurry. "What's wrong?"

"But you obviously took the Protection of Magical Creatures class with me just now!" Ron said loudly.

"Oh, come on, calm down, Ron." Harry's tone was tinged with irritability, and Ron couldn't help but look at him a few more times.This is not unusual, you must know that because of cheating Ron before, Harry has been keeping a special kind of accommodating towards Ron recently, which made Ron feel a little embarrassed several times.

And Neville's abnormality was even more obvious. He looked at Harry worriedly at the dinner table, as if Harry would choke himself to death when he ate, and choke himself to death when he drank water.

"What the hell happened? Why are you all so weird?" Even though Ron was careless, he could see that something was wrong now. "Can someone explain to me?"

"Professor Trelawney predicted Harry..." Neville pursed his lips nervously. "will die."

Ron's eyes widened. "My God!"

"Hey, little Ronnie, don't make a big fuss. Harry, you know, I guess Wood will go crazy if he hears this prophecy." Fred, who sat across from Harry and the others at some time, heard their conversation and disapproved said. "To think of it, the Quidditch season hadn't even started yet and our Seekers were in danger for their lives."

George nodded. "But you know, Harry, I was worried that you would be tortured to death by Wood. We saw that Quidditch training plan he made in the common room, and it was really..."

"It's so worrying! We really don't know if we can survive the Quidditch training ground." Fred patted his chest, looked frightened, and blinked at Harry: " Wood will not be satisfied with one championship, he plans to win two consecutive championships before graduation! But if you are tortured to death by him, then Professor Trelawney's prophecy will finally come true once."

"I assure you, Harry, she predicts that some students will die every year, but so far they are all alive and well." George said with rare seriousness. "I don't think you'll break that convention either."

Harry smiled gratefully at them.The twins' teasing put him in a much better mood.He touched his schoolbag, which was much heavier than others, and suddenly felt that he was training Quidditch with Crazy Wood while taking so many lessons... Perhaps Professor Trelawney's prediction that he would be exhausted to death was more believable Woolen cloth!

But it wasn't long before Harry realized that it wasn't the prophecy, it wasn't Wood's crazy training plan, it wasn't his full schedule, but... the damned Dementor!

It all started with Professor Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts.After the disaster of Professor Lockhart in the past year, everyone has great expectations for Professor Lupine's course.And Lupine didn't disappoint the students, his Defense Against the Dark Arts class was just as interesting as when he taught protecting magical creatures, and he prepared the class for hands-on opportunities, providing some interesting magical creatures-such as the Borg special.

This is a magical creature that can turn into what people fear most in front of people, but apart from being particularly scary, it actually poses no real threat to wizards.When Professor Lupine introduced the characteristics of Boggarts, Harry had no idea that he would pass out again.He even speculated that the Boggart might turn into Voldemort in front of him and scare his classmates.But in the end, the boggart turned into a dementor in front of him.Then, without even getting a chance to say the spell, he passed out again.Before he passed out, he heard the same voice again—"Don't touch Harry...don't touch Harry...Kill me! Kill me!" "Get out of the way, you Mudblood!" "No!"

When he opened his eyes again, Harry suddenly understood what the voice he heard was: the owner of the voice was his mother, who had protected him when Voldemort wanted to kill him.

"Harry? Harry?"

Harry recovered from the voice and realized that Sirius and Lupine were all around him, and he was lying on the couch in the staff room, cold and weak.

"Thank you, Merlin, you're fine." Sirius patted Harry's head with lingering fear, and frowned slightly - Harry broke out in a cold sweat.

"Have a cup of hot chocolate first, Harry." Lupine offered Harry the mug of hot chocolate.

The heat radiated from the cup, warming along Harry's fingertips to his chest.Harry quickly took a sip, feeling as if his whole body was soaked in a hot pool, much more comfortable.He looked around, only to realize that Sirius and Lupine were the only ones in the room besides himself.

"get out of class is over, your classmates have all gone back," Lupine said. "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom would have liked to stay and wait for you to wake up, but I suggest they go to dinner first."

"Sorry, I...I don't know why...but..." Harry's throat seemed to be choked.He had never hated his own weakness so much as now.But seeing Sirius and Lupine's concerned expressions, he finally couldn't help but said, "I... heard my mother's voice."

The expressions of the two adults stiffened at the same time.Sirius stood up suddenly in pain and irritability, paced back and forth in the room, as if forcibly restraining himself from roaring.

Lupine sighed, and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Harry, dementors can remind us of the most horrific and unbearable memories, and it affects you particularly badly, probably because you have a stronger personality than others. Horrible memories... it's not because you're too weak."

"Harry, I promise, I will find Wormtail as soon as possible, and then those dementors will have to go back to Azkaban obediently..." Sirius suddenly strode up to his godson, squatting down , said to him seriously and sincerely.

"But you still have to teach us!"

"The professor of protection of magical creatures doesn't have many classes, and I still have some free time." Sirius said.

"Obviously, you are showing Mr. Potter what an irresponsible godfather should look like." Snape walked into the teachers' lounge without a word, and when his familiar cold sarcasm sounded, All three people in the room were taken aback.

"Snape," Sirius gave Snape an annoyed look, and said in a tone that could never be called friendly: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to offer something more beneficial to people than hot chocolate." Snape walked to Harry's side, and forcefully replaced the hot chocolate he had just taken two sips with a hot potion.

Harry glanced at Snape, and gulped it down with a grimace.Miraculously, from the moment he drank the potion, Harry felt that feeling of weakness and coldness completely disappeared.And, to Harry's greatest surprise, the potion didn't taste as disgusting as some he'd had before.

"Can I learn to make this potion?" Harry looked eagerly at Professor Snape, who was very interested in potions.

While Snape always insisted that Harry didn't inherit his mother's gifts, he never objected when Harry wanted to learn them.But this time, he deliberately glanced at Sirius, smiled and nodded.

Sirius on the side couldn't help but smacked his lips anxiously.He especially couldn't stand his godson looking at his old enemy with this kind of gaze, but this field was indeed not what he was good at.He glanced at his old friend who was now teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. "I'd rather let Harry learn how to fight dementors first, don't you think, Remus?"

"I think so too." Lupine really considered this method, but it was obviously not for competing with Snape. "Harry, I think you could learn the Patronus Charm, it's the only spell that can fight dementors."

"Oh, yes, this belongs to Professor Lupine's range of spells, he must be able to give you good guidance." Snape's lips curled up, "But Mr. Potter, I hope you do the best Do what you can. Even if some people who lack common sense can provide you with various dangerous materials at any time, you'd better not plan to brew any powerful potions to replenish energy in private. As your potion master, I worry about you Sooner or later, he will be a guest at Madam Pomfrey's because he drank the potion he made up indiscriminately."

Sirius turned his head away from Snape's expression, gasped heavily, his face flushed with patience, and he said angrily until Snape left, "I can't believe that he actually used such a His attitude toward you, if it wasn't for the sake of saving Regulus..."

"I think Professor Snape is worried that I don't have enough time. You know, I took all the electives..." Harry smiled at his godfather with a guilty conscience.Professor Snape seemed to be well aware of their private brewing of the Polyjuice Potion last year, and even guessed that Sirius was the provider of the ingredients.

However, Sirius didn't understand the meaning of Snape's words at all. He complained a few words about Snape, then excitedly changed the subject, chatted with Harry about Hogsmeade Village, and promised to wait until Hogsmeade On weekends, he and Lupine would go shopping with Harry and the others.

Hogsmeade weekend is scheduled for the last weekend before Halloween.Speaking of which, it was fortunate that Aunt Jody had signed Harry's application form for going to Hogsmeade on the first day, otherwise Harry was really worried that he would not be able to go to Hogsmeade with his friends.It was said that it was the only purely wizarding village in England, and Harry was looking forward to it.For the first time, he left his heavy schoolwork and annoying dementors behind him, and handed the application form to Professor McGonagall excitedly, not even noticing that Professor McGonagall saw his application form for a moment The strange expression revealed.

Lupine and Sirius went to Hogsmeade with Harry as they had agreed.The enthusiastic and lively characters of Gryffindors made these two professors not put pressure on Harry and his friends.Moreover, seeing Peter Pedilou's arrest warrants everywhere in Hogsmeade, the clever Hermione vaguely guessed that the reason why they accompanied Harry out to play might not simply be because they wanted to rest in Hogsmeade Village. for the sake.

However, other people who saw this abnormal combination obviously did not have Hermione's brains, let alone Hermione's kindness.

Malfoy's smile when he saw Harry and his party was far from friendly, and the other Slytherins were keen to reenact the scene where Harry passed out, especially when a team of dementors came from Hogsmoor in a grand manner. When walking through the streets of Germany.

Even sitting in the Three Broomsticks drinking butterbeer, Harry's face was as blue and pale as if he was sitting in an ice cellar, and his hands were cold.He was glad that he didn't pass out this time, but his obvious anomaly still gave other students a chance to quietly stare at him and whisper.No one was as afraid of dementors as he was—this embarrassing realization made Harry want to rush out of the three broomsticks, but the dementors outside made him unable to move at all.Although chocolate can dispel this coldness, it obviously cannot fundamentally solve the problem.

Sirius and Lupine exchanged a worried look.In Harry's current situation, they are helpless now.Harry is only in the third grade now, and it is impossible to learn such an advanced spell as the Patronus Charm all at once.Even among adult wizards, there are many people who do not know this spell.

As a result, Harry's first Hogsmeade weekend was not a happy one.While Hogsmeade is a lot of fun, neither Honeydukes' new toffee nor Zonko's joke shop prank props can save Harry from the dementor's influence on him.Compared to seeing a dementor in Hogsmeade at any time and being laughed at by others, Harry would rather choose to stay in school and use this time to intensify his practice of Patronus spells.

So on the second Hogsmeade weekend, Harry was the only third year left.

Hermione usually likes to spend time in the library to complete her homework, which makes it easier for her to find information for her thesis.But Harry himself preferred to study under the big beeches by the Black Lake.Because Jody said before he came to Hogwarts that his parents liked to study under this big tree.Moreover, he sometimes meets acquaintances here - Luna is also a frequent visitor here.

So, when Luna showed up this time, Harry wasn't surprised at all.Rather, he seemed to be vaguely looking forward to meeting Luna.Unlike Harry's other friends, Luna's thinking has always been particularly incomprehensible.But for some reason, Harry always felt that there was a unique aura around Luna, which made him calm down unconsciously, just like that conversation they had on the hillside near Laurel Cottage.

"Harry." Luna nodded to Harry with a thick book in her arms, and then sat down beside him.

"Hi, Luna." Harry thought for a while, and pulled out a creamy chocolate ball from his pocket. "Want to eat? I brought it back from Hogsmeade last time."

"Thank you." Luna stared at the chocolate ball for a while. "But there's been a lot of harassing flies today, and I think I'd better not eat chocolate. Why don't you eat it?"

"I've eaten enough lately..." Harry muttered under his breath. "I...I really hate those dementors."

"No one likes a Dementor any more than anyone likes to harass a Gadfly. It always makes our minds cluttered and disorientated." Luna tilted her head to watch Harry wave his wand. "Are you practicing repelling harassing gadflies?"

"Oh, no, no, I'm practicing the Patronus Charm." Just as Harry was about to explain, Luna nodded.

"I know this spell, and happy memory is one of the tricks of casting this spell." At this time, Luna finally looked like a learned Ravenclaw, but she said immediately: "But it is very important to drive away harassment." Gadfly works well too."

After trying several times in succession, nothing worked. Harry simply put away his wand and scratched his hair irritably: "I have never been successful. I know that only I will appear so cowardly in the face of dementors, even Can't handle a Boggart...I'm pretty bad, aren't I?"

"Few people can understand what other people see in the world. They only see what is in front of them, and they are used to laughing at what they can't see, just like everyone doesn't believe in the existence of horned snorkels. I don't believe that the Harassing Gadfly is by our side. So, you are not cowardly, Harry." Luna shook her head, her expression was as calm as usual, and her slightly protruding eyes carried a gentle smile.Her strange reassurance made Harry feel an unusual warmth in his heart. "I've always believed that you are brave."