Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"Don't worry, I still cherish the lives of my own people." Sisley spread his hands and said.

"Then don't worry, I'll leave first." Dumbledore nodded with a smile and disappeared.

Sisley, who returned to the Leaky Cauldron, noticed that in a corner, several tables were put together to form a large table. Hermione, Ethan, and the Weasley family were all there.

"Come on Sisley, I'm waiting for you!" Hermione stood up and waved her hand towards Sisley and said.

"Here we come!" Sisley nodded and ran over, but after sitting on his seat, he began to slump.

"The best food in China is indeed fast food." Sisley complained softly.

"Then you can't let a big group of us eat burgers around the table, right?" Hermione said softly.

"I know, I'm just complaining, don't take it so seriously." Sisley rolled his eyes.

"By the way, Sisley's book." Ethan said as he watched Sisley and Hermione's chat gradually die down, handing the brown paper bag to Sisley.

"What class did you choose?" Hermione asked.

"Divination, runes, alchemy, and ancient magic, these are the four." Sisley stuffed the brown paper bag into the ring and said.

"That's it, how about you choose them all, and I also have a companion?" Hermione whispered.

"Emmm, yes, yes, but you can't just ask me to take so many extra classes just by saying that, don't you have to give me some indication?" Sisley said in a low voice.

"What do you want? If I'm in a good mood then I'll agree." Hermione blushed and raised her hands to smooth the hair around her ears and whispered.

"You have to give me an accurate answer. What does it mean to be in a good mood? Otherwise, if you are in a bad mood then, wouldn't it be a big mistake for me?" Sisley continued to ask step by step.

"Okay, okay, I agree to everything, okay?!" Hermione reached out and gently pinched Sisley's lower back and said.

"Don't be like the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, who said you can do anything and still ask me to negotiate terms." Sisley shrugged and said.

"I promise this time, can I write it down for you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said.

"Okay." Sisley nodded in surprise after hearing the answer.

"Ehhhhh..." At this moment, Harry suddenly noticed that the ring on Hermione's hand was exactly the same as Sisley's Merlin ring. Before he could finish his sentence, Ron blocked his mouth with a roasted chicken drumstick.

"Harry, you are still young, and sometimes it is best not to speak if you can." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and said.

"Oh..." Harry was eating the chicken drumsticks aggrievedly like a little bitch daughter-in-law.

After eating, Sisley quickly rushed to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and completed all the third grade textbooks before returning home with satisfaction.

"Uh huh huh..." Sisley couldn't stop being silly and happy while lying on the bed, but suddenly he remembered something. He sat up, put on his slippers, and knocked on Ethan's door next door.

"What's wrong with Sisley?" Ethan opened the door and put Sisley in and asked.

"I thought of a way to use pleasure to summon a patron saint. The teacher said it is theoretically possible, but no one has ever practiced it. I came to you to protect me." Ethan sat on the chair next to the desk and said.

"Of course, can we start now?" Ethan nodded.

"Of course, if this is successful, maybe I can publish a paper. I have already thought of the title. It's called [The Feasibility Theory and Practice of Pleasure in Condensing the Patronus]!" Sisley took out his wand excitedly. Get ready for a big fight.

"I'm ready, you go ahead." Ethan nodded and said the wand and grimoire appeared at the right time.

Sisley nodded, recalling the feeling of casting the Cruciatus Curse for the first time in his mind.

A glass cover with a crazily trembling slime in it. The crazy tremors hit Sisley's nerves quickly, causing his face to flush. He softly chanted the spell: "Calling the Gods to protect you!"

Wisps of mist emerged from the tip of the wand. Although there was no qualitative change, it was indeed a little stronger than the previous Patronus Charm.

"It's not enough..." Sisley murmured, withdrew the magic, and started to recall it in his mind again.

In a quiet forest, there lived three carefree and beautiful Veela in a warm and comfortable little house.

They could have lived a happy life, but it was interrupted by two uninvited guests.

One of the uninvited guests raised the sinful wand, and a miserable green arc of electricity surged out of the wand. The three Veelas kept letting out melodious screams...

Until that figure was surrounded by the sense of helplessness that emerged in her heart, the terrifying arc of electricity stopped for a moment. The Veela, who had been tortured and went crazy, used the most basic way of thinking to take revenge and pounced on the figure. Then she felt a chill on her neck, and... He saw the harmless culprit and his own headless body.

At the end of her life, she vaguely saw her favorite granddaughter. Her granddaughter was excellent, beautiful, and filial...

Then came the other two Veela. The figure raised the sinful wand towards them and softly chanted the painful spell: "Heart-breaking!"

Finally, the flames released by another figure swallowed up any trace of the perpetrator and the victim.

In this way, Sisley used the great spell created by the wizard to easily drive them into painful madness, and then took away their lives, just like pulling up weeds on the roadside.

"Haha...hehehe...drill...call for divine protection!" Sisley suppressed his laughter and waved his wand fiercely to chant the spell. Instantly, the tip of the staff lit up with a refreshing silver-white light, with mist constantly overflowing from it.

"I succeeded! It's doable!" Sisley murmured excitedly as he watched the Patronus Charm released by himself.

"It's great, keep going at once!" Ethan encouraged.

"Of course!" Sisley took a deep breath...

In a pure white space....

The weak, pitiful and helpless Sisley lay on the ground.

Tear it apart!

Sisley's originally gorgeous and exquisite wizard robe was torn to pieces, and his shirt was torn into wrinkles. His breathing slowly became rapid, and his face slowly turned red.

His heart beat faster and faster until his neck was scratched by its sharp nails.

Finally, he slowly raised his wand.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The silvery-white light source collapsed again into a thick mist, and began to gather slowly. Just when Sisley was about to see the gathered Patronus clearly, there was a buzzing sound, and the Patronus dispersed and reassembled into a Silvery white light source.

Nothing has changed...