Together [HP]

On Monday, Harry came back, and Malfoy took off the bandages. He was already well, and every day he imitated Harry's fall from his broomstick vigorously to celebrate his full use of two broomsticks. arm up.Sometimes, he would imitate those dementors; Ron finally got angry and threw a crocodile heart in Malfoy's face, which was seen by Professor Snape and deducted fifty points.

This made Jacquilin greatly relieved. If Ron didn't do this, she might have to take some measures, even if she would be locked up.

Lupine was back too, and he did look sick.His old robes hung more baggy, and there were dark shadows under his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they sat down.And the Gryffindors immediately complained bitterly about Snape's behavior when Lupine was ill.

"It's not fair, he just came to substitute for the class, why did he give us homework?"

"We don't know what a werewolf is..."

"Two rolls of parchment!" Pansy whispered through the crowd.

"Didn't you tell Professor Snape that we haven't learned there yet?" Lupin asked, frowning slightly.

Everyone started talking again.

"Yes, but he said we were too far behind."

"He won't listen"

"Two rolls of parchment!"

Everyone was indignant, and Professor Lupine just smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll tell Professor Snape. You don't have to write that paper."

"Oh no," said Hermione.Disappointed, "I've finished writing."

"Maybe," Jacqueline curled her lips, silently putting away her finished homework, "I can save it for the next homework," she said, looking at Pansy, who was obviously darkened, "We always have to wrote this."

"Two pieces of parchment!" Pansy said unwillingly, "Even rewriting yours, I spent a lot of time!"

This class is very enjoyable.Professor Lupine brought a glass tank containing Hinkpunk, a one-legged guy who looked like he was made of wisps of smoke, was fragile, and didn't look like he wanted to hurt anyone.

"Luring travelers into swamps," said Professor Lupine, and the students took notes. "Did you notice that light dangling from its front feet? Jumping in front of it. People followed the light, so..."

Hinkpunk made a horrible creaking sound against the glass above his head.

This class passed quickly as usual, when the bell rang, Jacqueline quickly put away her schoolbag and walked out, holding the note that Professor Snape asked a senior student to give her this morning: Come to my office.

Walking in the dark corridor leading to Professor Snape's office, Jacquelin was always a little nervous. Usually, Professor Snape would leave a message directly when he was looking for her, and it was rare for others to convey it like this, just like this matter Very formal.Do you understand formally?Then there is absolutely no way for her to prepare potions or something.Had he seen the scene of Hermione and Pansy taking her back to the castle the day of the Quidditch match, and had come to warn her not to get too close to the Gryffindors?

No, not even if he is the dean.She would tell Professor Snape that Hermione was her friend and no matter what happened, that would not change.Unless she betrayed us.

But it could also be because of the previous paper?

No, that's impossible, the last paper she was sure she wrote was very good.

Very apprehensive, Jacquilin knocked on the door of Professor Snape's office.

"Come in." Snape's voice sounded emotionless from inside.

Jacquelin pushed open the door and walked in. Professor Snape's desk was very tidy, with four piles of parchment placed on the four corners of the desk. Professor Snape's left hand hung his wand, within reach. and.He was holding a red quill in his hand.He looked up, and put down his pen when he saw Jacqueline sitting in front of him.

"I heard from Professor Graham that you want to learn the Patronus Charm?" He leaned back in his chair and got straight to the point.

Jacquiline was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect her mother to tell Professor Snape about this matter, let alone the professor would call her here just for this matter.

"Yes, Dean."

"Then I believe you must have a good reason." Professor Snape leaned forward slightly, staring into Jacqueline's eyes, "Want to learn this spell?"

"I just want to survive the dementors, Dean."

Snape stared at Jacqueline until he was sure she was telling the truth, "Tell me what you know about dementors."

"Dementors have no form, Dean." Jacquiline said nervously, worried that if she got one sentence wrong, Professor Snape would throw her out. "They haunt the darkest places in groups. The filthiest places, cheering corruption and despair, sucking peace, hope and joy out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can't see these guys. That's why Sometimes they get suddenly depressed. If you get too close to a dementor, any good feeling, any happy memory will be sucked away by it. If it can, it will live on you for a long time, and finally make a person Just like it, it has no soul and is evil. All you are left with are the worst memories of your life." Jacqueline paused as he spoke,

"I personally think that if a person is not strong-willed, she seems to be more susceptible to the influence of dementors." Jacqueline said, licking his lips, "I heard that the most powerful thing about dementors is their kiss , and can even suck the soul out of a human being, however, they cannot perceive animals."

"You think you're cowardly?" Snape said coldly, pinching his chin with his fingers.Jacquelin looked at the floor in front of him and didn't answer, "So, how much do you know about the Patronus Charm?"

"It seems to be the only spell that can resist dementors. Although I haven't been able to find out what it is, there is no book in the school library that describes it." Jacqueline paused, "As for Restricted section..."

"Let me tell you." Snape waved his robes and stood in front of Jacqueline, leaning on the table with his arms folded, "Only good memories, powerful, and good memories, can withstand the camera. The attack of the ghost. If you have it," he looked condescendingly at Jacquelin, "you can show me what you are capable of when you come back from Christmas." He said as he bent down and stared closely at Jacqueline, "I hope you'll be of some use." He said as he walked back to his chair. "Close the door when you go out, Miss Graham."

Powerful and beautiful memories, Jacqueline is now spending all her energy searching for something useful from her nearly 13 years of memory that can help her survive Professor Snape's 'how to deal with dementors' class , and Merlin is teaching, this class is much more important than prophecy.

Before Jacquelin found out, Snape had posted the Christmas detention form in the common room.

"It's another Hogsmeade weekend." When Pansy, with sleepy eyes, came to find Jacquiline for the fourth time to go back to sleep, Jacquelin was looking at the notice board with his mouth wide open.

"Christmas is four weeks away?" Jacqueline rubbed his eyes, hoping he was right.

"Only two weeks, Miss Big Night." Pansy yawned. "That form was there two weeks ago. You're going to Hogsmeade, you're looking bad this weekend." It's so bad, I need to relax, I guess you don't know that the rain outside has stopped."

"Of course I know." Jacquelin sat down on the sofa a little irritably, scratching his hair, "But, I don't have a clue."

"What clue do you need?" Pansy slumped on the sofa, resting her head on Jacqueline's shoulder. "Another paper in the prophecy class?"

"I need some strong and good memories."

"A powerful and beautiful memory?" Pansy got up from the sofa, looked at Jacquelin seriously, and then laughed out loud.

"Pansy, don't make me shut you up."

"We are Slytherins, Jacquelin." Pansy laughed. "We don't have many good memories, and we are stronger? Before you let my uncle be released from Azkaban, our family They all served Malfoy and his family. The memory of that time is definitely not good. Not only me, but Malfoy also has to be educated in every move. We have been following Mr. Malfoy since we were young, watching words and deeds. We are not all like this Is it big?"

"Mother doesn't mind me in particular, except for all the books about the runes in the house," sighed Jacqueline, "even though I don't know what it's written in. As for the rest of the time, though I'm allowed to go about, But you can’t do anything that violates etiquette, otherwise you will be punished to cut the medicinal materials alone in the basement, and you must comply with mother’s regulations, otherwise you will not be able to eat. Although the kitchen is next to it, even Noam dare not give it secretly. I sent food because my mother didn't allow it."

"Being forced to learn how to approach people, you have to see what the other person wants at first sight. How can you get the message you want from scattered conversations. Even if it's a birthday, it's not for celebration, It's just a good time for them to socialize." Pan Xi laughed at himself, lying on the sofa, waving his hands in the air casually,

"I once hid alone in the attic for a whole day, and no one noticed that I was missing. How nice, no one cared where the birthday boy went. That day, I was hungry all day, watched the stars all night, listening The usually strict parents downstairs flattered others, and I realized that only strength can attract people's attention."

"Christmas is the last holiday I don't want to have, and it's also what I look forward to the most. Only on this day, the whole family will get together and have a meal. Although this meal is often messy, it is better than just me With mom, sometimes I can even eat alone." Jacqueline followed Pansy's example and lay down on another sofa,

"One time, my father and grandpa quarreled again and overturned the table. At that time, I just wanted to leave that place and run to the forest alone." She said with a look of sadness in her eyes, "But Killed Flake."

"So, Jacqueline." Pansy turned over and looked at Jacqueline from the sofa. "We can't have any good and powerful memories."

"Really, no?" Jacqueline sighed softly, staring straight at the ceiling. "But, I don't want to fail."