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The news of the sudden appearance of the Dementors in London was not kept under wraps. The next day, Harry saw a photo of a few Dementors hovering over the London Eye in the Daily Prophet.
But when asked about the Azkaban incident,
Foggy still had a non-comment attitude.
At the same time, Dumbledore's attitude was more ambiguous.
His statement was: Don't panic. It seemed to be to cooperate with the old principal.
The Daily Hogwarts, which should have taken the opportunity to make a big news story, only reported the facts that were already confirmed. It only took up a quarter of the page, and the rest of the content was still all kinds of gossip in the school. Harry wasn't sure if Dumbledore and the school's official media were the driving force.
But the mentality inside the Hogwarts was indeed relatively calm. Not many people were thinking about the Azkaban incident in class until Snape taught about the Dementors in advance in class.
Harry belatedly realized that the students who didn't directly experience Voldemort's era.
They didn't know much about the Dementors and Death Eaters.
For example, Ron.
He only knew that the Dementors were the monsters guarding Azkaban. Hermione only knew that they were always wearing a cloak, and that the "mouth" under their hood would suck people's souls.
And the Dementors' kiss was the ultimate punishment in the magic world. Drac knew a little more. "… There's a spell that can fight against the Dementors. My dad told me that the spell can summon the Patronus."
"Expecto, Divine Protector.
Patronum, the spell is called, "Harry said directly.
"But this spell is not something we can master at the moment." Ignoring Hermione's gaze,
Harry felt that it was still within his ability to warn his friends. "But the Dementors also have their weaknesses.
They're all blind.
They can only identify people by smell and emotion.
Therefore, if we can change our smell and seal our feelings, we may be able to escape from the Soul Dementors. Also, Soul Dementors are scary because they can suck away all your happiness and remind you of the most horrible things. The magic of Soul Summoning Guard is based on our powerful and indelible happiness. Therefore, if we run into a Soul Dementor, first of all, do not panic. Then, try your best to recall all your happy memories and release all your positive emotions. That way, we may be able to survive. Happiness is the purest form of white magic. "
"So, when Dumbledore said 'don't panic', he wasn't joking." Ron was stunned.
"But," Pansy did not quite understand, "will we run into Dementors? We're still students. Hogwarts are still very safe, right? "
However, the others, including Neville, remained silent, which made Pansy feel a little embarrassed. In the end, Harry smiled and said, "It's never a bad thing to know more! What happened to us in Grimmau Square was also a complete accident. But if we knew more, at least we wouldn't be so scared. "
Pansy, who was still traumatized by what happened in Grimmau Square, felt that it made sense. He silently memorized the characteristics and weaknesses of the Soul Dementors in his mind. Snape walked past the group of people who were whispering. When he heard what Pansy was mumbling, he secretly glanced at Harry. The child hurriedly pretended to take notes.
After class, Hermione said that she was going to study in the hexagon library. Together with Harry, they said goodbye to their friends and slowly walked out of the castle. Perhaps the heavy rain a few days ago had completely washed away their retinas. As far as the eye could see, everything was green. Wild bees and butterflies danced wildly in the air, chasing after the fragrance that could be seen in the air. It was like a concrete symphony.
Walking in the early summer, Harry's mood was slightly better. Harry did not know whether it was a psychological effect or it was real, but he felt that ever since he was drenched in the rain, his mood had been low, as if it would be difficult for him to be happy again. For this reason, he specially wrote letters to Lupin and Sirius, chatting about daily life. The gentle werewolf sent many greetings and a big box of chocolates, which warmed Harry's heart. The wild and unrestrained godfather talked about his school days, and specially told Harry to send him the photos of any lucky girl he liked. Harry was speechless. At the same time, he could tell that Sirius probably did not know about Bella's escape from prison.
"So, teach me that spell." While Harry was immersed in his own thoughts, Hermione suddenly opened her mouth. "You should know how to summon God's Protector, right?" The little witch looked at Harry seriously. "Teach me, I can teach them."
Harry was stunned for a moment. Then, he smiled and nodded gently. "Okay!"
At night, in the Obligatory Room, which was set as an empty classroom, Hermione followed Harry's instructions and channeled her mana through the wand. At the same time, she concentrated on recalling her childhood. Then, she shouted "Summon God's Protector" in a clear voice. But in the end, she could only release a blurry white mist. Her face was immediately filled with disappointment.
Harry saw this and quickly comforted her. "You're already very good. You've only practiced for an hour!"
Of course, Hermione was not satisfied. After resting for a while and adjusting her state of mind, she tried a few more times. But still, she could not make the Protector take shape. She had to give up temporarily. She turned to Harry and asked, "What kind of animal is your Protector?" She was really curious. Harry did not belong to the four academies. He had the optimism and recklessness of a lion, and the loyalty and kindness of a badger. In addition, if Hermione was not wrong, the boy actually had the rationality of an eagle and the darkness of a snake. So, what kind of shape would his Protector take?
Harry blinked and said without hiccups, "It's a deer …"
"Deer?" Hermione was a little surprised. "How could it be a deer?"
A haze flashed across Harry's white and clean face. "Ah, it might have something to do with my father's Animagus. His Animagus looks like a deer …"
Of course, Hermione would not dwell on the topic related to Harry's parents for too long. So, she stopped talking. The two of them, one guiding the other practicing. Although Hermione was unable to make the Protector take shape in the end, Harry said some other obscure but interesting and practical spells. It was enough for the smartest little witch to study for a few nights.
"Well … Don't be too anxious about the Protector. That kind of thing still depends on the feeling. But anyway, the spells that our Hermione can't use haven't been invented yet! " Harry remembered Haig's words as he walked and couldn't help but joke. Although Hermione rolled her eyes, it was obvious that she was in a much better mood.
It was getting late. Harry sent Hermione back to the Gryffindor Tower. Then, he put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked down the stairs, intending to return to the Union Building. Hogwarts at night were quiet and serene. There was no gloominess that was unique to ancient castles. Harry suddenly had the mood to go for a night tour. Using the Invisibility Cloak as cover, he ran wildly in the castle without any scruples. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridors, scaring the ghosts hiding in the dark and the portraits that were not yet asleep.
"Haha …" Harry saw a knight who was frightened by the ghostly footsteps and rode his horse past a row of portraits. He couldn't help but snicker. Then, he stopped his prank and planned to go downstairs. But when it was quiet, he found that there was another strange sound in the empty castle.
It was a thin singing voice that came from the end of the corridor. The echo was faint, and it sounded a bit like a horror movie. Harry was also stunned for a moment before he slowly walked over. He thought to himself, "Could it be that Myrtle has developed a new hobby?" But when he walked through the shadow of the pillar and saw the red-haired girl sitting on the windowsill, Harry's slightly relieved mood couldn't help but sink again.
"Ginny." Harry walked over and climbed up the windowsill to sit beside Ginny. He also stretched out his legs and hung them over the wall.
"Hey, Harry!" Ginny's voice sounded much happier than Harry's. He even saw that Ginny was holding a silver-white conch in her hand.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked why Ginny was here, not why she was here at night. He knew that Ginny often climbed to the top of the castle tower. This was not a secret in Hogwarts. Weisles's youngest daughter and Lovegood's daughter, a pair of crazy girls.
"Ah …" Ginny also knew what Harry was asking. She smiled and replied, "I was going to go to the top of the building, but I saw you taking a walk here, so I wanted to talk to you."
The girl was not wearing a robe. Instead, she was wearing a strange outfit that was somewhere between a robe and a skirt. It was like a piece of cloth that was randomly wrapped around her body. It did not completely cover the shocking flames on her back.
What was she talking about? Phoenix River? Harry gloomily found that Ginny's long hair was extremely red. Even in the night, it was clearly red. It was a sharp contrast to her white face and clean bare feet.
Harry didn't ask, but Ginny had already understood and shook her head. She then smiled sincerely and pointed Harry to the sky. From this angle, the night sky wasn't cut by the increasingly dense leaves. It was a complete canopy with a crescent moon embedded in it. The moon wasn't complete, but it still emitted enough silver light that seeped into the impure darkness, changing and flowing.
"Harry, look!" Ginny held out a hand and motioned Harry to look carefully. "I have been observing for a long time. Every time the crescent moon appeared, there was always a particularly bright star beside her. They were very close, but night after night, the moon became more and more complete, and the distance between her and the star became farther and farther …"
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. He did find the particularly bright star beside the crescent moon. The two were quite close to each other. From the way they interacted, it seemed that they were whispering to each other.
Ginny showed an unbelievably bright smile. "Later, I checked the astrological chart of divination and found that the star was Venus, the second planet in the solar system and the closest neighbor of the earth. Its whereabouts were always uncertain. It always appeared at dusk and disappeared at dawn. In the east, the Chinese called it 'Chang Geng' at dusk and 'Qiming' at dawn. The ancient Romans called it Venus, and the Greeks called it Aphrodite. Both were goddesses of love and beauty. But, Harry, it also has a Greek name, and the ancient Greeks, as they called it, figuratively, the Wanderer... '
The treacherous star was twinkling beside the moon, but it was moving in its own orbit. It had already made a gesture of farewell to the moon.
Ginny had a pair of clean, bare feet, swaying gently in the air, leaving white and thin arcs, as if stepping on invisible waves.
Harry looked at Ginny in horror and blurted out the words in his mind. "No … Ginny, you can't go! You can't go now! "
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