Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 85: The trick

　　 The gorgeous and majestic edge of the iron door, dementors live here. They hope that the food inside the door can come out and provide happiness for them to eat, but they still can’t do so. They try their best to exude a desperate atmosphere, try Playing the edge ball, but didn't know that I was treated as a sharpening stone today.

　　 Even though they are still far away, Pansy, who is staring at the dementor, still feels heart palpitations. The happy mood is taken away a little bit, and the whole person seems to be gradually falling into darkness, into the abyss of never seeing light. Those memories or fantasies that feared the most in my heart were gradually aroused, and they were about to sink into the darkness.

　　 "Holy guard!" Malfoy's wand suddenly spewed out silvery gas, and gradually formed into the sky. For a time, the transparent silver patron saint seemed to echo the bright moon hanging above the night sky. .

　　 Pansy's body trembled suddenly, and the look of confusion and fear in his eyes gradually faded, and he became clearer, because the group of dementors took a few steps back in disgust.

　　 "Chuck." The silver rooster's cries caught Pansy's attention, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Draco, this patron saint of yours is really funny, the rooster crowing at night."

　　 "It's still the same poison tongue, this one hasn't changed." Malfoy said in his heart, but his face was expressionless, and he said solemnly: "I didn't bring you here to make you laugh at my patron saint, you still Pay more attention to the spell and the monsters on the other side."

　　 "What should I do now?" Pansy's expression was straightened and her attitude was corrected. Her smile just now also had a deliberate element. She wanted to adjust the gloomy atmosphere. Now is the time to learn. Now, she was holding a sigh of breath in her heart, trying to tidy up these odious people, but she was terrified on the train.

　　 "Holy guard!" Pansy whispered the spell softly, and a small amount of poor silver gas burst out from the tip of Pansy's wand, working hard to gather a recognizable shape, but it came back in vain, a little bit. The smoke tightly lingers around the tip of the staff, not enough to condense into a visible entity.

　　 "If you want to think about your happy things, it can be a memory or an imaginary future. Only if the feelings are strong enough will the patron saint take shape." Malfoy taught Pansy the tricks of the patron saint spell. , The effect was immediate, the visible smoke rose up like a flame, and it seemed like a plant was growing, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

　　 I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Pansy felt that the dementors outside were silently mocking her, even though they didn’t have a mouth and couldn’t really make a sound.

　　 "I can't think of it." The long-term practice didn't make much progress, making Pansy inexplicably irritable, and she sighed dejectedly. "Can I only drag him down?" Pansy couldn't help thinking.

　　 "No wizard succeeds in learning a new spell at once." Seeing Pansy's frustration, Malfoy comforted: "Even if it is me, I don't know how much I failed in a place where you can't see it. Times."

　　 Imagine happy things. Speaking of simple things, they are not so easy to do. People’s emotions are extremely difficult to mobilize on their own. Otherwise, there will not be so many depressed people in Muggle society who need to take medicine. Let’s adjust, it’s ridiculous that some people don’t understand this truth. After others commit suicide, they will only stand on the moral high ground and mock a few words:

　　 "Hey, this man is not strong at all."

　　 "Depressed? Then look at the opening point, what do you do for suicide."

　　 and so on, it is precisely their shallowness and ignorance that are exposed.

　　 The twins of the Weasley family, the original story was also because of Fred's death, and the surviving George could no longer use the Patronus Charm, because all his pleasant memories were related to his brother.

　　 Even Malfoy himself has practiced many times, plus some subtle self-hypnosis and psychological cues, before he has mastered this spell.

　　 "Okay." Pansy smacked and mumbled. Then she let go of her mental baggage and practiced for a while~ IndoMTL.com~ She also understands the truth, but the frustration still cannot stop.

　　 "Okay, it's already so late, come here today, be careful that Filch deducts our points, and go back." After estimating the time, Malfoy felt that it was almost time, and he suggested that he could go back and rest.

　　 "Can only memories and fantasy help people realize this curse?" Pansy asked suddenly.

　　 "Otherwise, what else?" Malfoy was a little strange about her question. The recollection is something that actually happened, and there is no way to doubt it. The effect of casting a spell is often better. The fantasy has never happened, and uncertainty makes people feel less happy.

　　 No matter how beautiful, it may not come true, but the touch and happiness once brought to me cannot be faked.

　　 "Well, let’s stop here today." Pansy put away his wand, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stuck his tongue out at the hundreds of dementors behind and made a grimace. Different kind of playfulness.

　　 "Actually, they can't see it." Malfoy wanted to remind Pansy, but if you think about it, she should have a way to vent.

　　 "By the way, I can't imagine the beauty of the future, and the memories of the past are not enough to make me happy, so now?" Pansy and Malfoy suddenly asked as they walked side by side.

　　 "What do you mean?" Malfoy couldn't help asking. He didn't expect the meaning of this question, but he soon understood.

　　, a cold and slippery touch suddenly printed on his face, and Pansy's light peck, like a dragonfly, caught him by surprise.

　　 "That's it." Pansy smiled, then turned his back to the dementor's body again, and raised his wand.

　　 "Call God to protect!"

　　For a time, the silver brilliance surrounds it, just like daytime!