The Dementors live on the edge of the gorgeous and majestic iron gate, and they hope that the food inside the door will come out and provide them with pleasure to eat, but they have never been able to do so, they try to exude despair as much as possible, trying to play the edge ball, but they do not know that they are being used as a whetstone today. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even though it was still far away, Pansy, who was looking at the Dementors, still felt palpitations, and her happy emotions were taken away little by little, and the whole person seemed to gradually fall into the darkness, into the abyss of never seeing the light, and the memories or fantasies that were most feared in her heart were gradually evoked, and she was about to sink into the darkness.

"Hoo God Guard!" Malfoy's wand tip suddenly erupted with a shiny silver gas, gradually forming in the air, and for a moment the silvery Patronus seemed to echo the moon hanging above the night sky.

Pansy's body shuddered for a moment, and the look of confusion and fear in her eyes faded and cleared up as the group of dementors took a few steps back in disgust.

"Giggles. The crow of the silver rooster caught Pansy's attention, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Draco, this Patronus of yours is funny, a rooster crowing at night. ”

"It's still the same poisonous tongue, this 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 Patronus, you better care more about the spell and the bunch of monsters on the other side." ”

"What should I do now?" Pansy looked at her, and straightened her attitude, her laughter just now was also a bit deliberate, trying to adjust the gloomy atmosphere, now was the time to study, she was also holding her breath in her heart, wanting to clean up this group of hateful faces, she was frightened on the train.

"Divine Protection!" Pansy whispered the incantation, and a pitiful amount of silver-white gas burst out from the tip of Pansy's wand, trying to converge into a recognizable shape, but to no avail, a little smoke just lingering on the tip of the staff, not enough to condense into a visible entity.

"You have to think about things that make you happy, it can be memories, it can be a fantasy future, and only when the feelings are strong enough will the patronus take shape. Malfoy taught Pansy the tricks of the Patronus Charm, and the effect was immediate, with visible smoke rising like flames, like plants growing, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

I don't know if it's a delusion, Pansy felt as if the Dementors out there were silently mocking her, even though they didn't have mouths and couldn't really make sounds.

"I can't think of it. The long practice and little progress made Pansy inexplicably irritable, and she sighed a little dejectedly. "Am I just going to drag him down?" Pansy thought.

"No wizard has ever succeeded in learning a new spell. As if to see Pansy's frustration, Malfoy comforted, "Even I don't know how many times I've failed where you can't see." ”

Imagining happy things, it is easy to say, but it is not so easy to do, people's emotions are extremely difficult to mobilize on their own, otherwise there would not be so many depressed people in Muggle society who need to take medicine to regulate, the funny thing is that some people do not understand this truth, and after others commit suicide, they will only stand on the moral high ground and mock a few words:

"Alas, this man is not strong at all. ”

"Depressed? ”

Words like these expose their shallowness and ignorance.

The Weasley twins, also in the original story, were killed because of Fred, and the surviving George was no longer able to use the Patronus Charm, as all his pleasant memories were related to his brother.

Even Malfoy himself had practiced it many times, plus some subtle self-hypnosis and psychological suggestion, to master the spell.

"Okay. Pansy smacked her lips and muttered, then she let go of her mental baggage and practiced for a while, she understood the reason, but the frustration still couldn't stop welling up in her heart.

"Alright, it's so late, let's stop here today, watch out for Filch deducting our points, let's go back. After estimating the time, Malfoy felt that it was almost over, and suggested that he could go back to rest.

"Can only memories and fantasies help people fulfill this spell?" Pansy asked suddenly.

"Otherwise, what else?" Malfoy was a little strange at her question, remembering that something had actually happened, and there was no way to doubt it, so it was often better to cast a spell. And the fantasy has not happened, and the uncertainty will not make people feel very happy.

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

"Alright, that's all for today. Pansy put her wand away, but instead of leaving immediately, she stuck out her tongue at the hundreds of Dementors behind her, grimacing, and was a little playful.

"Actually, they can't see it. Malfoy wanted to remind Pansy, but on second thought, she should have a way to vent.

"By the way, I can't imagine a better future, and the memories of the past aren't enough to make me happy, so what about the present?" Pansy and Malfoy asked suddenly, walking side by side.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy asked, he hadn't thought of the point of the question, but he soon understood.

The cold, slippery touch suddenly hit his face, and Pansy pecked him lightly like a dragonfly, catching him off guard.

"That's it. Pansy smiled, then turned her back to the Dementor's body and raised her wand.

"Divine Guard!"

For a while, the silver glow surrounded, as if it were day!