"There are many obstacles!" Harry shouted, "There are many obstacles! Obstacles—"

However, in his perception, both the classroom and the Dementors vanished......

Harry fell into a thick white fog again, his mother's voice louder than ever, echoing in his head—

"Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please—do whatever you want me to do—"

"Get out of the way—get out of the way, stupid woman-"

"Harry!"

A loud thunderclap exploded in his heart, and Harry snapped awk.

He lay on his back on the floor mat, the classroom lights were on again, and he knew what had just happened without asking.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, "I...... I just ......"

He sat up, feeling a cold sweat running down behind his glasses.

"Are you alright?" Clark asked.

"It's okay...... Harry stood up in a chair, and leaned back in the chair, "Am I useless?"

"Give-" Clark handed him a chocolate frog, "eat it, let's try again." ”

"I didn't expect you to succeed at the first time, but there's still a long way to go between understanding the principles and doing it, and that's what our training is all about.

Like Neville, he was able to survive countless injuries before he could even blink an eye when the blade hit him.

So really, if you succeed, I'm really shocked. ”

Harry nodded, biting off the chocolate frog's head.

When he finished eating and stood up, Clark waved his hand, and the "Dementor" slipped out of the cabinet again.

The classroom was once again bitterly cold, the lights flickered all around, and Harry tried to remind himself that I was not afraid of my mother's voice, and that I was going to resurrect her.

This time, things seemed to have changed, and a clear desire sustained him, allowing him to watch the Dementors approach him little by little.

"There are many obstacles!" Harry shouted, "There are many obstacles! Obstacles ......"

Nothing happened, and the white mist once again enveloped his consciousness as the Dementors approached, and he felt some tall, vague figures moving around him......

Harry heard, in addition to his mother's voice, a new voice, a man's voice, nervously shouting—

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Come on! Come on! I'm going to hold him back......"

Someone stumbled out of the room—a door slammed open—followed by a shrill laugh—

"Harry! Harry...... Wake up......"

Clark patted Harry's cheek lightly, and this time, it took Harry more than a minute to figure out why he was lying on the soft floor mat.

"I heard my father's voice," Harry muttered, "this is the first time I've heard his voice - he wants to contain Voldemort on his own, so that my mother can take me to ...... escape."

Harry suddenly realized that there was sweat and tears on his face.

In order not to be seen by Clark, he pretended to tie his shoelaces and buried his face as low as he could, wiping away tears from his robe.

"Your father's voice?" Clark asked.

"yes...... Harry wiped his face and looked up, "Looks like I'm trying to resurrect my father too." ”

Clark stared at his face and said, "Your face doesn't look good, Harry, if you don't want to continue, I can totally understand that." ”

"Nope! I want to continue. He stood up again, looked at Clark and said, "Let's try again, I feel better, trust me, this time it will be possible." ”

"Alright then......" Clark said.

"Maybe you may need to pick another person you hate, I mean someone who is even more disgusting than you just thought, and focus your mental pasta on that...... That just now, it doesn't seem to be strong enough......"

Another more annoying one?

Harry didn't have to scrape his stomach or rack his brains, an old man with a hooked nose with thin stature, sallow skin and greasy hair, quickly came to his mind.

Who else could be more annoying than Snape?

Harry took a deep breath and felt that this time he would succeed.

He stood on his feet and faced the wooden cabinet once more.

"Ready?" Clark asked, "Focused?" Good – get started! ”

He opened the cabinet door for the third time, and the Dementors came out of it, and the classroom was cold and dark—

"There are many obstacles!" Harry yelled, "There are many obstacles! There are many obstacles! ”

The screams in Harry's head came back - but he had been prepared for them, and even the voices were so kind to him - if I revived them, they would be able to speak to me every day!

He thought to himself that the screams seemed to come from an untuned radio.

Flashing high, low, far, near...... He could still see Dementors...... The monster had stopped, as if there was an invisible wall between him and the Dementors.

Harry's legs were weak, but he was still standing there...... He took another step stronger, a little closer to his goal.

"Well done, Harry!" Clark stepped forward and got in front of Harry, forcing the Boggart back into the wooden cabinet.

Harry slumped back in his chair, feeling exhausted, as if he had just run a mile, his legs trembling, but there was still a hint of joy in the corners of his eyes.

"Not bad!" Clark said, striding up to Harry and patting him on the shoulder, "Excellent, Harry! It's finally improving! ”

"Shall we try again? Just once? Harry asked.

"Not now," Clark said with a vague glance at the idol in the corner of the classroom, "enough for one night, give-"

He handed Harry a chunk of Duke Honey's (Dragon Park store) the finest lava melt chocolate.

"Eat it, then go back to sleep, it's the same time next week."

"Okay." Harry said, taking a bite of the chocolate, and obediently left the classroom.

Clark walked over to the statue in the corner, stroked the pearl on it, moved it to a place where the moonlight could shine, and then turned off the lights, cleaned up the scene, and returned to the Gryffindor tower.

In the days that followed, Harry would spend one night a week training with Clarke, in addition to his Quidditch training.

Gu Shu

January has unwittingly turned into February, the bitterly cold weather conditions have not eased in the slightest, and the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is approaching day by day.

The bad news is that Harry still hasn't ordered a new broomstick.

Now, after every Transfiguration class, he asks Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt.

Whenever this happens, Ron will stand behind him hopefully and perform a face-changing stunt.

"I'm sorry, Harry, you can't get it back just yet."

On the twelve, before Harry could open his mouth, Professor McGonagall took the first step when he saw him.

"We've tested most of the usual curses, and while we haven't found anything, Professor Flitwick still believes that the broom may have a throwing charm on it.

I'll tell you right away when we're done, and now please stop pestering me. ”

Compared to his defeat at the Firebolt, Harry's training session against Dementors went unusually well.

After a few lessons, the Dementor Boggart had turned into would still have a piercing meaning for him, but he would no longer faint.

Not only that, but whenever this "Dementor" pressed at him, he could conjure up an invisible wall of air in front of the "Dementor", preventing him from entering.

Because of this, Harry even suspected that he was actually a top student like Hermione, but in terms of magic.

He had completely forgotten how Clark had guided and inspired him during his training.

"Hey, Clark, I think I can go one step further."

During the fourth week of training session, Harry said complacently after once again successfully blocking the Dementor that Boggart had turned into.

"Light won't stop them, it's better to chase the Dementors away, or even- like Neville did, to destroy them."

Clark sat in his chair and glanced at him.

"Your expectations of yourself are too high, and for a thirteen-year-old wizard to be able to cast an obstacle spell in front of a Dementor is already a remarkable achievement.

You don't faint anymore, do you? ”

Harry nodded, "The screams aren't shrill anymore, but—"

"But it's just a Boggart impostor, and it only affects you one-fifth or sixth-of-what a real Dementor does.

You have to lay a good foundation to go further.

Now you just have to practice until you can control the Dementors for a while if they reappear in the next match, and then let yourself land smoothly. ”

"You said that if there are a lot of them, it will be even more difficult to deal with." Harry said.

"You don't have to worry about that," Clark said with a smile, "this is Hogwarts, and after Dumbledore's warning, maybe one or two Dementors will be tempted to break in, but they will never be in a Quidditch arena together." ”

"Okay, don't worry about these things that are gone, when I'm sure you can, I'll naturally teach you hurtful skills."

Clark said, pulling out two glass bottles from the cabinet on the other side of the classroom, "You've earned yourself a drink, it's not common in wizarding worlds—"

"Coke!" Harry looked at the glass bottle with the classic red pattern, and the black liquid in the bottle, and said without thinking, "Great, I love this thing!" ”

Clark raised an eyebrow, "I almost forgot, you live in a Muggle family." ”

He leaned on two fingers to open the cap of the bottle, then handed Harry the iced coke with water droplets on its surface, "Alright - let's wish Gryffindor a victory over Ravenclaw!" ”

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

After a sip of cold Coke, the pores of the whole person opened up instantly, as if all the unpleasantness was taken out of the body with that burp.

Harry took several gulps in satisfaction, just looking at his size, he knew that he didn't have a share of it at Dursley's time.

"By the way, what's under the dementor's hood?" After only half of the Coke was drunk, Harry suddenly uttered a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Clark thoughtfully put down the glass bottle.

Well, it is true, those who really know the truth cannot live to tell us.

After all, you have to know that Dementors only lift their hoods when they use their last and most vicious weapon. ”

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"People call it the 'Dementor's Kiss.'" Clark smiled mockingly, "It's a joke to use such a beautiful word as 'kiss' to describe the last resort of the Dementors." ”

"This kiss of theirs is capable of dealing with the people they want to destroy completely, and I guess there is something like a mouth down there, because they press their jaws against the victim's mouth - sucking his soul."

Harry squirted out some Coke without paying attention.

"What—they kill ——?"

"No, no, no," Clark waved his hand, "much better than that." ”

"You know, for wizards, as long as the brain and heart are working, you can live even without a soul.

But in this case, you no longer have self-awareness, you no longer have memories, you don't have ...... anymore anything, and there is not the slightest chance of recovery.

You're just—monotonously living, as an empty shell, your soul is missing...... Gone. ”

Clarke's words sent a shudder down Harry's side, sucking the soul out of his mouth, a punishment that shocked him.

The two of them didn't say anything more, and Harry even regretted asking the question a little, the answer was terrifying.

By the time he finished his Coke and left the classroom with Clark, his mind was still thinking: What would it be like to have one's soul sucked out?

As a result, Harry crashed into Professor McGonagall as he went upstairs.

"Walk and watch, Potter!"

"I'm sorry, Professor—"

"I went to look for you in the Gryffindor common room, and you're still hanging out at such a late hour!" Professor McGonagall looked at him angrily, "And you, Clark, you're messing around with him." ”

"This ...... Professor, actually, I'm helping Harry - training how to deal with Dementors-" Clark quickly explained.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall's face was slightly better, "here's for you, we've taken every measure we can think of, and it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it—you're somewhere, Potter, maybe you really have a good friend......"

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise, for in Professor McGonagall's hands, his firebolt looked as fine as ever.

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