Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian asked with a smile instead of answering Neville's question directly.

"Neville, even though your parents' souls are broken, will they still show some love to you?"

An act of love?

Neville's eyes lit up and he blurted out, "Yes, my mother always gives me the Super Bubble Gum wrappers as gifts."

"That's right," Sebastian nodded, "This is the love for you that is engraved deep in their souls."

"You need to use your Patronus to convey extremely strong emotions in response to their love, activating the instincts of all soul fragments and allowing them to spontaneously gather together."

"like this."

As he spoke, he waved his wand again, and the puppet fragments on the ground slowly gathered together and turned into a puppet full of cracks.

"Then, use your patron saint to warm their souls and perform permanent repairs on their souls."

Under Sebastian's control, the cracks on the doll slowly disappeared and gradually became smooth and flat.

Neville suddenly understood and completely understood the treatment process of his parents.

He looked into Sebastian's eyes, revealing a strong desire to learn.

"Of course, those are still a bit far for you." Sebastian patted Neville's shoulder.

"The first step you need to take now is to learn how to use the Patronus to heal the most basic soul cracks."

"In order to speed up your learning progress, let's get straight to the point."

Practical operation?!

You have to find someone with a wounded soul first.

But where can I find such a person to practice with?

Neville gritted his teeth, stood up and patted his chest.

"Professor, you can tear my soul apart and let me practice with my own soul."

"I'm not afraid of pain!"

What a shocking train of thought!

You are not afraid of pain, but I am afraid of problems.

If people knew that I tore apart my students' souls, I would lose my position as a professor.

How did this guy come up with the idea of ​​using himself as an experiment?

Headache!

In order to prevent Neville from saying anything else that would make people's hearts stop, Sebastian spoke quickly.

"Don't worry, I've already prepared someone to practice with."

As he spoke, he opened a special black box in the corner of the office, took out a special pet cage and placed it in front of Neville: "Use this mouse to practice."

Neville looked at the mouse in the cage and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to him.

This seems to be...

Spotted?

"Professor," Neville looked puzzled, "Isn't this Ron's Scabbers?"

"I remember you bought it for research. Is it appropriate for me to use it for experiments?"

“Will it affect your research?”

"Don't worry," Sebastian smiled gently and said casually, "I'm just using its blood for research at most."

"And your experiment uses its soul. Not only will we not interfere with each other, but we can also make the best use of it."

Before Neville could react, the rat in the cage began jumping up and down frantically.

Banban was extremely panic-stricken.

Soul experiment?

Can this kind of experiment be done casually? !

And letting such an unreliable little wizard do it is asking for his own life!

I remember clearly how clumsy this little guy named Neville was.

Asshole, a rat’s life is also a life.

Let me go, I want to go back to Ron!

"Professor," Neville said reluctantly, "Scabbers seems to understand what we said. It's scared."

hehe--

There is a wizard's soul inside this mouse, of course it would be afraid.

"Easy." Sebastian opened the mouse cage, then waved his wand and shot a spell at Banban who was fleeing frantically.

"Everything is forgotten!"

In an instant, Banban forgot everything he had just heard.

It lay on the ground in a daze, unable to figure out how it had escaped from the cage.

Before it could observe its surroundings, the light of the stun spell hit it.

"Look, it's not afraid now." Sebastian said to Neville with a smile.

"Of course, this is not safe. The pain of having one's soul torn apart is extremely intense. Banban will definitely wake up again."

"In the spirit of humanitarianism, we can let it sleep more peacefully."

Sebastian controlled the mouse to fly in front of the two people, then took out a bottle of water of life and death and poured it into the mouse's mouth.

"Okay, no matter how hard we torture this mouse, it won't wake up."

Neville was stunned at Sebastian's skillful technique.

It turns out that this is how it can be done. It really broadens my horizons.

He couldn't help swallowing and thinking wildly in his mind.

Professor Swan is good in every way, except that he looks scary sometimes.

This set of techniques seems a bit like the dark wizard in the story.

"Neville, I need to use the Cruciatus Curse to tear a crack in the mouse's soul. If you can't bear it, you can turn around first."

Cruciatus Curse?

This is the spell that the Death Eaters used to torture their own parents.

Neville's heart trembled, and he quickly turned his head and covered his ears with his hands.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

All of a sudden, the unconscious Banban let out a shrill squeak.

The sound was so penetrating that it passed through Neville's hands and went straight into his ears.

His brows were knitted together in pain.

Did their parents scream like this when the Death Eaters tortured them?

Just when Neville was about to collapse, Sebastian patted his shoulder.

"The teaching aids are ready for you. Let's start today's practice."

Looking at Banban who was still twitching in coma, Neville felt a little bit reluctant.

If Ron saw this, I wonder how sad he would be. I wonder if he would regret selling Scabbers to the professor.

However, thinking of his parents lying in St. Mungo's, he forced himself to harden his heart.

He shook his head gently, clearing all distracting thoughts from his mind, and raised his wand with a determined look: "Expecto Patronus!"

"Very good. Control your Patronus to enter the mouse's body and feel the cracks in its soul."

Neville quickly controlled his Patronus and carefully wrapped up the mouse. The light of the Patronus gradually faded and completely sank into the mouse's body.

Through the residual breath of black magic, he easily found the crack in the other party's soul.

Under his control, the guardian angel began to clear the aura of black magic from the crack bit by bit.

However, those auras were extremely stubborn, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not remove them from the cracks in his soul.

Seeing Neville's frown, Sebastian spoke up to remind him.

"The will to protect is not strong enough. This kind of patronus cannot heal the damage to the soul. Put away this patronus, mobilize your emotions and will, and start over."

Under Sebastian's patient guidance, Neville seemed tireless and corrected his shortcomings over and over again.

He spent the entire day trying to train his patronus and battle the wound on the mouse's soul, and even for lunch he only ate a piece of bread in a hurry.

It was not until it was getting dark that he ended today's practice under Sebastian's instructions.

Neville put away his wand breathlessly, thanked Sebastian, opened the door and left the office.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room.

For the sake of my friendship with Ron, I'd better not tell him about Banban.

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