pertwk Chapter 107 Dementors and the Patronus Curse
Chapter 107 Dementors and the Patronus Curse
"Tom! Tom! How are you?"
Someone was shaking him, causing him to retch for a while.
He quickly raised his hand and waved it, signaling not to touch him for the time being.
He groggily leaned on the wall and groped for a seat. He was still dizzy. There seemed to be a blender in his head, making his brain buzz. The dizziness and nausea trembled from the cortex on the top of his head down to the cervical spine. It spread all over my body and caused goosebumps all over my body. He didn't even dare to open his mouth, feeling like he would spit it out again.
There was light shining into the eyeballs through the eyelids, bringing a new wave of dizziness, and it was like a wildly rotating kaleidoscope in front of his eyes.
There was a sound of flapping wings, and then a familiar heavy weight fell on his thigh.
The cool beak and smooth feathers clung to his neck.
"Chirp chirp..." He murmured, raising his head to suppress the desire to vomit.
The smooth and solid bird's beak slowly slid across his neck, and then there was a sharp pain - the crow pecked him hard.
He groaned, feeling blood flow from the painful area. But as the blood flowed out, the discomfort was relieved a little, and some invisible things floated out along the wound.
Tom weakly opened his eyes and looked into the dark red eyes of the crow - his big crow was tilting its head and looking at him, as if wondering whether to take another bite.
"Just bite your finger next time," Tom said weakly, with a wry smile, "I'm really afraid you'll peck the aorta..."
He sat for a while longer, feeling that the shaking fragments in his mind slowly calmed down - he still didn't know what spell he shouted out under the stimulation of the sense of danger, but he speculated that Lockhart probably poured it into his mind. Memory spells. There are two reasons. One is because when his mind is blank, the memories instilled from the outside are more profound. The other is because he finds that there are many painful memory fragments in his mind, and the specific contents are vague. , only all kinds of painful feelings lingering in it. There seemed to be other feelings, but the discomfort was so intense at the moment that it was difficult to detect what was wrong.
Tom opened his eyes and saw Harry passed out on the ground, Professor Lupin looking down to check on him. Neville sat on the ground leaning against the wall with a blank expression on his face, his face stained with tears. Hermione and Ron shivered on their knees, looking at him and Harry.
"How is Harry?" Tom struggled to stand up and found that his voice was low and weak.
Harry trembled his hands to touch his glasses, but they were shaking so much that his hands were covered in cold sweat after touching them for a long time.
Ron and Hermione helped him up and asked nervously: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Harry sat down and looked around, "What happened just now? Where is that... that monster? Who was screaming just now?"
"No one screamed," Ron replied.
The snap startled everyone, and Neville gave a short scream, then stopped - he saw Professor Lupin breaking a large piece of chocolate into small pieces.
"I'm sorry..." Neville said awkwardly, "I just... I'm just very sensitive to danger..." He raised his hand and wiped his face carelessly, not noticing that Professor Lupin looked at him for a while longer. .
"Here you go," Professor Lupin handed out chocolates to everyone, giving an extra large piece to Tom and Harry, "eat it, you'll feel better."
"What was that just now?" Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.
"A dementor," Lupine said lightly, "a dementor from Azkaban." He glanced at Tom one more time, "Anyway, it can attack it under the pressure of the dementor. Not easy, you must be a Gryffindor."
"Yes," Harry said, cheering up and feeling proud of his friend, "we are both Gryffindors."
"Very good." Professor Lupine muttered, crumpling the empty chocolate wrapper into a ball, "Eat, I'm going to find the driver, excuse me." He opened the door and left.
"So what happened just now?" Tom held the chocolate, while Chirp poked his head in his lap and tried to eat it secretly. "No... you can't eat this..." Tom raised his hand, but was still chased by Chirp's beak. As a last resort, he stuffed a large piece of chocolate into his mouth and immediately felt his body warm up.
Because of this, Jiujiu angrily scratched the back of his hand - the kind that didn't even break the skin.
"Well - that guy - ah, the Dementor - was standing there looking around, and I say 'look', uh, because..." Ron searched for words.
"Then Tom raised his wand and shouted something, too fast for me to hear," Hermione took over, "You hit it, but it didn't seem to have any effect. At the same time, Harry fell off his seat. , started convulsing, and we were all frightened. Then Professor Lupine muttered some incantation, a silver light emitted from his wand, and the Dementor turned and slithered away."
"It's terrible," Neville said, his face pale. "I felt so cold when that thing came in. It seemed like I would never be happy again."
Ron twisted his neck uncomfortably and said, "I never want to meet this thing again. No wonder they all say Azkaban is the most terrifying place in the world. Think about it, this is just one, then But a group of dementors..." He shuddered.
Professor Lupine came back not long after, looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm glad to see you are all better. We will be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. Do you want to change your school uniforms?"
The boys stood up and walked out, leaving the carriage to Hermione. When Tom walked out of the carriage door, he saw an irregular transparent object on the ground that shimmered like a piece of broken glass.
He bent down and picked it up. A chill penetrated his body from the place of contact, and his mind cleared.
"What is this?" he asked.
"What?" Lupine asked him, as if he couldn't see the piece.
Just as he was about to say something, the crow on his shoulder slapped him lightly, causing him to swallow his words.
So Tom calmly put the thing into his pocket, raised his head and said to Professor Lupin: "That's the spell you cast on the dementors."
"Well, that's a very profound spell - I'm not boasting, it's indeed much higher than the level of ordinary wizards." Professor Lupine said gently, "It's called the Patronus Charm."
Tom listened with interest.
"How does it work?" Harry asked urgently, feeling a little embarrassed by his behavior. 7K妏揩
"Well, if you're wondering..." Lupine cleared his throat, "When it works correctly, it summons a Patronus - something that can ward off Dementors, between you and the Dementors. It acts like a shield.”
"The Patronus is a positive force in people's hearts. What it advocates is exactly the food of the Dementors - hope, happiness, the desire to live, etc. - but after all, it is not a real living creature, so it cannot It will be truly desperate, which means the dementors can't really hurt it." Professor Lupine said a bunch of convoluted words, "Uh, do you understand?"
Ron and Neville looked at him blankly.
"So what does a Patronus look like?" Harry asked.
"The appearance of the patron saint is related to the wizard who summoned it. There is no fixed appearance."
"So, how to summon it specifically?" Tom asked.
"Use a spell that only works if you concentrate and try your best to recall something truly happy."
"That's it?" Harry asked in disbelief.
But Tom knows that this is difficult, because before the Dementor really gets close, its dark realm has spread and begun to suck people's happiness and hope. When facing it, you have to raise your spirits to recall happy things, that kind of happiness. It would be really difficult to be strong enough to at least offset the dementors' feeding speed.
"The spell itself is not difficult. Listen carefully," Lupine said word for word, "Calling the gods to protect you."
Happiness... Tom stared at his wand, as if there was no happiness worth mentioning. Study magic? Successfully cast a spell? Or the moment when you narrowly escaped death from the Dark Lord? Every moment of happiness seems to be accompanied by depression and pain. Without the dedication of studying hard, the joy of success would seem so frivolous. Even if he successfully escaped from the Dark Lord, the pain and depression of helplessness and powerlessness still surrounded him. He even felt humiliated by Riddle's contempt and the so-called game...
The extra painful fragments in his mind screamed one after another, and he felt that his brain was going to explode...
"Calling for God's Guard!" He slashed the wand downwards angrily, and a dark silver mist exploded at the tip of the wand and quickly dissipated into the air.
"Very good." Professor Lupin looked at him with a smile and clapped lightly, "If it were in school, I would definitely add ten points to Gryffindor."
Tom smiled stiffly and looked at his wand in confusion. He was very sure that what he recalled just now was not a happy memory at all, and the silver mist that quickly disappeared was not something to summon the patron saint - on the contrary, his perception spread out at that moment, and he saw what followed. The countless cloaked monsters in the darkness shrouding the Hogwarts Express neatly raised their hoods at that moment and "looked" at him silently.