The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The girl in front of Loren was wearing a pure white dress, her fair cheeks seemed to reflect the sunset red, and she was as shy as water. The girl's eyes were slightly lowered, and her slender eyelashes left shadows on her face. She raised her face slightly, tiptoed slightly, and her lips——

"Loren Morgan!"

Hermione's face, which had finally cooled down, turned red again, and she wanted to stuff Loren and the Boggart back into the cupboard.

After pushing Harry and dragging the wretched Loren Morgan back, Hermione gave him a few hard blows on the back.

Turning to look at everyone, Lupin, Harry and Ron had a strange look on their faces for a moment, and the three of them looked up at the same time to look at the furnishings in the staff lounge.

"Is the weather nice today?"

"That's right, some of the tables and chairs in this room can still be used, right?"

"..."

"Ahem!" Lupine, as a professor, finally stood up, "You start, Harry."

Harry took two steps forward, and the boggart changed shape almost instantly.

A dementor appeared on the spot, its hooded face turned towards Harry, a cold, dry and pale hand grasped the cloak, and began to float towards Harry silently, while making a low sound. , snoring and breathing.

A chill that penetrated Harry's bones...

There was almost no disturbance, and Harry lay down in seconds with a "plop".

Onlookers: "..."

Ron quickly stepped forward to check on Harry. Professor Lupine muttered "Funny" and put the Boggart into the cabinet again.

From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw the Boggart turn into a silver ball again.

Loren was thoughtful and looked at the silent cabinet containing the Boggart.

Things changed by Boggarts should only have appearances and cannot imitate the same power or magic. Just like the howling banshee that Seamus called out just now, no one will be hurt even if it breaks his throat.

Otherwise, Voldemort would not have to develop Death Eaters and would be able to produce an army of Riddles by releasing Boggarts everywhere.

But Harry lay down instantly, which meant that the Boggart did possess certain Dementor characteristics. The most incredible thing is that it imitates the unique magic power of Dementors.

Magic is unique, this is the consensus of all magical creatures. The magic of wizards, the magic of Veela, the magic of goblins, the magic of house elves... The magic of different creatures derives different magical properties, which are distinct.

Even magic with similar effects is completely different in nature. For example, the wizard's binding spell turns to stone, and the basilisk's gaze turns to stone. Although the effect of petrification is the same, the mechanism of magic power is completely different, and the way to remove petrification is also different.

Loren was a little curious as to how far Boggart's imitation could go, and whether there were any limitations.

Not far away, Ron slapped Harry awake. He lay on his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling stupidly. It took him a while to realize where he was.

"Are you okay?" Ron stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Harry said frustratedly, cold sweat flowing from his forehead to behind his glasses, and he saw the scene when his parents were killed again.

For the first time, the determined Gryffindor had doubts about his own courage. Compared with Loren, who almost destroyed the Boggart, he was so bad that he couldn't hold on even in a single encounter.

Harry once again remembered the Sorting Hat's words, saying that he was suitable for Slytherin...

"Here -" Lupine handed him a chocolate frog, "Dementors, that's impressive, your greatest fear is - fear itself. That's very wise, Harry."

The chocolate warmed his body a little, and Harry grinned and forced a smile: "Thank you for your comfort, Professor. But I want to tame fear like Loren."

"Occlumency," Loren said.

"Huh?" Harry turned his head and looked at him doubtfully.

"I'm talking about Occlumency." Loren tapped his head with his index finger. "I didn't tame the fear, but I blocked the Boggart from peeking into my brain. It can only see what I want it to see." It’s arrived, so it’s constantly changing.”

"What a novel idea!" Lupine praised. He could tell that Loren's magical attainments were far superior to those of young wizards of the same grade, and even better than many adult wizards.

Lu Ping changed his tone: "However, as a professor, I would rather you face your fear and defeat it than hide your fear."

"Professor, you are right." Loren agreed with his face and chuckled, "So can you lend me the Boggart? I want to practice overcoming fear."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, that's not possible now, I have to use it to teach students in other classes."

"What about after the teaching is completed?"

"I have to ask Professor McGonagall after the teaching is completed. This is a dangerous dark magical creature after all."

"Then I'll try my best to convince Professor McGonagall."

Lupine smiled and shook his head, turning his gaze to Harry, who looked dejected, "Harry, don't doubt yourself, maybe the Dementors have a special influence on you."

Harry lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I know, Madam Pomfrey said that dementors are more likely to hurt vulnerable people."

Lupine pulled him up from the ground and patted the dust on his robe: "Harry, being easily affected by dementors does not mean being vulnerable. Dementors can evoke painful memories in people, and everyone is different. It’s the same pain, but some pain is more unbearable.”

"But I can't keep hiding from the Dementors, right?" Harry was still worried about the fact that he lay down instantly.

"Well, um—I think Loren can help you."

"Professor, you are talking about the Patronus Charm." Loren quickly waved his hand and refused: "Hermione and I are not suitable for teaching. We practiced every day, every day, and it took us two months to barely learn it."

So can this little witch?

Lupine glanced at Hermione in surprise, then looked back at Harry who lowered his head but kept looking at him from the corner of his eye. He pondered for a moment: "Well, I'll discuss it with Professor McGonagall. Maybe we can find time every week to Give me some special training and try to get you to master the Patronus Charm as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor!" Harry raised his head and showed a silly smile.

Ron looked around. These two have already learned it, and the other one is about to learn it. Then he is the only one left: "I want to learn too! I want to learn too!"

Hermione stood up at the right time and came up with an idea: "Professor, why not teach openly in dueling classes or clubs."

"Dueling class, club..." Lupine murmured, "Professor Flitwick told me about it, but I haven't planned to set up a club yet... and teaching the Patronus Charm publicly - that might be difficult. "

"Try it, Professor." Loren supported him. "You saw it at the opening banquet. There are people in other grades who want to learn the Patronus Charm. Moreover, dementors have been wandering around the school, so the Patronus Charm is necessary."

"Yeah yeah."

"It's very necessary!"

"Don't worry, I have to think about it carefully and discuss it with Professor McGonagall."

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