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Two feet of snow fell outside the castle on Sunday morning, the first snow of the winter to wash away the sadness that still lingers in the Gryffindor common room over the suspension of three Quidditch players. "Are you going to let that old woman ruin our Saturday and Sunday at the same time?" The Weasley twins happily rushed to the snow-covered outdoors early in the morning, using magic to throw snowballs one after another into Granville. The Fendor tower was smashed up, I guess they wanted to make Angelina happy, huddled in the bed curtain, moping, but it didn't work well-Angelina, who was so angry that she opened the window and yelled at her, was hit by a snowball one is right.

When I woke up, Hermione had already gone to Hagrid's hut, and she said that Hagrid should not be driven away no matter what-the other girls who heard that Hagrid had returned to Hogwarts were not happy, even though Hermione and I Min has a truly strong friendship, and I have to admit that I prefer Professor Graplan's class, which is free of danger.Ron would have liked to see Hagrid, too, but their homework privileges were revoked as soon as the Quidditch match was over - not to mention the pitch brawl that pissed off Professor McGonagall yesterday, Talus said. For a moment, he suspected that McGonagall would let them make up the homework they missed last week and hand it in at the weekend.

It wasn't until lunch time that Hermione crawled in through the portrait hole listlessly, and the knees of her robes were completely soaked.She looked distraught until I helped her dry her clothes before she said, "He wasn't there when I went, I waited at least half an hour to see him come out of the Forbidden Forest."

At this time, Ron and I had finished listening to the story about Hagrid's failure to win over the giant according to Dumbledore's instructions. Ron let out a vague sigh in his throat: "He should know everything in the Forbidden Forest. Don’t you like it? Did he keep something in it again—Harry said his face was full of wounds, is he better today?”

"It's not good at all, it looks scary." Hermione replied painfully. At this time, Neville entered the lounge with a pile of books, and asked Harry expectantly if the DA assembly could resume. After getting an affirmative answer, he seemed very happy, and walked back to the boys' dormitory humming a song.

"Does his scar still hurt?" I asked the boys. "Neville seems to be in a much better mood lately."

"Sometimes I still say a few inaudible words in my dreams." Harry was obviously still thinking about Hagrid, his brows kept frowning, "But you're right, he's been in a lot better lately, and my mother specially borrowed Hagrid's words." He bought a double-sided mirror and told me to help him - but he was determined to do it on his own, and we had nothing to say."

Although Hermione put a lot of thought into preparing for Hagrid's lessons, Hagrid didn't seem to be listening too much.When he showed up in the auditorium on Monday, many people were taken aback. Even if I was prepared to see the wounds on his face that still looked like pus, I was horrified.It's a good thing he didn't bring something like last term's fritters to the first class back - he left us all staring at a big piece of air, Umbridge standing with her clipboard behind us.

"It couldn't be worse, could it?" Ron said to Hermione despondently after class was over. "He didn't listen to what you had to say!"

"At least Neville and I know that we are not crazy. We saw the Thestrals because we saw death." Harry looked at Umbridge with a sullen face while talking to Hagrid while making exaggerated gestures, "St The Raitlings almost feel like Christmas has come early."

The Slytherins happily gathered around Umbridge, scrambling to express their opinions on the protection of magical beasts class, knowing what it would be without listening.

"Hare!" Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, "she's trying to play that half-human-half-beast trick again! Remember what Mr. Black said to us—she was running around trying to get through Legislating mermen in captivity, I bet she wants to call Hagrid a mentally retarded troll - look at her behavior! As if Hagrid can't understand English! Just because his mom is a giant! "

"Thestrals are better than snails at least, aren't they?" Tallus shrugged. "Though I can't see anything."

"Wish I never got to see it," said Ron sincerely. "I wonder there's three of us already in class—"

"We're wondering too, Weasley." Draco's voice came from behind us. "You don't think seeing someone die helps you catch the Quaffle, do you?"

"Do you still want to fight Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly.

"What, do you have a third broomstick to confiscate?" Draco laughed loudly. "Your broomsticks didn't end well, did they? The first Whomping Willow was shot to pieces, the second Two are now in chains again—”

"Don't fall for his tricks, Umbridge is still watching over there!" Hermione grabbed Talus who had already drawn out his wand, "Think about it, we have more important things, think about—"

"If I were you, I wouldn't mention the Whooping Willow, at least—in front of her." Harry put the wand already in his hand into his pocket, "From the beginning to the end, you are only immersed in your own happiness, So what right do you have to show off those old things in front of me?"

Draco was silent for a second, and a mocking smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But it's still enough to get you suspended, isn't it?"

"Let's go." I didn't want to hear any more, although I guessed earlier that they were fighting more than because the Weasleys were insulted by that song, I tugged on Hermione's sleeve, "Come on, let's go back to the Great Hall. "

December brings with it the spirit of Christmas in addition to the deep snow, but not everyone is so happy.Ron and Hermione need to spend a lot of time supervising the progress of the decoration of the castle, ensuring that Peeves will not tear off the ribbons they have hung up so hard to make trap belts for junior students; homework is like snow outside the castle day by day The teachers seem to think that the day when the holidays end is the day when we will participate in OWL; Everyone was agitated ("He's agitated, I think he's looking at Umbridge with love in his eyes," muttered Ron); Hermione was too busy knitting a woolen hat , she looked eagerly at me and Ginny, and Ginny hurriedly said she was busy with Michael Corner, and Hermione's sparkling eyes fell on my face.

"I won't." I frustratingly tried to save myself from the wool that somehow trapped me. "I feel like I'm wasting these balls of wool."

"You could be like Ginny and say you're dating so-and-so." Tallus whistled. "I bet there's someone in this common room who'd be more than happy to help, eh Harry!"

This incident ended with me using my wand to cut off all the wool that was entangled in my arms and hair. Hermione who returned to the lounge showed a regretful expression when she saw me in a mess and Crookshanks happily playing with shredded wool. Fortunately, she finally realized that I really have no talent in this kind of thing, and completely liberated me from it.

The DA members almost always go home for Christmas, with Hermione saying she's going home to go skiing with her parents ("Tie two sticks around your legs and slide down the hill! That's fun!" Ron seemed interested), Talus and Harry went back to Godric's Hollow ("Scared me to death, let me spend Christmas in Grimmauld Place. You might as well kill me." Tallus put down the double-sided mirror and turned three times in place to express his joy), I probably Or go to visit Aunt Petunia's family first as in previous years (I really don't want to go, can we really get in at the rate that Cousin Dudley grows in size?), Ron returns to the Burrow to reunite with the family.Therefore, at the last DA meeting before Christmas, everyone seems to have the mood of celebrating Christmas in advance. When the door of the Room of Response is opened, there are a variety of Christmas decorations in addition to bookshelves, practice cushions and instrument racks. Bunches of mistletoe and colored Christmas baubles hung from the ceiling, shooting tiny snowflake decorations at those who entered.

"It's so beautiful," Luna said vaguely. "Is this a Christmas surprise you guys made?"

"I guess the house-elves have been here." Harry pulled a wreath that sang carols loudly from the wall.

"Mistletoe," Luna said in a singing voice, pointing to the large cluster of white berries on my head, "be careful, it often has hooks growing in it."

Angelina wasn't as happy as the others, but it brought good news. The Gryffindor team finally found three substitutes, Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirk to replace the Weasley twins' batting Ginny took the place of Harry's Seeker. She didn't seem particularly satisfied, but she had no choice but to continue to stare at the backs of Harry and the Weasley twins with reproachful eyes to express her condemnation.

Harry's original plan had been to use the session to brush up on previously learned spells, seeing no point in teaching new things before the three-week break, but the objections were soon drowned out.Everyone thinks that after three weeks, they can practice at home away from Umbridge's surveillance ("Anyway, the Ministry of Magic can never tell whether parents are using magic or we are using magic, ha!"), why not teach a little How about something new for everyone as a Christmas present?Harry pondered for a long time, and said, "Let's think about it, everyone has practiced the Disarming Curse, Stunning Curse, Impeding Curse, and Crushing Curse, so—"

"How about the Patronus Charm?" Cedric suggested with a smile, "I'd like to learn something new too."

Everyone immediately became excited, and even Zacharias Smith, who had just complained about Harry's lack of plans, shut up and looked at Harry together.

"Uh, it's not impossible." Harry scratched his hair, "I'll think about it."

I found an empty cushion and sat down, looked up with the others, and waited for Harry to frown slightly and sink into some kind of memory. After a while, he cleared his throat and waved his wand and said, "Call for protection!"

A brilliant silver animal leaped from the tip of Harry's wand, paced silently and gracefully around him, and then strode around the room. It looked like a horse, but With long horns - a deer with silver glitter that matched the Christmas decorations in the house, and with one more wave of Harry's wand, it melted into a thin silver mist and disappeared into the air .

"It's so beautiful!" Patil exclaimed, everyone was eager to learn this beautiful-looking spell immediately, "Are all patron saints like this?"

"Well, everyone's Patronus should be different," Harry explained. "A Patronus is an embodiment of...a positive force that changes according to the wizard's traits."

"So how can we conjure a Patronus?" Fred asked impatiently, they had already got out their wands and were eager to try. "Is it waving the wand like you did just now—Call God to protect you!"

"This spell requires you to focus all your thoughts on a particularly pleasant moment." Harry looked at Fred's unresponsive wand and smiled, "I suggest you find the thing that makes you happiest, This spell is very difficult, and Professor Lupine said that many brilliant wizards may not be able to use it, so everyone should try their best today, and don’t be discouraged even if they fail.”

"Professor Lupine taught you, so you can do it in the third grade?" Smith curled his lips, "How difficult can it be?"

"Then you can try it." Harry ignored his provocation, "Okay, everyone stand up. Now we are in a bright, non-threatening classroom, so I think it should be better than when I faced Bo The dementors transformed by Gert are simpler. The spell is to summon the gods to protect, concentrate on imagining things that make you feel happy-start."

The sound of incantations came one after another in the room, but most people's wands did not respond.On Cedric's third attempt, a cloud of shapeless, silvery-white smoke rose from the tip of his wand, and Cho applauded him excitedly, as if he had succeeded.

"Very well, focus a little more." Harry said beside him, "You're much faster than I was then."

"You also said that there are no dementors here." Cedric shrugged, "Qiu, try it yourself, don't look at me."

"If you don't succeed, you can consider changing the memory." Harry said to the others who seemed a little discouraged because of multiple failures. "Hey, I told you, this spell is much harder than the previous ones. Don't be discouraged."

"I, only, can, change, come out, one, point, point, fog, gas." Hermione became impatient after seeing that Cedric had made progress, she shook her messy hair and frowned. Wrinkle: "Call God to protect you! Call God to protect you!"

"Relax, you don't have to take No.1 every time." Ron quickly added after being glared at by Hermione, "Look! You've created at least a little smoke! We haven't reacted yet!"

"Happy memories—I have so many happy memories, I don't know which one to use." Sitting on the cushion, Talus said with narrowed eyes, "Dad secretly took me and Harry to explore the cave without telling Mom, Encountered a bear, kind of scary, for another...Dad first took me on his motorbike and I had a runny nose for a month, for another... James taught me and Harry to ride a broomstick and almost killed a man A cat—well, I was scolded by my mother. This one is not good, so I will change it to another... Dad said that after I graduated, our family would travel around the world again like he did back then—a flying tin can! And Muggle Solitaire!"

"I think it's best not to say it," said Harry, watching a thin, silvery gleam of light emanating from the tip of Tallus' wand. "Focus in your head."

"I've got a lot of silver mist! Look!" Hermione called Harry anxiously, "Are you close to success—I just felt as if I saw something furry, but only for a moment—Alice, look Reached?"

"Ah, it's possible." I echoed her, "Maybe it was too fast, I didn't see clearly."

Hermione's aggressiveness is a scary thing, she quickly glanced at Cedric who summoned a large cloud of silver smoke, I think if Cedric first conjures a formed Patronus today, she must Will be sulking at himself.

"Have any happier memories?" Harry encouraged her. "I think it's close, just a little bit."

"I was just thinking about the day I received a letter from Hogwarts when I was 11—I didn't know I was a wizard at that time." Hermione took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "What could be better than this Things are happier... I'll think about it—"

"Hey, I can create fog!" Ron happily leaned over, "Have you seen that Harry! I've made progress! Sure enough, memories with you are more useful!"

Until the clock on the wall pointed to [-]:[-], Harry whistled to end today's practice, and almost everyone seemed unsatisfied - Cedric and Hermione were always hovering on the edge of success, and many of them It is believed that they saw the Patronus formed in an instant.

"We will continue to practice next time." Harry's voice was hoarse. "Don't be discouraged. Everyone did a good job today. See you after Christmas."

People left the house in twos and threes as usual, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. Cedric bowed his head and said something to Qiu Zhang. Her face turned red and she twisted her boyfriend's arm violently.I sat on my cushion for a moment in a daze, not even the basic silver mist coming out of the tip of my wand in the past hour. Harry, who was tidying up the cushions, picked up the garland that had been taken down because he kept singing, looked at it for a while, turned around and said to me with a smile: "This garland seems to be the garland from the Christmas ball last year. Just spit out a tarot card—exactly the same as the second one I took last year."

"If Patil hasn't left yet, I might be able to divination for you." I smiled with the corners of my mouth up. The card in his hand has lost the golden light of the Christmas ball, and the letters flickered dimly to form " world".

"I don't believe this." He put the card on the table casually, "What's the matter, you don't look very happy... Is it because you didn't conjure a Patronus, as I said, this spell is quite difficult— —”

I shook my head, buried my face in my knees, and heard Harry's voice approaching me: "Why is that... want to tell me?"

"I just feel...as if all happy memories turn to sadness." I replied vaguely, "I thought of my mother at first, but I haven't written to her for a long time, since—I actually worry about her every day ...and Vivienne, I was really happy when it first appeared on my windowsill...but now I can only think about it...in the rain...and...and when I was a kid— — are no longer there, I can't seem to find anything to make me happy, they're finally..."

"What were you thinking when you made your Patronus?" I looked up at Harry.

"When I conjured up the Patronus for the first time, the memory that came to mind was becoming the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts in a hundred years-in the first year, Professor McGonagall gave me a Nimbus 2000." He said Sitting next to me, he looked at his open palm and answered me.

"But that broom—"

"It was broken because I encountered a dementor in a game, and that was the first time I lost to an opponent on the court." He said calmly, "The dementor has a very strange effect on me. I feel a kind of...unreal, as if the world I live in is not like this, I don't know how to describe this feeling, as if I didn't actually have the company of my parents, I was always alone...real Instead, the world is like an unreal dream, Professor Lupine said that my fear is fear itself, but I think it is the loneliness that scares me."

"Then can you still use that memory to conjure a Patronus now?" I looked at him and asked.

He shook his head: "I thought that no matter how the world changes, the happiness I used to have will not change, but I don't have that ability. Like you, I will think of what happened later, and that memory is just like you. It's useless."

"But I can still conjure a Patronus, because we always... keep having new memories." He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that I didn't realize were already welling up in my eyes, "I conjured a Patronus today. When I was a god, what I thought of was—"

We had a bunch of mistletoe over our heads, and as he moved closer to me and I could see the shadows the light cast on his lashes under his eyes, I suddenly remembered, inappropriately, Luna's words before the rally, as if in a dream, that she What did you say?Watch out for the mistletoe because it's full of... what did she say?

"—You." The hot breath from his lips hit the bridge of my nose, and his voice was as soft as a sigh.

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