Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Watching Malfoy leave with high morale, Harry couldn't help but grin.

Malfoy was still so straightforward.

His troubles came and went quickly.

How wonderful!

If only my problems were as simple as Malfoy's.

Just as Harry was lost in thought, Sebastian's gaze turned to him.

"Harry, what about you? I can sense that your emotions are very chaotic. It seems you have some unusual worries."

Harry took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down: "Today on the Hogwarts Express, I was attacked by Dementors......"

"I know, we received a message from Lupin," Sebastian said gently. "Dumbledore was extremely angry. He sent a Howler to Minister for Magic Fudge right away."

"I heard that you were the only one who stood up to fight the Dementors at the time. I must say, you are very brave."

Hearing the professor's praise, Harry scratched his head in embarrassment.

"At that time, I felt extreme danger and remembered what I learned in Auror training: strike first."

"It's just that my magic had no effect on the Dementors at all. Even more embarrassing, I fainted."

"Don't blame yourself. Faced with unknown danger, and unable to avoid it, your response was very decisive," Sebastian affirmed.

"It's just that Dementors are a very special kind of being. Ordinary magic has no effect on them. Once you learn how to deal with them, everything will become much simpler."

So that's how it is!

Harry nodded, feeling much better in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, his voice becoming low and tense.

"Professor, I don't understand. When facing the Dementors, why was I the only one who fainted?"

"Also, when I fainted, I heard a woman's voice. She was screaming."

"I asked Hermione and them, and found that I was the only one who heard that scream, as if I was hallucinating."

"But that scream was extremely real, and..." Harry paused, "I felt that the voice was very familiar."

Harry's breathing became slightly rapid.

For some reason, every time he recalled this voice, his chest felt tight.

He looked at Sebastian anxiously, hoping that he could help him analyze it.

Sebastian's gaze fell on Harry. He pondered for a moment and said considerately.

"Harry, Dementors are dark creatures. They have no eyes, but they can keenly sense our emotions."

"Their bodies are like old cloaks, almost without substance, as if they are just empty shells."

"The most terrifying thing is their mouths—hidden under the cloak, those are the organs they use to suck souls."

Suck souls?!

Harry listened attentively. Thinking of the Dementors he encountered on the train, he felt a sense of discomfort.

"They are cold, terrifying beings."

"When Dementors approach, the surrounding air becomes chillingly cold, as if they have taken away all warmth and happiness."

"You will feel despair, as if there is nothing in the world worth looking forward to anymore."

"That's because Dementors usually live by sucking the hope, joy, and happiness of others, and then leaving behind depression and despair."

Harry couldn't help but clench the armrest of the chair. The cold and suffocating feeling in his memory resurfaced, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"You fainted after encountering the Dementors," Sebastian said slowly, his gaze becoming deeper, "That's because you are particularly sensitive to them."

Particularly sensitive?

Why is that?

Harry looked at Sebastian, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

Sebastian sighed softly, a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Dementors especially like to bully those who have experienced great pain and trauma."

"The happiness of these people is the ultimate delicacy for them."

"And you, Harry... You lost your parents at a young age, and witnessed them being killed by Voldemort. The pain and trauma deep in your heart are deeper than many people's."

"Because of these reasons," Sebastian continued to explain, "Dementors will be strongly attracted to you."

"They can not only sense your pain, but also make those painful memories surface, making you relive those darkest moments."

"Your soul was strongly stimulated, and under the body's self-protection mechanism, you fainted."

Harry's chest suddenly tightened, as if grasped by some invisible force.

He closed his eyes, and a green light, a scream, and a woman's cry vaguely appeared in his mind.

"Let me relive the darkest moments..." Harry said in a low voice, with a hint of trembling.

"So, the woman who screamed, is it my mother?"

Sebastian nodded gently: "Yes, Harry."

"That is the deepest trauma in your heart—your mother died that night to protect you, and her scream is deeply imprinted in your memory and soul."

Hearing Sebastian's confirmation, Harry felt a pain in his heart, and his whole person fell into deep sorrow.

Sure enough, my guess was correct, that was my mother's voice.

No wonder I felt that the voice was familiar.

No wonder that voice contained deep entreaty.

Was my mother begging Voldemort to spare my life?

My heart hurts so much!

I never want to hear my mother's screams at the time of her death again.

After a moment of silence, Harry raised his head again, looking at Sebastian with firm eyes.

"Professor, I never want to faint again because of seeing Dementors."

"So, can you teach me how to resist Dementors? Just like Professor Lupin drove away the Dementors on the train."

Sebastian nodded: "That is the only spell that can resist Dementors, a very advanced spell—the Patronus Charm."

"This magic is very complex, so complex that many qualified wizards encounter difficulties when using it."

Advanced magic?

Very difficult?

Harry opened his mouth, just about to say that he was not afraid of any difficulties, when he heard Sebastian continue to say.

"Given the special circumstances this year, I think it is necessary to have all students learn the Patronus Charm in the dueling club."

"Although it is very difficult to learn, I have mastered special teaching techniques."

"I am confident that most students will master the Patronus Charm, so that everyone will not be afraid of encountering Dementors outside the campus."

"Patronus Charm..." Harry silently repeated the name of the spell.

It seems that I can check the relevant information before the dueling club training.

In any case, I must master this spell as soon as possible.

Looking at the preoccupied Harry, Sebastian took out a bottle of Dreamless Sleep Potion, took a drop and added it to the Coke in front of Harry.

"Harry, you have experienced too much today, you need to empty your mind and have a good rest."

"Take a couple of sips of Coke and go to sleep."

"Good night~~"

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