Chapter 104

"Harry, I know how you feel about losing your parents, but at least you can see relatives alive - even if they are really bad for you, they are better than me, aren't they?"

Maka's tone was still so indifferent, but every sentence struck their hearts like a hammer.

"Oh - Marca, you are - but you never said --" Hermione said in surprise.

"No wonder you don't mention the situation at home. My mother has been worried that your family is bad for you!" Ron was surprised.

Of course, the biggest shock in Harry's heart was Marca's words. He was staring at Marca so hard that he couldn't even speak.

"Remember, Harry, you're a Gryffindor," Marca said calmly. "Don't always get upset about these things. Show your spirit."

"If you want to find out all this, you must not be anxious, let alone rash. Can you understand what I mean?"

"But..." Harry hesitated. "Is that true about dwarf Peter?"

Marca glanced at Ron's pocket. He found the spots hidden in it. He moved immediately when he heard Harry's words.

"I'm not sure. It's just a possibility," he said after coping with it casually. "Harry, Professor Lupin has told me that you want to learn the patron saint curse. I think it's a good idea."

"Oh! Yes!" Hermione echoed. "Ron and I also want to learn. Can we learn together?"

"Of course, that's no problem," Marca agreed. "In recent times, patron saint mantra is very practical - of course, it's not easy at all. You have to be prepared."

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Soon, after lunch, the lecture began.

Speaking of it, Harry and the three were looking forward to it at the beginning. After all, the magnificent Eagle shocked them a lot. But before long, except Hermione was still in high spirits, Harry and Ron were already sleepy.

Professor Lupin attached great importance to Maka's "small magic spell class". He not only asked Maka to teach everyone in the faculty lounge, but even asked Professor flavy to listen carefully.

But to be honest, almost everyone thought that Maka would choose practical training as the way of teaching - lupin even thought that Maka might directly grab a Dementor's face and drag it to the lounge as she did on the train.

Whether it's appropriate or not, it's bound to be a very exciting opening.

But who knows, Marca didn't mean to let Harry take out their wand at all.

He knocked on the blackboard with his wand, moved a large number of spell theories to it, and then calmly told a series of spell theory analysis about the structure of spell text, syllable linking and breakpoints, wand waving track and so on.

It's like trying to break this spell completely, which makes people feel extremely boring. Plus his inflexible tone - it was as sleepy as Professor bins's history of magic class.

"Hey, what do you think?" lupin asked flavy with a stiff face.

"It's like listening to a compound theoretical lecture." flavina's sharp tone is much more depressed than usual, "which reminds me of the alchemy Academic Salon seminar held by Nicole LeMay..."

"To tell you the truth, these theories are really wonderful. It's hard to imagine that McLean has such an in-depth study of magic spells..." lupin said powerlessly, "but why can't I listen to them at all..."

"Oh, Marca, you seem to have changed a wand?" asked the bored Ron suddenly.

In addition to Hermione immersed in knowledge, others subconsciously looked into Maka's hand.

"Well, yes," said makayan, raising his wand. "The previous one was accidentally broken. I went to buy another one."

He paused, looked at the other people's listless appearance, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"OK! Then, let's try it..." Maka said. "I was going to give you a brief understanding of the basic principle of the patron saint curse, which will make it easier for you to succeed, but... In short, take out the wand first."

As soon as they heard that practical training was going to be carried out, everyone came to the spirit.

Maka asked Harry to stand in the middle of the empty space, and then said, "there are many key points of the patron saint curse, but there is only one key point, that is, in the process of casting, use your most positive and positive emotions as support to burst out your emotions."

"So... What exactly should I do?" asked Harry.

"There are many kinds of positive emotions, among which 'happiness' and' protection 'are the most effective for Dementors," Marca explained in detail. "The object of' happiness' is yourself, and the object of 'protection' is others. No matter which one, it only needs the strongest, most direct and most determined, which is the best."

"Specifically... For example, recall your happiest things; or imagine you want to protect someone who is most important to you," he continued. "Then read the mantra - 'call God's guard', and try it!"

"Happy memories? Guarding important people?"

Harry and the three of them frowned and looked different. They thought for a while before they waved their wand and began to try.

However, the casting of the patron saint curse was not simple. In the next half an hour, the three did not gain much. Well, except Hermione.

When she tried for the third time, she let her wand emit silver fog.

In fact, Maka's previous theory is really effective, and Hermione is a good example. But not everyone can learn those boring theoretical knowledge.

"I was only going to let you learn theory first, so I wasn't prepared..." Maka spread her hands and said, "well, you continue to try first, and I'll get you a Dementor - it's everywhere outside the school recently, isn't it?"

Before long, the scene that lupin had imagined finally appeared.

Maka, whose whole body was shining with silver, directly dragged a Dementor into the staff lounge.

"Fortunately, it's Christmas holiday, otherwise it will be lively..." no matter how the Dementor struggled in her hand, Maka just grabbed its face and covered its mouth tightly.

As the Dementors entered the lounge, the warm room immediately became cold,

Aside, Harry and the three stood far away, looking at Marca with a complex face.

"... don't look at me like that," said Maka, swinging her empty hand. "This is an advanced application of the patron saint mantra, and I found it inadvertently. If you can learn the basics more solidly, I can try to teach you."

"Well, did anyone succeed just now?" Marca asked. "I mean, when I left."

"Miss Granger did a good job," said Professor Lupin. "I think she can try it first."

"Well, then, everyone except Hermione retreats to the wall," Marca said. "Hermione, are you ready?"

Hermione looked at the Dementor struggling in Marca's hand and nodded firmly.

"Good! Remember, the spell is' call the divine guard, '" said Marca, releasing the Dementor in her hand and pushing it towards Hermione.

Suddenly, the Dementor, whose whole body was covered under the tattered black cloak and covered with black fog, rushed at Hermione, and its scabby and rotten hands grabbed at her.

Hermione immediately felt as if she had gone back to the moment when she was almost drowned in the cold lake at the end of the first semester.

The cold kept seeping into her skin, and the Dementor's invisible face hidden under his hood was getting closer and closer to her. Hermione felt that she couldn't concentrate on casting the spell... Happy? Where is happiness?

In Hermione's heart, fear and despair are accumulating

"Ah --"

Hermione screamed and stepped back, then tripped over herself. She sat down on the cold floor, but she couldn't help moving back desperately.

She couldn't help but want to stay away from the monster that filled her heart with fear.

"... it seems that we need to slow down again."

Maka's voice came from behind the Dementor. At the same time, a hand wrapped in silver fog suddenly stretched out from behind its neck.

The hand tightly pinched the Dementor's neck, so that it couldn't help leaning back its head, and then

Only listen to the "bang" sound, accompanied by a hoarse roar, the Dementor found that he was hit on the wall by the hateful human.

"Oh -"

Harry and Ron, as well as lupin and flavie, could not help shrinking their necks.

"A strange fall over the shoulder..." lupin said.

"Well... Who makes Dementors grow so tall?" flavy scratched his head.

Because everyone was standing on both sides against the wall, they could clearly see Maka's movements just now - including how Maka jumped up, how she grabbed the Dementor's neck, and finally how she broke its neck and threw it out.

The whole set of movements is flowing. I have to say, it looks really cool.

"... the Dementor's body is really light." Maka shrugged when she saw everyone staring at herself.

As he spoke, he went to the Dementor's side again, grabbed its face and dragged it to the middle of the lounge.

"Everyone should remember, be careful of the Dementor's mouth. It will not only suck your positive emotions, but sometimes directly suck your soul!" Maka said calmly. "This should be kept in your heart - that's why I always cover its mouth."