My Hogwarts Day

The holiday time is over soon, and shortly after New Year's Day, other students go back to school.

The Ravenclaw common room, which had always been quiet, became lively again, and Richard, who had always felt that he was indifferent, was in a much better mood unconsciously.

On the eve of the start of term, Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, took Harry outside.

"Have a nice Christmas?" he said. Then without waiting for Harry to answer, he sat down and said in a low voice: "Since the last game, you know, Harry, I've been thinking about it, and Christmas is not idle. If the dementors are here again at the next game, I will Meaning, we can't let you, uh....

Wood stopped talking, looking embarrassed.

"I'm trying to get ready," Harry said quickly, "Professor Lupine said he'd teach me how to fend off these wraiths. We're supposed to start this week. He said he'd have time after Christmas.

"Well, in that case, I really don't want to lose a Seeker like you, Harry. Have you ordered a new broomstick yet?"

"No." Harry said.

"What! You better hurry up, you know, you can't race Ravenclaw on that shooting star!"

"He got a Firebolt for Christmas," Ronald said.

"Firebolt? No! Seriously? A, real Firebolt?"

"Yes, Oliver," Harry said to Wood, suppressing his excitement.

"In order to avoid being found out, I put it in Richard's place."

"That's right, it should be like this, don't let others know, let them later..." Wood is very excited now, his Seeker should have no problem, and he still has a Firebolt, no one can Stop Gryffindor from taking the crown. 20

The next day, school begins. Two hours on the playground on a cold January morning is the last thing anyone wants to do.

But Hagrid started a big fire full of fire monsters for the fun and the students had an unrealistically good class collecting dead leaves to keep the fire going Flame-loving lizards were burning to pieces , Jumping back and forth on the hot wooden blocks.

"Is this the surprise you're talking about?" Hermione asked Richard.

"Of course, don't you think that in this cold winter, warming up by the fire is a very happy thing?"

When it was time for lunch, Richard took the initiative to come to Slytherin's table and found Malfoy.

At this moment, the lively Slytherin table fell silent for an instant.

"Malfoy, send this letter to your father Lucius."

Originally, Malfoy wanted to say hello, but seeing the expressionless Richard, Malfoy still obediently agreed.

Just after Richard finished eating, he was called into his office by Professor Snape.

"What did you go to Draco for at noon?" Snape asked curiously.

"Ask him to send a letter to his father about Hagrid." Richard didn't hide anything.

Hearing what Richard said, Snape didn't continue to say anything, but Richard saw that Snape fell silent, and continued to ask.

"Professor, did you call me here just for this?"

"Of course not, isn't Potter going to learn the Patronus Charm from Lupine?" Snape asked.

"It seems to be, what's the matter, Professor, I suggested that Harry can actually study with you, but he refused, obviously in his eyes, Professor Lupine is more trustworthy than you

Snape ignored Richard's teasing and continued.

"I wish you could join Harry while they teach."

"Oh? That's why, I don't think I need to continue learning my Patronus Charm.

"Stop talking nonsense, there's no way you don't know why!" Snape said nonchalantly.

"Why, Dumbledore can have a werewolf as a professor, so do you still need to guard against him?" Richard asked curiously.

At this moment, Snape showed a satisfied look, as expected of his proud disciple, he still knew it.

Looking at Snape's expression, he knew what he was doing.

"Please, you are refining wolfbane potion again, and you are teaching us werewolf knowledge in class, even an idiot knows it."

"I daresay Potter doesn't know. It's not Dumbledore's business, but I want you to."

Hearing Snape's words, Richard had no choice but to agree. After all, taking so many potions from people every year, he couldn't just do nothing.

Harry's favorite class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and after talking to Wood, he was eager to start learning how to fend off dementors. After class Harry reminded Lupine that he had promised to teach him how to fend off dementors.

"Ah, yes," Lupine said, "let me see, how about eight o'clock on Thursday night? The History of Magic classroom should be big enough, and I'll have to think carefully about what to do, we can't bring a real genie for practice . "

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Ronald asked Harry.

There was a loud, impatient beep behind them. That was Hermione, who had been sitting under a suit of armor, packing her schoolbag. There are too many books, the schoolbag can't close

"What's wrong?" Ronald asked her strangely.

"Nothing." Hermione put her schoolbag back on her shoulders.

"No, there's something." Ronald said, "I just said I didn't know what was wrong with Lupine, "You...

"Ah, I don't know what to say, let me think about it." Hermione walked away after saying that.

Soon it was eight o'clock on Thursday night, and Harry left the Gryffindor tower for the History of Magic classroom. When he arrived, the classroom was dark and empty, and he lit the lamp with his wand. After waiting for only five minutes, Professor Lupine came, took a very large bag, and put it on the podium of Cuthbert Binns.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Another Boggart," said Lupine, taking off his cloak. "I've been poking around the castle since Tuesday, and I was lucky enough to find this Boggart hiding in Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. ...that's as close to a real dementor as we can get our hands on. This boggart turns into a dementor when it sees you, so we can practice with it. When we don't use it, I can It's tucked away in my office; I have a cupboard under my desk, and it'll love it.

"Okay," Harry said, trying to sound like he wasn't timid at all, just happy to have found such a replacement.

And at this moment, someone suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

"Richard? Why are you here? Is there something?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just want to see how to learn the Patronus Charm normally, is that okay, Professor Lupine." Richard asked Lupine.

"Of course not. I know that your level is very high. To be precise, it is much higher than mine. If there is something wrong with it, you can tell it directly." Professor Lupine was not angry at all because of Richard's sudden joining, and still used Said in a gentle tone.

"Then let's start from scratch," Professor Lupine pulled out his wand, motioning for Harry to do the same. "The spell I'm about to demonstrate and teach you is a very high level of magic, Harry, because it's above the level of ordinary wizards. It's called the Patronus spell."

"Well, when it works correctly, it summons a Patronus," Lupine said, "A Patronus is something that protects against dementors, a sort of guardian that stands between you and the dementors." to the role of a shield."

Harry suddenly imagined himself squatting behind a giant like Hagrid, holding a big club in his hand. Professor Luhu continued: "The Patronus is a positive force, and what it advocates is exactly the dementor's food, hope, happiness, and the desire to live, but it cannot feel despair like a real person, so the dementor Ghosts can't hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that this spell may be too advanced for you. Many senior wizards have trouble using this spell, are you sure you really want to learn it?"

Harry nodded firmly.

"I'm sure Richard told you that the spell only works when you're concentrating on it, and that the first thing you should do is try to recall a happy event with all your might.

Harry searched his brains, looking for happy memories. What had happened at the Dursleys certainly had nothing to do with happy memories. Finally "he tried to remember the first time he rode a broomstick.

"Yes," he said, recalling as accurately as possible the wonderful thrill of going up.

"The spell goes like this," Lupine cleared his throat, "Call for protection."

"Call for protection," Harry repeated in a low voice, "Call for protection."

"Try to only recall your happy events, 577?"

"Oh, yes," said Harry, quickly forcing himself to think about flying on a broom for the first time.

"Call God, no, guard, I'm sorry, call God guard, call God guard."

"Gestures, watch your gestures."

Harry hastily adjusted the gesture of waving his wand, and continued shouting.

"Call for the guard, call for the guard."

At that moment something suddenly spewed from the end of his wand, what looked like a wisp of silvery gas.

"See that?" Harry said excitedly, "There's movement."

"Fine," Lupine said with a smile, "so, let's try it with a Dementor, are you ready?"

"Okay," Harry said, clutching his wand tightly, and walked slowly to the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to remember the flight, but there was always something else to disturb, and now every moment, he might hear his mother screaming again..but he shouldn't think about these things, or he will listen again He heard her voice, and he didn't want it, did he? Lupine grabbed the lid of the packing box and pulled it.

A dementor slowly emerged from the box. Its hooded face turned toward Harpo, a glowing, scabbed, rotting hand clutching its cloak. The lights around the classroom flickered and went out.

The dementor stepped out of the box and began walking quickly and silently towards Harry, taking a deep breath. A bone-piercing cold hit him,

"Call the gods!" Harry yelled, "Call the gods! Call the gods!"

Both the classroom and the dementor were melting.. Harry was falling again in the thick white mist, his mother's voice was louder than ever, and the voice echoed in his head, "Don't touch Harry! Don't move Move Harry! Please, I promise anything."

"Harry!" Harry came back to reality. He was lying on his back on the floor. The lights in the classroom came on again. He didn't have to ask what happened just now.

"Pay money," he muttered, sitting up, feeling cold sweat trickle behind his glasses.

"Are you okay?" Lupine asked.

"It's okay." Harry barely sat down on a table and leaned there. .