hogwarts shady

Three days have passed since Christmas.

Ryan still remembers the way Justin hugged the railing of the car and cried for his father and mother. It only took a second for the untouched little wizard to go from wailing to his eyes losing their brightness.

In the end, Ryan, who was still dumbfounded, helped Justin, who was as soft as noodles, out of the car and handed him into the hands of the housekeeper.

When they parted, Justin had tears in his eyes and confessed to Ryan in a sincere tone, saying that he would never bet on his good brother again.

No matter how Ryan explained it, Justin seemed to believe that all this was because he had previously bet that Ryan could not get out of Snape's office.

In the end, Ryan had no choice but to let him misunderstand.

How pitiful, he really just wanted Justin to experience the excitement of the Knight Bus!

Now it seems that this little wizard is not only afraid of heights, but also a little afraid of speed.

Thinking of this, Ryan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth happily.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he waved his magic wand and whispered: "Call the gods to protect you!"

Wisps of silver threads floated out from the top of the wand and quickly dissipated in the air.

Ryan sighed. He didn't know why he got stuck on the curse of calling for divine protection.

After going home and enjoying Christmas dinner with his parents the day before yesterday, he had already tried to grasp the feeling of happiness from the heart and performed the first practice of invoking the guardian spirit.

Lane predictably failed, but he was undeterred.

He tried to use different memories to awaken happy emotions, and deliberately corrected some minor deviations in the wand gestures and pronunciation of the spell. Even the small click of the tongue in the spell was imitated very standard.

Yet he failed.

Not to mention the patron saint, not even the white mist that could stop the dementors was released.

Shouldn't it?Ryan scratched his scalp. He checked various books about the Guardian God in the library and knew that the key point was to recall a happy memory in order to release the Guardian God Spell.

He was happy enough now, but the Patronus Charm still didn't work.

Ryan frowned. Could it be that his dopamine was inferior to others and he couldn't effectively guide the Patronus Charm?

This makes no sense, because even an old witch like Umbridge can gather the Patronus through the pleasure of torturing people, which shows that the basis of the Patronus Curse is only emotion.

Although it is not yet clear why a dark wizard cannot cast the Patronus Curse, Ryan asked himself that he was definitely not a dark wizard.

He hasn't even found time to study black magic yet!

Ryan tried a few more times, and when the pleasure running through his body dissipated, he put down the wand.

The problem most likely does not lie with him, because Ryan can still accurately perceive the flow of magic power when waving the wand. This flow has no sense of stagnation, and is no different from the situation when Ryan mastered other magic spells before.

And when the words "Invoking God Guard" were spoken, Ryan could also feel the magic wrapped in some inexplicable substances spraying out from the tip of the staff, and these inexplicable substances would be pulled into thin pieces in the process of the flow of magic. Silver thread.

During the whole process of casting the spell, Ryan did not feel any difficulty, but he felt that his emotions seemed a little weak.

However, emotional matters cannot be solved by practice.

This makes Ryan a little depressed, because he can't figure out what he lacks emotionally. He can intercept a lot of happy memories in the past and present life at will, and the concentration of mental power can be achieved entirely by relying on Occlumency.

While Ryan was distressed, there was a knock on the door of his room, and Bach in a suit and ties walked in.

"Ryan, mom and dad are leaving. You are home alone. Remember to take care of yourself." Bach straightened his tie and said.

"Have a nice trip, dad." Ryan replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I can live a good life alone, and I will go back to school in one week."

Bach stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath: "Ryan, what spell did you use? When I walked into your room, I felt a lot brighter."

"A magic spell related to happiness." Ryan did not elaborate. "Okay, don't delay any longer. If you miss the plane, it will cost you a lot of trouble."

Bach nodded: "Remember to bring some food to Grandma Shahar next door every day. She treats you as her own grandson."

"Don't worry, I remember all these things." Ryan nodded, "Mom is calling you."

"Then let's set off." Bach took another deep breath into the room and showed a comfortable smile, "See you in the summer vacation, Ryan."

He closed the door to the room.

Bach and Valerie would occasionally go to Lane's grandma's house to spend the New Year at this time, depending on where their grandparents were during the Spring Festival every year. Like this year, Lane's grandfather accompanied her grandma back to her hometown.

Bach and the others had to take a plane to Shanghai, and then travel a lot before they could reach a small town in the south.

Due to the long distance and many bumps in the road, Ryan's winter vacation was not long, so he did not go back to visit his grandparents with his parents this time.

In fact, Ryan has always had the urge to return to his hometown in his previous life to see if there are any traces of his parents in his previous life.

However, he rejected his idea every time.

Instead of facing an exact answer, it is better to leave a beautiful thought.

He took a breath and swept these scattered thoughts out of his mind.

Ryan put his wand back into the holster on his waist, went downstairs and entered the kitchen, taking out the ingredients from the cabinet and processing them.

His parents are not at home, so he doesn't need to cook much.

However, considering that there was an old lady next door who needed to be taken care of, Ryan still made lunch for two.

The neighbor's old lady is Marcia Shalha, an old Jewish woman who lost her only child.

It is said that her husband and two sons died in World War II. However, she never seemed to be beaten down by life and smiled every day.

Thanks to Europe's good welfare system, she finally settled down on Iris Road, where she could barely live alone.

As the area around Iris Road continues to be developed, this area is becoming more and more lively.

The neighbors are all warm-hearted and good people. After hearing about Mrs. Salha's misfortune, they are also willing to support her. Every household will send something to the old lady every once in a while.

After Bach and Valerie got married, they bought their current house. They would often visit Mrs. Salha's house and clean for her.

After Ryan was born, the old lady was even more happy.She always walks tremblingly to the yard and greets herself with a smile.

Sometimes Mrs. Marcia would use her small living allowance to buy some candies to make Ryan happy.

This is a respectable and strong old lady.

Ryan put out the fire on the stove, packed the prepared meals in boxes, then jumped down from the small stool and took off his apron.

A "clean up" and the stove and clothes become clean.

The convenience of magic is really hard to put down.

Ryan put away his wand and while mentally thinking about how to find out how the Ministry of Magic traces worked, he carried the box and walked out of the house.

He crossed the grass between the two houses and came to Madame Marcia's little house.

Ryan knocked on the door and shouted: "Mrs. Marcia, I'm here to deliver lunch!"