HP Dawn Night

This year is Flint's last year at school. In order to draw a perfect end to his career as the captain of the academy team, Flint tailor-made more than a dozen sets of combat plans for the Slytherin team. Ryffindor wins the House Cup.

Neither the wind nor the rain could stop the Slytherin team from frantic tactical training.The good news is that Warrington, who replaced Pusey, quickly integrated into the group and cooperated with the rest of the team.But Derek and Bol didn't go so well -- they were the Seekers Flint picked to replace Draco.

"Anyway, I think we're going to be very promising this year." Flint left Blaise and me behind after practice one night, "You two have been playing well together, as long as you play normally in the game. "

"When's the first game?" Blaise asked.

"After Halloween," Flint said, looking up at the sky as the icy rain poured down his head, and Flint cursed. "Just hope it won't be so bad."

Blaise and I returned to the common room, stiff from the cold, only to find it buzzing with joy.

"Any good news?" I collapsed on the couch by the fire, my forearm muscles aching and sore.

"Vio, you must be overtrained and dumb," Pansy pointed to a newly posted notice on the bulletin board. "Late October, just before Halloween. It's this weekend—first trip to Hogsmeade! "

"Great." I cheered up. "Who did you decide to go with, Pansy?"

"Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw." Pansy turned to Blaise, "What about you?"

"Coincidentally, she is also from Ravenclaw College." Blaise smiled lightly, "Lisa Dupin, the brunette girl in our grade."

"But I remember you once asked Padma Patil, they are classmates." Pansy said mockingly.

Blaise shrugged indifferently: "That doesn't hinder anything. In fact, I want to say that Mandy Brocklehurst from their academy is also good."

Pansy narrowed her eyes: "Brace, by the year we graduate, how many girls in Hogwarts will not suffer from your scourge?"

"First of all, I absolutely keep a distance from Gryffindor." Blaise said solemnly, crossing his fingers. "Secondly, I generally don't have anything to do with Slytherin girls, unless there are exceptions."

Panxi raised his chin silently, not intending to continue talking about this topic.

"So, Vio—"

"Violet, Professor Snape asked you to go to his office." Millicent Burst came and said to me.She seems to have gained a little weight, probably because she is in a better mood recently, and I found that her cheeks look much rosier than before.

"Ah, ok, I see. Thank you." I yawned and struggled reluctantly on the sofa, and suddenly remembered that today is Friday, so I cried angrily, "I forgot to return tonight There are extracurricular tutoring."

"I want to learn the Patronus Charm too." Pansy looked at me enviously.

"That's because you haven't had Quidditch practice in the rain." I grabbed my cloak, which had been warmed by the fire, "Brace, tell me there's no Quidditch practice tomorrow night."

Blaise looked thoughtfully at the torrential rain outside the window, and then said to me with a smile: "I'm sorry, it seems there is."

The road leading to the underground office was silent, I pushed open the door of the office: "Dad?"

nobody.

I took off my cloak and hung it on a hook behind the door, when I noticed a cauldron standing in the office, emitting foul-smelling, choking fumes.

I walked over to have a look, and the dark potion in there didn't look very pleasant at all.And I've never seen this potion before.

"Wolf Potion." Dad appeared in the office at some point, "but our focus today is not on potions."

"Patronus Charm," I muttered.

"Since it is impossible for us to catch a dementor and bring it back for practice, your task is much easier." Dad drew out his wand and demonstrated, "The Patronus Charm is a profound spell, remember the one that is close to the dementor Do you feel it?"

I couldn't help shivering: "It's very cold, as if I remembered a lot of unpleasant things."

"That's right." Dad nodded, "Therefore, when summoning the Patronus, you need to imagine pleasant memories in your mind, and you must focus all your thoughts on a particularly pleasant moment for the spell to take effect. "

"Why is the Dementor helpless against the Patronus? I thought it could suck all the happiness away." I asked nervously.

"The Patronus can't feel despair, it can act like a shield between you and the dementors. But I must reiterate one point: this spell is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards, it may be too advanced for you, Many wizards much better than you have failed the Patronus Charm."

"What does a Patronus look like?" I asked curiously.

"Each Patronus is unique to the wizard who created it."

"What's your Patronus like?" I asked a lot.

My father glanced at me indifferently: "Excess curiosity will only affect your vigilance and judgment." But he still waved the wand in his hand: "Call God to protect you!"

A cloud of silvery-white gas erupted from the wand head, and then a deer-like animal fell to the ground, and it disappeared after running around the underground office a few times.

"You also heard what the spell is—Call for Guardian." Dad cleared his throat, "Okay, now focus on the pleasant memories."

I racked my brains desperately trying to think of the happiest moment.It was a tough choice to be honest, and in the end, I was reminded of the euphoric feeling I had when I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

"Guardian!" I forced my mind back to when the owl stormed into the home lab, "Guardian - er, sorry - Guardian!"

A wiggly wisp of silvery-white gas spewed from the wand tip.

"Are you sure you chose the happiest memory?" Dad looked suspiciously at the cloud of smoke that seemed to disappear at any moment.

"...Well, let me think about it again." Then I remembered that at the end of last year, Pan Xi was finally no longer petrified. At that time, I was so excited that I was about to cry, "Call God to protect you! Call God to protect you!"

This time, the thin smoke expanded into a ball, hanging in the void.

"You'd better try again," said Dad slowly. "You're not thinking about pleasant enough things, that's why."

I slowly lowered my wand: "I'm not sure."

Dad didn't seem too surprised by this outcome, or at least he seemed fully expected.

"It's not uncommon for the first practice to have something like this happen," he said. "You have to consider that it's a completely different feeling when the real dementor is standing in front of you. So you need to intercept a very pleasant , a very happy memory so that it might work."

I nodded.

"Be careful when you go to Hogsmeade." Dad instructed.

Before closing the door, I saw Dad lean over to add something to the cauldron again.But why did he boil wolf potion?

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So the next chapter is going to Hogsmeade~ But there will be a small episode in the middle~