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"Harry, I think you must be over-minded, Silver is not a wizard like Malfoy that can be compared, even if he has any contradictions with you, he will not retaliate against you in this way."

"But Wood, my firebolt—"

"It's not because Silver that Professor McGonagall will take your firebolts, but the news that you got them has spread throughout Hogwarts in a very short period of time. It was not surprising that Professor McGonagall, as Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, would know about this. Of course, I think Professor McGonagall is making a bit of a fuss about this, how could a firebolt have sorcery attached to it? I'll find a way to tell Professor McGonagall that she wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do. The burly Wood waved his hand nonchalantly. Harry, to be honest, it would be very unwise for you to maintain such an unkind attitude towards Silver. The Silver family has a high reputation in the wizarding world, and Jack Silver is a well-known role model for his students. Even if you have any conflicts with him, it's best not to have any conflicts, even if your identity is very special. ”

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll go to Professor McGonagall, and I'll find a way to get you the firebow bolts back." Wood's face suddenly became stern. "There's another, more important thing. Since the last game, you know, Harry, I've been thinking about it, and I've been idle at Christmas. If the Dementors come back in the next game. I mean, we can't let you, well......"

Wood paused and said nothing, looking embarrassed.

"I'm trying to prepare." "Professor Lupin said he would teach me how to fend off these Soul Eaters. We should have started this week, he said he had time after Christmas. ”

"Ah," said Wood, his expression brightened, "well, I'll be relieved in that case, I'll go to Professor McGonagall, and I'll get you the news by the evening." ”

Wood hurried away, leaving Harry alone in the hallway.

"Damn, that's what you said to me again." Harry clenched his fists. "Is Silver so unprovoked? Why did everyone speak for him? "At this point, Harry was already a little bit of a demonic barrier. Harry was actually a very proud man, and it was easy to get a sense of frustration when facing someone like Silver who seemed better than him in every way—like Ron had when he faced his good older brothers. The last time Silver mercilessly accused Harry of being reckless and self-righteous, it hurt Harry's fragile and sensitive nerves. That's why he's so hostile to Silver like a barrier.

Silver certainly knows this.

"Harry and Ron would be hardcore brothers, a lot because they were the same kind of people. The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper. ”

"Ambitious and talented, sensitive and fragile nerves, strong to the point of inexplicable self-esteem."

"Jealousy, suspicion, impulsiveness and lack of consideration."

"A Gryffindor man with a slender woman's heart."

Sister Patil almost rolled on the floor with laughter. Hermione almost burst into tears.

"Seriously, Jack, you're mean." Parvati finally stopped laughing and said with a sigh of relief. "But you do have a point, Harry and Ron do have a bit of that tendency."

Hermione said with some disgust, "Jack! Harry and Ron are my classmates, so it's not good that you talk about them so badly. ”

Silver shrugged. "I'm telling you the truth, and it's a bit ugly, but I'm just telling you about it. In my opinion, Harry is not even as strong as Ron, at least not as strong as Ron**. ”

"Harry was hostile to me for my outspokenness about him last time, and I heard that Harry had taken my anger at Professor McGonagall taking away his firebolts, and was looking around for someone to beat me - the name Silver was pretty good in the wizarding world, and no one was willing to take him. Since he's done it, I'm just counting him down a few words in front of you. Silver said nonchalantly. Thanks to the fact that I have helped him out of the siege several times before, this cautious savior. I should really think about helping Malfoy suppress our savior, lest he keep getting me in trouble. ”

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"Are you alright?"

"It's okay......" Harry reluctantly sat down at a table, leaning there.

"Eat—" Lupin handed him a piece of chocolate in the shape of a frog, "eat it before we try again." I didn't expect you to do it the first time. Honestly, I'd be surprised if you succeeded. "It's worse," Harry muttered, biting the frog's head off, "and this time I heard her voice louder—and his—Voldemort—" Lupin turned paler than usual. "Harry, if you don't want to continue, I'll understand—"

"I'm going to continue!" Harry said furiously.

"Harry, you have to get your mind right, for some reason you are not as resistant to Dementors as ordinary wizards, because ordinary wizards have not experienced as horrible as you. Right now, we're just training with the Dementors that Boggart turned into. If you don't put your mind in line, you'll lose even the courage to pull out your wand in the face of real Dementors. ”

"But Silver, he can deal with the Dementors on the entire train by himself!"

"People are different, Harry." Lupin said patiently. "There is no shortage of geniuses in the wizarding world, Dumbledore, and that Voldemort, both of whom in their youth were as unbelievable as Silver. Silver's accomplishments in the Patronus Charm are far greater than those of most ordinary wizards. If you want to catch up with these geniuses, you may not succeed if you put in a hundredfold and thousandfold effort. ”

"But I have to do it! What if the Dementors reappear while we're playing against the Ravenclaws? I can't fall off anymore. If we lose the match, we'll lose the Quidditch trophy!"

"Well," said Lupin, "you may have to choose another kind of memory, a happy memory, I mean, a different one, and think about it wholeheartedly." Your memories don't seem strong enough......"

Harry pondered for a long time, then decided that Gryffindor's victory in the House Cup last year must be a happy memory. He gripped his wand again and stood in the middle of the room.

"Are you ready?" Lupin asked, tightening the lid of the box. "Ready." Harry said, desperately trying to keep his mind full of happy memories of Gryffindor's victory, without thinking about what would happen when the lid of the chest was opened.

"Let's go!" Lupin said, pulling the lid open. The classroom was cold and dark again. The Dementor slid forward, clattering and inhaling, a rancid hand approaching Harry - "Divine Guard!" Harry shouted, "Divine Guard! Calling the Divine Guards—"

The white mist had lost his mind, and a large vague figure was moving around him. Then came a new voice, the voice of a man yelling, panicked—"Lily, take Harry and run away!" It's him! Escape! Come on! I'll fend him off—" Someone stumbled out of the room—a door burst open—and there was a shrill laugh.

"Harry! Harry, wake up. Lupin slapped Harry hard in the face. It took Harry a minute later to understand why he was lying on the dusty classroom floor. "I hear my dad's voice," Harry muttered under his breath, "for the first time I've heard him - he's managed to fight Voldemort on his own so that my mom has time to escape." ’’

Harry suddenly realized that tears and sweat were mixed with tears on his face. He lowered his head as much as he could, wiped his tears and sweat from his robe, and pretended to tie his shoes so that Lupin could not see him.

"Did you hear Jaime?" Lupin asked, in a strange voice.

"Yes." His face was dry, and Harry looked up. "Ahh I--to be honest, I know," said Lupin, "we're friends at Hogwarts. Listen, Harry - maybe we should stop here for the day. This spell is too profound, I shouldn't have built you to go through these things......"

"No!" Harry said. He stood up again. "I'm going to try again! I don't think about things that are happy enough, that's why I'm like this, keep going, and I can do it. He searched for the dry intestines again. Truly happy memories that he was able to turn into memories of a good, powerful patron saint. For the first time, he was a wizard and was leaving the Dursleys to attend Hogwarts! If this is not a happy memory, he doesn't know what a happy memory is. He struggled to remember how he felt when he knew he was leaving the Dursleys, and Harry stood up and faced the box again.

"Are you ready?" Lupin said, as if it was against his right judgment.

"Have you tried to concentrate? Okay - let's go!" He lifted the lid of the box for the third time, and the Dementors rose from the box, filling the classroom with cold and darkness - "Guardian of the Gods!" Harry yelled, "Divine Guard! Calling the gods to protect them!"

The screaming in Harry's head started again—but this time it sounded like it was coming from an untuned radio. The voice was weaker, louder, weaker, and he could still see the Dementors. It stopped, and then a large silver shadow shot out from the end of Harry's wand, hovering between Harry and the Dementors, and although Harry felt that his legs were too weak, he was still standing on his own, though he didn't know how long......

"Funny funny!" Lupin roared and jumped forward. There was a loud crackling, and Harry's misty Patronus vanished along with the Dementors; He sat down in his chair at once, tired as if he had just run a mile, and his legs were shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor Lupin use his wand to force the Boggart back into the box, and the Boggart turned into a silver orb again.

"Awesome!" Lupin said, striding over to where Harry was sitting. "Excellent, Harry! It's definitely a good start!"

"Can we try again? Just once, okay?"

"Not now," said Lupin firmly, "tonight is enough for you." Whoa—" He handed Harry a chunk of the best chocolate in Duke Honey's shop. "Eat it all, or Madam Pomfrey will settle accounts with me. How about this time next week?

"Okay." Harry said. He took a bite of the chocolate and watched as Lupin extinguished the lights that had regained his sight with the Dementors' disappearance. He had an idea.

"Professor Lupin?" "If you know my dad," he said, "you must know Sirius Black." Lu Pinxun turned around. How did you think of this?" He asked sharply.

"Nothing—I mean, I just learned they were friends at Hogwarts, too." Lupin's face was no longer nervous. "Yes, I know him," he said briefly, "or I think I do." You might as well go, Harry, it's getting late. ”