v3 Chapter 197： talk too much

Harry sat on the ground panting heavily, and Lupin came up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a bar of chocolate.

"Eat it and you'll feel better."

Harry obediently swallowed the chocolate.

"We were lucky, as I hoped." Lupin looked as happy as he had picked up a hundred Galleons, "I was a little worried at first that Boggart would turn into Voldemort when he saw you, but I prefer to believe my other conjecture."

Harry was a little surprised, because Lupin actually said Voldemort's name so generously. Before that, only Professor Dumbledore and Sirius dared to do so... Oh, it seems that Yordle dared to call him by his first name.

"I thought so too at first, but then I couldn't help thinking of those dementors when I stood in front of the box." Harry said frankly that everyone could almost face Voldemort's true face.

"So my guess is correct, what you fear the most is fear itself, just like your father, Harry..." Lupin smiled slightly, "You did a great job just now, great, let's move on. ?"

Tom and Hermione watched Lupin open the box again and again, and watched Harry collapse to the ground again and again. However, Harry's progress is also visible to the naked eye. From the beginning, he was instantly killed almost in front of him, and then he could last for a few seconds, and he lasted longer and longer in front of the Dementors.

The last time, the white fog at the tip of Harry's wand even forced the dementor that Boggart turned into two steps back.

huh... huh...

Harry sat on the ground with tears in his eyes, mixed with sweat and dripping all over his face. Just now, the voice of his father before his death appeared in his mind.

After he shared what he heard with Lupin, Lupin's expression became a little strange.

"Listen, Harry, I think this is the end of the night... At least the study of the Patronus Charm is here first."

"Let me try again!" Harry pleaded.

Lupin pondered for a moment, then nodded as if he had made a decision against his will, "You prepare first..."

Harry began to scour his stomach for particularly pleasant memories, first of all what it was like to fly into the sky for the first time, then the moment he left the Dursleys to go to school at Hogwarts—a pleasant memory, but It almost makes sense. Now he thinks of Sirius, of the Christmas he spent with Sirius, of 12 Grimmauld Place... It's dirty, but it can be called "home".

If the memory of being with Sirius wasn't a pleasant one, he didn't know what was. Harry concentrated, trying hard to remember how it felt to be on Sirius' motorcycle.

Soon, he felt it was okay. He stood in front of the box again.

"let's start!"

Professor Lupin lifted the lid of the box again, and the dementors emerged from the inside again, the classroom became cold, and the light also dimmed——

In Harry's mind, the screams reappeared, men, women, and grim laughter—

"God Guard!" Harry shouted, at this moment, the voice in Harry's mind became strange, like listening to a radio station with poor signal, the voice became blurred, and it was very harsh murmur. A huge silver shadow emerged from the tip of Harry's staff and slammed into the Dementor so hard that it staggered.

All of a sudden, the surrounding cold and darkness receded, and the dementor that Bogut turned into lost its power and no longer felt the oppression it had when it first appeared.

"Funny!" Lupin rushed over and locked the dementor in the box. Harry slumped into the chair next to him, gasping for breath. At this moment, he felt that he was exhausted, and the phantom that had just emerged from the tip of the stick seemed to have hollowed out his internal organs.

"Excellent, Harry!" Lupin happily took out a large piece of chocolate.

"Don't even think about it," Harry opened his mouth to say something, Lupin was like a roundworm in his stomach, and instantly refused, "This is enough for tonight, we can learn something else next... Yodel , Granger, come, come! You've been waiting too—"

He called Tom and Hermione over and cleared a clearing with his wand.

"Harry, before starting the teaching of other spells, I hope you can see what the top wizards of your age are like, and you can start, Yordle."

Hearing Professor Lupin's praise, Hermione bowed her head in embarrassment.

When Hermione raised her head a little shyly, Tom found the gap and suddenly pulled out his wand: "Except your weapon!"

Duel etiquette? It doesn't exist, as for the sneak attack? That's not it, didn't you hear Professor Lupin say: [It's time to start, Yodel]

The dazzling red light caught Hermione's eyes, and a small transparent shield suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking Tom's spell.

The transparent shield shattered in the air, and Tom's spell dissipated.

Tom: ...

What the hell! He forgot to make a lot of defensive accessories for Hermione just to prevent this little girl from being attacked by bad guys one day...

But who would have thought that he was planted on this today!

A stunned look appeared on Hermione's face, as if she hadn't reacted. The next moment, when she realized what had just happened, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes: Some people should fix it!

"Ten thousand bullets!" A group of birds emerged from the tip of Hermione's staff and shot at Tom. Tom tumbled on the spot, allowing the birds to shoot in the air.

The next second, a red light flew towards his face.

The real battle is not a turn-based game, it has to come and go. After Hermione used "Ten Thousand Bullets", it was followed by a disarming spell, giving Tom no room to fight back.

"Flame shield!" Tom rolled several times in a row, dodging Hermione's spells before he found a chance to fight back. He first created a blue flame barrier between himself and Hermione. Cast Hermione's spell, and then he cast an Iron Armor spell on himself.

"Hermione, admit defeat, in front of the flame barrier, all spells are ineffective." After Tom put the "shield" on himself, his confidence increased greatly.

"It didn't even ring the bell," Hermione said disdainfully, "Be serious!"

She took two steps and waved her wand sharply, and the birds that had just hit the ground flew towards Tom. But as soon as they hit the wall of fire, they turned into fireballs and fell to the ground.

"I said it, it's useless--" Tom wanted to say something else, but a strong wind hit him, and then he felt something hit him, knocking him up and flying.