Hogwarts lazy snake

"Expect God to Guard ~"

"Call God..."

Standing at the gate of Dongtian Manor, Horn picked up his wand and kept casting the Patronus Charm. His eyes were focused and determined, and every time he waved his wand, he was full of expectations.

However, after waving his wand countless times, Horn discovered that no matter how he used the Patronus Charm, his mind would recall everything from his past life until his final death.

The feeling of death followed him everywhere, like an endless nightmare, tightly wrapped around him. Every time he recalled the death in his previous life, he could feel the deep despair and powerlessness.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, everything around him became blurred, and only endless darkness and fear enveloped him.

Horn knew that he couldn't do this. He had to find some way to find the source or reason. He was full of confusion and uneasiness. Why did the Patronus Charm make him constantly recall the death of his previous life? There must be a reason for this.

But I don't know why I'm determined to fight him to the death, as if I won't give up until I achieve my goal.

Horn felt the stubbornness and persistence deep in his heart. He didn't want to give up easily. He wanted to overcome the problem that was bothering him.

Through constant experimentation, Horn really found some differences.

In every recollection, at the moment when the memories of the past life and this life were broken, I vaguely saw a transparent snake tail. The appearance of this snake tail instantly shattered the memories of this life and brought me back to the memories of the past life.

Even the snake's tail, which was not noticeable in the first use, slowly began to appear later. It's like a glass of water, you leave it there and watch it gradually become turbid.

Horn stared at the looming snake tail, his heart full of doubts. What exactly is this snake tail? Why did it appear in his memory? What does it have to do with the failure of the Patronus Charm?

Horn even wondered if it was because he was a Slytherin student that this happened. He even began to doubt whether his identity and school had an impact on magic. So, he placed all the Slytherin uniforms and badges on his body outside the cave and went into the cave to practice.

However, the problem remains unresolved.

"What's the reason?" Horn slumped down on the lawn, muttering to himself while looking at his wand. His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness, and he didn't know how to continue.

Horn's gaze shifted to the black mass on the three-legged table at the side, no... to Hei Si.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you stinky bird? You said that if your energy is exhausted, I can go to Master Flamel and ask Dumbledore for the Philosopher's Stone to replenish your energy, right?"

"Master Flamel is saying that you are just sleeping. The energy in your body is not lacking, or is being lost."

Horn shook his head helplessly, then put down the judgment in his hand and sat cross-legged.

Horn didn't want to think about anything else. He had no clue anyway and didn't know what was going on. He went into his sea of ​​consciousness to see what was going on with his fake Yang Shen. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and slowly entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Soon he saw his own piece of sea of ​​stars being input into the body of Horn, the little man lurking on the sea.

The little man had his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping, and the stars around him were shining with mysterious light.

Horn looked at his pseudo Yang Shen quietly, his heart filled with emotion.

After a long time, echoes suddenly rang out throughout the sea of ​​stars.

"I can't cultivate the Patronus Spell, and now I don't know how to condense the Yang Spirit."

"Oh my god, the sky is falling."

"What is this about refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao?"

"Grandpa, how do you become a god?"

Horn's voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness, filled with confusion and helplessness.

Horn, clueless, withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness. He just felt that he was too happy now. When he found out that his Yin Spirit was about to transform into Yang Spirit, he should not have been so excited and happy. Now he was too happy and sad.

After complaining about his grandfather and himself, Horn looked at the wand lying quietly on the lawn next to him. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and he didn't know how to move forward.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Horn waved the wand again, and under the blessing of Horn's spell, the familiar silver-white light appeared again at the tip of the wand, and then slowly increased and turned into a ball of misty gas emitting light.

Horn looked at the somewhat erratic mist and thought to himself, now he had to hold on, even if the Patronus spell formed into a mist, it would be better than failure to condense.

So he increased his magic output and magnified the beautiful memories in his heart.

When I was born, I met my father, Stocker, and my mother, Li Fei, for the first time. That warm family, my father's simple love, my mother's unreasonable doting, my grandfather Sean's pampering, and my grandmother Alice's teachings.

The encounter with Draco, the accidental friendship with Hermione, the reunion with Carlotta after a long absence...

The Flamel couple, who showed great love to me from the first time they met.

The love from my parents that I had never felt before at Nicholas's house, the dinner parties at Hagrid's hut, the playfulness in the flying class, and the warmth in Master Limei's hut.

At this moment, the familiar snake tail appeared in my mind again. It seemed to be carved from crystal, yet it was as lively as a living creature.

"Since you can bear and break all these, how can you break the joy of achieving the Yuanshen?"

The resentment towards this transparent snake tail affected Horn's body as he was reminiscing. His creaking teeth seemed to be announcing, "Come on, come on!"

Perhaps it was Horn's obsession that reminded him of the brilliance of the Yang God, or perhaps it was his anger at the obstruction of the transparent snake's tail that played a role.

Just like that, Horn accidentally used magic, and the pseudo-Yang God sitting cross-legged in his sea of ​​consciousness once again emitted a powerful light.

Unlike what Horn could not perceive before, this time the pseudo-Yang God in the sea of ​​consciousness was emitting light, which not only dispersed the mist produced by the God-Calling Guard, but also produced an untouchable wave that merged into it.

Horn saw that the mist, which was only the size of a football, seemed to have suddenly eaten something indiscriminately and expanded its body to the same size as itself.

Looking at the huge ball of fog quietly, an inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart, and that was it.

Horn looked at the huge ball of fog quietly, with a complex emotion in his heart. He successfully cast the Patronus Charm, although it was only in the form of fog and could not condense into an animal-shaped Patronus, but it was already a huge success.

Joy spread in his heart. After all, after so much effort and attempt, there was finally a result.

He had a bright smile on his face and his eyes were shining with excitement. However, this joy was mixed with a hint of helplessness and a sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He secretly complained about himself in his heart. It was just words, but deep down in his heart he was eager to have a patronus in the shape of an animal.

How cool and powerful that would be!

Although he now has a mist-like Patronus Charm, which is a good result, it is still far from the ideal state in his mind.

Horn shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bitter smile.