Ravenclaw's Sapphire

Chapter 42 The Vanishing Banban

"Call God Guard!"

Until the end of get out of class, Zoe kept trying to establish contact with her patron saint, but even a little bit of results did not appear. In the end, she could only hold her headache and left Snell in a daze. Pu's office.

She really couldn't find the reason for her failure. She did everything she should do theoretically perfectly. Maybe the memory she chose couldn't resonate?She also made changes, from her meeting with Dumbledore to her life at Malfoy's house, and even finally changed to the summer vacation she spent with Hermione, but she was somewhat guilty of that memory, and maybe this also affected her. to the casting of the Patronus Charm.

Several days have passed, and she would fall asleep every time she was tired, but it still had no effect.Learning the Patronus Charm was like an insurmountable hurdle. She had no confidence in it at all, so she could only increase the amount of practice and practice independently after class, which Snape had strictly forbidden her to do.

"Zoe...Zoe...Professor Bubbaji is calling you." Hermione pushed her drowsy deskmate, and Zoe nodded her head up and down unconsciously, taking half of the notes in her hand. The nib of the pen accidentally rested on the note and drew a distorted line.Because of the sudden drowsiness in the middle of the class, she didn't even have time to let the quill record by itself.

"Zoe!" Hermione called her in a low voice again, a little harder this time.Zooey trembled violently, and immediately raised her head: "Hmm!" Unclear words were mumbled in her mouth.

Professor Bubaji was very kind. Seeing Zoe looking at her blankly, he repeated the question.Zooey lowered her head slowly, her mind was still not fully awake, her eyes kept sweeping back and forth on the textbook.

"No. 70 page eight, the third paragraph begins..." Hermione was helpless, seeing other people's attention was also attracted, she hurriedly said to Zoe.

Blinking her eyes, she seemed a little more awake, and according to Hermione's prompt, Zoe finally answered Professor Bubaji's question satisfactorily.

After sitting down, Hermione seemed to be taking notes seriously, and her lips moved quietly: "What's wrong? I don't have any energy at all."

"Huh? I've been practicing spells recently..." Zoe opened her mouth silently and yawned, "But there's no progress at all."

"Spell?" Hermione was clearly interested.

"Yeah, the Patronus Charm." Zooey heard a low exclamation from Hermione.

"This is an advanced spell, Zoe! Snape actually asked you to learn this spell..." Hermione comforted her, "Don't be in a hurry, you have to learn this kind of advanced spell slowly."

However, the nature of the Patronus Charm is actually different from other advanced spells. To cast it, the most important qualification is the firm spirit rather than the depth of magic power. It is also possible that a child with a three-day wand can learn it", and "Merlin may not be able to learn it (in fact, this legendary wizard knows the Patronus Charm)".

But Zooey didn't explain this to her in detail. Hermione was kind enough to comfort her, and what she said were all the steps that must be experienced in learning magic spells.Only she herself knows why she is obsessed with calling out her patron saint—it is a vague illusion, but Zooey knows that it is the most real thought in her heart: If you can't find your own patron saint, is it a dream? Doesn't it mean that even she doesn't like herself, does it mean that she actually thinks that she has no reason to exist?

She can only try out in her non-stop imagination, Snape's profound words, Margaret's hesitation, Barbara's hot and cold attitude, and Dumbledore... At this time, she will enter a vicious circle of self-doubt, and naturally it is even more impossible to successfully cast the spell.

*****

On Saturday, the weather was getting colder and colder.The howling wind almost uprooted the big trees (if you listen carefully, you will find that there are really crackling and snapping trees coming from the direction of the Forbidden Forest), and the people in the castle can even clearly hear the sound of the wind hitting the outer wall of the castle. The sound, there is still the low rumbling thunder in the distance, maybe the next moment there will be wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

In such weather, the students are still talking about the upcoming Quidditch match with great enthusiasm. After the long-term training and running-in of the two teams, whether it is Gryffindor or Slytherin, they are very confident. .Especially after Margaret took office, several short meetings were held to express the unbearable serious injuries that violators may suffer.

"So why are these muscular athletes willing to compete in such bad weather?" Zoe glanced at the captains of the two teams who were mobilizing before the game, and muttered as she picked up the broccoli on the plate.

"Of course it's for hard work, friendship, and victory." Luna leaned her umbrella against the corner of the table, "as well as glory and the usual grievances... Today's weather is indeed a bit bad, but it's not impossible to watch with an umbrella."

She turned to look at Zooey again: "You really don't plan to watch the game? I think Malfoy will be very dissatisfied if he finds out."

"To be honest, I would go if it was sunny today, but the weather is too bad... I can use this time to practice the Patronus Charm."

"Still no progress at all?" Zooey nodded gloomily.

"And I don't know how to improve it at all, even if Professor Snape told me the point, I can't get in touch with it..." she said frustrated.

"I even think I can find two dementors to see if they can wake up my patron saint in the presence of dementors." But this proposal has long been rejected by herself, knowing that dementors Even if the fog has no effect on her, the threat that dementors pose to most people is nothing to her.

"But of course I am very concerned about Draco's game, you can tell me after watching it."

Luna nodded, this is not a very difficult thing.

*****

Harry was lying on the bed in the infirmary, his mind was empty, the zenith in his eyes seemed to be twisting and collapsing, Harry's hand was tightly clutching the bed sheet, his heart was heavy, guilt and unwillingness occupied his whole heart.Thinking of what his teammates said when they came to visit him, even though Malfoy did not catch the golden snitch in the end, and the result of this match was decided to cancel the rematch after discussion, he still couldn't bear that he would be killed because of the appearance of the dementor. The thing about dropping the broom.

You must know that this is Wood's last House Cup at Hogwarts, and they all want to win. In the first year, he and his companions seized the victory together. Of course, he wants to feel such a strong joy. When he is in When the sky is flying, he will feel free, feel that the sky and the stadium are his home, and they need him as well, not to mention the audience screaming at his superb skills.

But he couldn't get rid of the dementor's influence on him, couldn't get rid of the screams that came directly in his head, the screams of women and the screams of men... His mother tried to protect him, begged Voldemort not to do anything to him Harry seemed to be able to recall her mother's pleading in his mind... And Voldemort, he came, came to reap the lives of a family, his father and his mother, and then there was Harry himself, Voldemort was laughing, he was very Proud, he is about to succeed...

How much he wanted to go back to that broken time through these memories, so that he might be able to rush to help his mother, don't kill her, don't do anything to her!All he could remember was howling, replaying his mother's screams over and over again in despair.He couldn't accept this, and therefore couldn't stop the dementors from invading.

Not to mention his broom... Harry looked down, remembering the sad news they had told him about Angelina, that Nimbus 2000 - his longtime comrade in arms - was broken into pieces as he fell from the sky It happened to fall on the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts at that time, and was broken mercilessly by the tree.

This is not one of the worst things, he keenly discovered that the conflict between Ron and Hermione broke out again, starting this year-mainly after Hermione took in Crookshanks, the dispute surrounding the two Pets, Ron and Hermione have had many quarrels, big and small. Except for the conflict in Hogsmeade some time ago (the two of them continued to get along with a stiff attitude in the end), the two have always been relatively restrained. , that's all because Crookshanks failed to catch Banban no matter how hard he tried.

But after Harry fell off the broom this time, just like the increasingly bitter cold wind, although the two came into the infirmary to visit together, they both had cold faces, and they were unwilling to give each other a second of attention. .They must have had an argument before, Harry thought.It seemed that his judgment was not wrong. Although the two were also worried about Harry's body, they kept attacking each other with barbed words both in and out of words.

Hermione couldn't stand it at last, and stood up abruptly (Harry shuddered), opening her mouth as if she wanted to yell at Ron directly, but finally forced herself to bear it, considering that this was the infirmary.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, Ron..." Harry found her voice choking slightly, "Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery."

When Hermione slammed the door shut, Harry looked at Ron, who had been holding his arms angrily. From just now, Ron regarded himself as a sculpture that couldn't speak. When Hermione left, he didn't even He didn't even look at her, let alone greet her.

"What's going on?" Harry was somewhat annoyed, the loss of the game and the broken broom were enough to upset people, "Can't you stop arguing?"

"Ask her yourself why I'm angry!" It's okay not to mention it, Ron burst out, "It's all that damn cat! Can't she lock it in the bedroom? Why does it have to be Free access to the lounge!"

"Crookshanks? What's the matter with it?" Harry asked suspiciously. To be honest, he did agree that Crookshanks had extraordinary curiosity about Scabbers, and he had never seen him catch other mice.

"That crazy cat! Better not let me catch it!" Ron growled, and then he suddenly covered his face and lowered his head in frustration, "Scabbets is dead, Harry."

"What?!" Harry couldn't help being surprised.

"It's dead and eaten by that crazy cat," said Ron. "I can't find Scabbers anywhere but the blood on the bed and that crazy cat's fur."

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