Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 103: Maca’s Miniature Curse Classroom

　　 "Harry, I understand that you have lost the feelings of your parents, but at least you still have relatives alive-even if they are really bad for you, they are at least better than me, aren't they?"

　　Maca’s tone is still so indifferent, but every sentence strikes their hearts like a hammer.

　　 "Oh—Maca, you are—but you never said—" Hermione was surprised.

　　 "No wonder you always don't mention the situation at home, my mother has been worried that your family will treat you badly!" Ron was also taken aback.

　　 Of course, for Maca, the shock in Harry's heart is the greatest. He stared at Maca so hard that he couldn't even speak.

　　 "Harry, remember that you are a Gryffindor." Maca said calmly, "Don't always get upset about these things, show your courage."

　　 "If you want to figure out all this, you must not worry, let alone reckless. Can you understand what I mean?"

　　 "But..." Harry asked hesitantly, "Is it true that you said about Peter Pettigrew?"

　　 Maca glanced at Ron's pocket from the side of the light, and he found that Scabbard, who had been hiding in it, moved immediately when he heard Harry's words.

　　 "I don't know it very well, it's just a possibility." He casually dealt with it, and then continued, "Harry, Professor Lupin has already told me about you want to learn the patron saint. I think this is a good idea."

　　 "Oh! Yes!" Hermione echoed, "Ron and I also want to learn, can we learn together?"

　　"Of course, there is no problem." Maca agreed, "As far as the recent situation is concerned, the patron saint is very practical-of course, it is not easy at all, you have to be mentally prepared."

　　……

　　 Soon, after lunch, the class began.

　　 Speaking of it, Harry and the three were still looking forward to it at first, after all, the shock that the magnificent eagle brought to them was not small. But before long, except for Hermione who was still interested, Harry and Ron were already sleepy.

　　Maca’s "Small Curse Class" has attracted the attention of Professor Lupin. Not only did he let Maca teach everyone in the faculty lounge, he even called Professor Flitwick to listen carefully. stand up.

　　 But to be honest, almost everyone thinks that Maca will choose actual combat training as the method of teaching. Lupin even thinks that Maca might just grab a dementor like he did on the train. His face dragged it into the lounge.

　　 Regardless of whether it is appropriate or not, it will definitely be a very exciting start to the class.

　　 But who knows, Maca didn't mean to let Harry and the others take out their wands.

　　 He tapped the blackboard with his magic wand and moved the large-scale spell theory to it, and then calmly talked about the structure of the spell, the syllable continuous reading and breakpoints, the trajectory of the wand swing, and so on. Analysis of the magic spell theory.

　　 is like trying to completely break this spell, which makes people feel extremely boring. Add to that his unchanging tone of voice—it was as drowsy as Professor Bins’s history of magic.

　　 "Hey, what do you think?" Lupin asked Flitwick with a stiff face.

　　"It’s like listening to a compound theory lecture." Flitwick’s sharp tone is also a lot weaker than usual. "It reminds me of the alchemy study of Nicol Lemay. Salon seminar..."

　　 "To be honest, these theories are really amazing. It's hard to imagine McLean having such in-depth research on spells..." Lupin said weakly, "but why can't I listen at all... "

　　 "Oh, Maca, you seem to have changed a magic wand?" Ron asked suddenly, bored.

　　 Except for Hermione who was immersed in knowledge, the others also subconsciously looked into Maca's hands.

　　 "Well, yes," Macayan said with a wand in Yang's hand, "The previous one was accidentally broken, I went to buy one again."

　　He paused, looked at the listless appearance of the others, and couldn't help shook his head.

　　 "Okay! Then, let's actually try it out..." Maca said, "Originally, I planned to give you a brief understanding of the basic principles of the Patronus Curse, which will make it easier for you to use it. Success, but... in short, take out the wand first."

　　 As soon as I heard that practical training was about to be carried out, everyone was energetic.

　　Maca asked Harry to stand on the open space in the middle, and then said: "There are many key points in the casting of the Guardian God spell, but there is only one key point, and that is-in the process of casting the spell, use yourself The most positive and positive emotions are used as support to let your emotions burst out."

　　 "Then...what should I do?" Harry couldn't help asking.

　　 “There are many kinds of positive emotions. Among them,'happiness' and'guardian' are the most effective for dementors," Maca explained in detail, "The object of'happiness' is oneself, and the object of'guardian' The target is others. No matter which kind, you only need the strongest, most direct, and most determined, which is the best."

　　"Specific words...for example, recall your happiest things; or imagine you want to protect someone who is most important to you," he continued, "and then recite the mantra--'huh Guardian of God, try it all!"

　　"Happy memories? Guarding important people?"

　　 Harry and the three wrinkled faces with different expressions. They thought for a while before waving their wands and starting to try.

　　 However, the casting of the Guardian God spell is not easy. In the next half an hour, the three of them did not gain much. Well, except for Hermione.

　　 When she tried for the third time, she let her wand emit a silvery-white haze.

　　 In fact, Maca’s previous theoretical statements are indeed very effective, and Hermione is a good example. But those boring theoretical knowledge can not be learned by everyone.

　　 "Originally, I only planned to let you learn the theory first, so I didn't prepare..." Maca spread his hand and said, "Let’s go ahead and try it, I’ll get you a dementor. ——It’s everywhere outside school recently, isn’t it?"

　　 It didn't take long for the scene Lupin envisioned finally appeared.

　　 Maca, whose whole body was exuding silver-white brilliance, directly dragged a dementor into the staff lounge with his hand.

　　"Fortunately, it's the Christmas holiday, otherwise it will be lively..." No matter how struggling the Dementor in his hand, Maca just grabbed its face and covered its mouth tightly.

　　As the dementor entered the lounge, the originally warm room immediately became chilly,

　　 Aside, the three of Harry stood far away, looking at Maca with complicated expressions.

　　"...Don’t look at me like that," Maca said with a hand that was empty. "This is an advanced application of the patron saint curse, and I discovered it accidentally. If you can If you have a more solid foundation, I can also try to teach you."

　　 "Well, has anyone succeeded just now?" Maca asked, "I mean, when I left."

　　 "Miss Granger did a good job," Professor Lupin said, "I think she can give it a try first."

　　 "Okay, then everyone except Hermione will retreat to the wall," Maca said, "Hermione, are you ready?"

　　Hermione heard the words, looked at the dementor who was struggling in Maca's hands, and then nodded firmly.

　　 "Very good! Remember, the spell is "Call the God and Guard"." Maca said, letting go of the Dementor and pushing it towards Hermione.

　　 Suddenly, the whole body was covered by the tattered black cloak, and the black mist-wrapped dementor rushed towards Hermione, and its crusted and rotting hands grabbed her.

　　 Hermione immediately felt as if she was back at the end of the first semester, submerged in the cold lake, almost drowning.

　　 The chill kept penetrating into her skin, and the invisible face of the dementor, hidden under the hood, was getting closer and closer to her. Hermione felt that she couldn't concentrate at all to cast the spell...happy? Where is happiness?

　　In Hermione’s heart, fear and despair kept accumulating...

　　 "Ah--"

　　 Hermione screamed and took a few steps back, and then she tripped over herself. She sank down on the cold floor~IndoMTL.com~ but she couldn't help moving backwards desperately.

　　 She couldn't help but want to stay away from the monster that filled her with fear.

　　"...It seems that it needs to be slowed down."

　　Maca’s voice came from behind the dementor, and at the same time, a hand surrounded by silver-white mist suddenly stretched out from behind its neck.

　　The hand tightly pinched the dementor’s neck, so that it couldn’t help but tilt its head back, and then...

　　 Hearing only a "bang" sound, accompanied by a rough roar, the dementor found himself being smashed against the wall by that nasty human.

　　 "Oh—"

　　 Harry, Ron, Lupin and Flitwick couldn't help but shrink their necks.

　　 "A strange over-shoulder fall..." Lupin twitched the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Well...who makes Dementors grow so tall?" Flitwick scratched his head.

　　Because everyone is standing on both sides against the wall, they can clearly see the movements of Maca just now-including how Maca jumped up, and how he caught the dementor’s neck, and finally How did it break its neck and throw it out.

　　The whole set of actions is so fluent, I have to say, it looks really cool.

　　 "...The dementor's body is indeed very light." Seeing everyone staring at him, Maca shrugged.

　　 While talking, he walked to the dementor's side, grabbed its face, and dragged it to the middle of the lounge.

　　"Everyone, remember, you must be careful with the mouth of the dementor. It will not only **** your positive emotions, but sometimes also directly **** your soul!" Maca calmly said, "This must be kept in mind. In your hearts-this is why I always cover its mouth."