The Guardian of the Gods is an ancient and extremely difficult magic.

Dumbledore didn't expect Harry to learn it, he just wanted Harry to stay away from the Dark Wizard's mind.

Because in order to successfully summon a Patronus with the Guardian of the Gods, you need to use happy emotions.

This is contrary to the ruthlessness and cruelty required of dark magic, which means that a wizard who can successfully cast the Divine Guardian will basically not be a dark wizard.

Moreover, releasing the Divine Guardian can baptize one's body and mind.

Even if Harry had to release the Unforgivable Curse later, the Divine Guardian would be able to re-appease his heart.

However, when Harry succeeded in summoning a cloud of silver light for the first time, Dumbledore could not hide his surprise.

"You're talented, Harry. It didn't succeed in summoning a true Patronus, but it was enough to keep the Dementors away. I think you know what a Dementor is, right? ”

"Yes, sir." Ha stirred the silver light with his wand.

The silver elf was like a mist of water, stretching and shrinking as he plucked, as if playing with his own guardian.

Dumbledore sighed slightly, he looked at the dreamlike silver light, and the whole person seemed to go back to the past.

"You're better than any student I've ever met, Harry. Including Ling's father. ”

"Is that the mystery man included? Mr. Dumbledore. Harry dissipated the silver light.

He didn't deny some of Dumbledore's words, but there was one thing that even the well-informed Dumbledore misjudged.

The silver light just now was not the unfinished form of the spell.

Every Patronus Charm is an animal in its full form, and Harry's release is no exception.

It's just that his patronus is more special.

His, is Hai Ying.

This is a beautiful species, each of them is only 3 millimeters long, and it is a marine plankton that emits light.

They survive in bays and often congregate together.

The light they emit at night is like a light veil of the moon fading, rising and falling with the tide, floating and lingering all night.

Dumbledore didn't know this, and he was brought back to his memories by Harry's words, there was a child named Tom Riddle, who was not yet the notorious Dark Lord at the time.

After a while, as if he had suddenly woken up, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and whispered, "Yes, Harry, and the mystery man as well. ”

Harry looked at him quietly, and Dumbledore noticed his gaze, laughed, and said:

"I know you're curious about his story, but I'm sorry, Harry, I can't tell you right now."

Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently and continued, "Then please teach me a new spell, Mr. Dumbledore. ”

"Oh, the new spell." Dumbledore blinked, and he nodded thoughtfully, but said, "I don't have any new spells, Harry. ”

"You know, a wizard is not so powerful because of the rarity of the spells he masters, but—"

"Understood, Mr. Headmaster. Thank you very much for the Patronus Charm. Harry politely interrupted Dumbledore.

"I'm going to brush up on my homework, and I wish you a wonderful, comfortable afternoon, Mr. Headmaster."

Harry walked out briskly before Dumbledore could react, and didn't forget to close the door.

Dumbledore froze in place with his mouth open, and the portraits of the headmasters behind him suddenly let out a loud mockery.

"I'd like to keep him for a snack." Dumbledore touched his nose, then casually began to make a glass of honey water with his magic.

However, before he could drink fresh honey water, Harry's 'blessing' took effect.

Like a dark cloud, an owl slammed open the window of the principal's office.

They flailed their wings and competed for a few places to land, and even Fox's beloved nest was smashed by the owls.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Dumbledore, get rid of them!" The headmaster portraits looked in horror at the paws flying in front of them.

If the canvas is scratched by an owl, they will have to huddle with the other portraits.

This is not the posthumous specification of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was too busy to take care of himself, his honey water had undoubtedly been kicked over by an owl, and he was busy cleaning up the wet papers.

Dumbledore knew that if he didn't take the papers, there was a good chance that they would be smoked like weird chocolate chips from bird droppings.

"Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall slammed the door open, then exclaimed, crouching down on her lady's top hat.

A flock of owls flew out in a daze, and then landed quietly on the fence of the hallway.

"Thank you so much, Minerva." Dumbledore took out his wand and used 'Restore to Normal' and 'Clean Up' on his office.

Although the owl smell is still there, at least Fawkes won't come back and lose his temper with him.

Dumbledore smiled, Fawkes was still like a child, he always couldn't do anything about it.

"You still have time to laugh, Dumbledore?!" Professor McGonagall stepped forward and slapped a large poster in front of Dumbledore.

If Dumbledore hadn't dodged in time, the newspaper would have been glued to his face.

He was just about to make a joke when his eyes saw a few extremely eye-catching big words in the newspaper -

Voldemort announces his return.

Underneath the big letters, a well-dressed Voldemort was saying something with his arms outstretched, and behind him stood a good-looking, butler-like figure.

"No, it can't be true." Dumbledore whispered subconsciously.

But before Professor McGonagall could retort, a group of hurried footsteps rushed in.

"Dumbledore!" A fat man in a suit yelled, "You need to stop him!" ”

"Fudge......" Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead, feeling that things were getting more tricky.

If he was to face Fudge and his Ministry of Magic, it would be better for him to face ten Voldemort.

At least Voldemort wouldn't disgust him with nonsense.

……

At the same time, the forbidden area of the Hogwarts Library.

Russell looked at Quirrell with a distorted expression and said with a smile, "What's the matter, Voldemort, do you want to ask me to help you break the spell now?" ”

"Look at the way you look now, is it a begging attitude?"

Quirrell gasped for air, his head brightened a little higher, and even the evil whispers in the forbidden area were captured by the light, and the chaotic and distorted voices became calm.

"Russell, if you don't want to regret it, lift the spell on me as soon as possible. Don't think I can't crack it! ”

"Then I'll wait for good news, Voldemort." Russell opened the next forbidden book, bowed his head and said, "I hope you will lift it before you become a good person, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be reluctant." ”

"You'll regret it!" Quirrell gritted his teeth.

The corners of Russell's mouth twitched, almost thinking that he had come to the wrong world.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you good news." Russell conjured up a newspaper from his hand, the same one as Dumbledore's.

"Your brother is going back to his old business, do you want to send a flower basket to bless him?"

Quirrell reached out and took the newspaper, and after only two glances, he jumped to his feet and scolded, "Bastard, how dare he! He's a Horcrux, bastard! Shit! ”

Russell shook his head, listened to Quirrell's powerful accompaniment, and read the book with peace of mind.

The forbidden books here are very interesting, and the library is very quiet, and the fights and killings outside have nothing to do with the library, and he loves it so much.

Nope.

I'm a little tired today

(End of chapter)