Chapter 212 Harry Who Missed Hogsmeade

Dracula discovered that he had overestimated the magical talents of the young wizards.

A few weeks have passed, and no one has been able to learn the Patronus Charm. Most of the better students can only spray some silver gas with their wands.

Only Cedric and a few outstanding sixth- and seventh-grade students have learned a little bit about how to summon the silver shadow of their patron saint, but they still cannot tell what kind of animal form their patron saint is.

Not only that, most students who can cast the patron saint's silver gas crudely can only do so when they are fully concentrated.

When Dracula ordered the dementors to let go of the dark and cold aura on their bodies, it was difficult for the students to concentrate completely and to focus on recalling the happy memories of the past. Instead, they were constantly assaulted by sad and sad negative emotions. mind.

Therefore, when actually facing Dementors, students who can use the Patronus Charm roughly will have to at least make another half-measure.

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"Professor, I would like to ask you to give me some advice on my Patronus Charm!"

As Halloween approached, Harry seemed dissatisfied with the progress in learning the Patronus Charm and came to Dracula's office alone.

Dracula was shaking the wine glass in his hand, and through the reflection of the bright red wine in the glass, he could see the tangled and hesitant expression on Harry's face.

"Your study progress is quite good among third-grade students. What else are you dissatisfied with?" He asked calmly, taking a sip of red wine.

"I can only use this magic when there is no pressure from the dementors..." Harry lowered his head in frustration, "Whenever the dementors let go of their breath, I will immediately become the bottom of the entire grade. s student."

In fact, Harry was one of those little wizards who could cast the silvery gas of the Patronus Charm.

The magic power of third-grade wizards has not yet fully grown, and many advanced magics are difficult to use successfully, so there are very few wizards in the entire grade who can cast silver gas.

The Patronus Charm taught by Dracula was an early version learned from the invincible Andros. After Dracula himself improved it, these lower-level wizards also have greater possibilities to cast it.

Despite this, when the dementors did not let go of their breath, Harry's progress was still somewhat beyond Dracula's expectations.

However, Harry's use of the Patronus Charm was limited to situations where he was not affected by dementors.

Whenever the dementors let go of their breath, Harry would immediately feel faint, and the sound that had been heard many times in his ears would appear in his mind -

Evil laughter, a woman's pleading, a baby's cry... Later, these sounds slowly pieced together a picture, and he gradually realized that these were all things that really happened when he was a child.

This is what really happened when Voldemort killed his family!

"The degree of influence of dementors is mainly determined by a person's past memories." Dracula put down his wine glass and looked at Harry. The crisp collision of the wine glass with the table interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"Most of your other classmates have not experienced the misfortunes you have experienced, so they cannot understand your despair when facing the dementors." Dracula said, "If you are because of Draco Malfoy's ridicule I just want to prove myself in front of him, then I think this is a completely unnecessary thing."

The fact that Harry would be stunned by Dementors has been regarded as a joke by his archenemy Malfoy and spread widely in Slytherin College. Everyone knows that this incident makes Harry very distressed.

"No, it's not because of this, Professor." Harry shook his head and said, "It's just...after Halloween, the Gryffindor Quidditch team will start the next game. I don't want the team to do it because of me. Lost the game for reasons.”

"But I heard that your broomstick was broken." Dracula glanced at him and said casually.

"I can also use the Sweep series of brooms. If I use the Sweep Seven Stars, I will definitely win Malfoy's Nimbus 2001!" Harry said loudly.

"Is it really because the opponent is Malfoy?" Dracula chuckled, "If it is because you are worried about the Dementors coming to the Quidditch pitch again, then you can go back now..."

"Dumbledore has reached an agreement with the Ministry of Magic. From now on, dementors will be firmly controlled outside the school. They will no longer enter the Quidditch pitch."

"Is this so..." Harry stared at Dracula blankly, his eyes blank.

"What's wrong, shouldn't you be happy to hear this news?" Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and watched with interest as Harry tilted the corners of his mouth upwards, but couldn't smile.

"But..." Harry hesitated for a while and then changed his words, "But I still want to learn the Patronus Charm. I don't want to be unable to resist them when facing them."

"This is a step-by-step process, you don't need to be too impatient." Dracula said, "Follow the learning progress of the grade honestly. With your talent, you will at least be able to skillfully use the simplified version of the Patronus Charm by the end of this school year. .”

"But, we will go to Hogsmeade the day before Halloween. If we encounter a dementor..."

"I don't think you can go to Hogsmeade." Harry was interrupted by Dracula before he finished speaking. "Professor McGonagall told me that you can't go to Hogsmeade without a parent's signature." Maud travels.”

Hogsmeade is the only village in the UK where all residents are composed of wizards. It is located to the west of Hogwarts Castle. Students in third grade and above can go there on weekends, but only if they obtain permission from their parents or other guardians. license.

Harry had no hope of getting Uncle Vernon's signature, not to mention that he had blown up his aunt into a balloon during the summer vacation, had a big conflict with his uncle's family, and had to run away from home.

Therefore, he became the only little wizard in the third grade who could not go to Hogsmeade.

At the mention of Hogsmeade, Harry's face immediately became disappointed.

Then, his eyes lit up and he looked up at Dracula.

"Professor, um... I would like to ask, can you sign the Hogsmeade application for me?" Harry asked.

"I can't sign for you." Dracula refused him without hesitation.

Looking at Harry's eyes that suddenly turned dark, he explained: "Don't you understand, Potter? The reason why you can't go to Hogsmeade is because you didn't sign."

"Hogsmeade is an open village after all. Anyone, including various dark wizards, can come and go at will. The Ministry of Magic and the professors are worried that Sirius Black will ambush you there."

After hearing Dracula's explanation, Harry's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Understood? If I sign for you, whether it's useful or not is another matter. Professor McGonagall doesn't know how to blame me!" Dracula said.

"So, you don't have to worry about encountering dementors outside the school. The professors will not let you leave the school at all."

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Harry left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office disappointed.

He didn't know why he wanted to learn the Patronus Charm so much, and even found various excuses to let Professor Dracula tutor him alone.

After being rejected by Professor Dracula, Harry even went to Assistant Professor Riddle, who had a good relationship with him.

But what Harry didn't expect was that Assistant Riddle, who was almost omnipotent in all aspects of defense against the dark arts, told him that he didn't know the Patronus Charm!

Several more Defense Against the Dark Arts classes passed, and Harry still made no progress. Every time he felt the negative aura of the Dementors, he would immediately fall into a coma, even faster than the previous coma. Some.

Later, Harry himself couldn't tell whether he wanted to learn the Patronus Charm to fight the Dementors, or whether he was addicted to the voices that the Dementors evoked from the depths of his memory.

As scary as it was to hear his parents' dying voices in his head, it was the only way Harry could hear them.

However, if he still bothers to listen to his parents' voices, he will never be able to summon a true patron saint...

"They are dead," he told himself sternly, "They are dead, and hearing their echo will not bring them back."

But when the next class begins, Harry will still subconsciously cater to the dark aura of the Dementors and let himself sink into the dark vortex.

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On the day before Halloween, third-year wizards were allowed to visit Hogsmeade for the first time.

In the early morning, Harry woke up with everyone and went downstairs to have breakfast.

He was in a very bad mood, but on the surface he tried to act as normal as possible.

"We'll bring you lots of sweets from Honeydukes," said Hermione.

She was keenly aware of Harry's sadness, so she tried her best to comfort him.

"Yes, I will bring a lot." Ron also said.

However, the two young wizards who comforted Harry together did not have any tacit understanding. The two were still arguing before breakfast——

Hermione's half-breed cat, Crookshanks, has been keeping a close eye on Ron's pet rat Scabbers recently. From time to time, he wants to sneak into the Gryffindor boys' dormitory and steal Scabbers away from Ron's bed. .

Ron thought that Hermione didn't care about him by raising a cat, but Hermione thought that raising a cat was a normal thing, and it was natural for cats to eat mice.

Because of this matter, the two people would have a big quarrel from time to time.

"Don't worry about me." Harry, sandwiched between the two of them, said perfunctorily, "We'll meet at the Halloween dinner. I hope you have a great time."

He wished he said it casually, but he was really bad at acting, and the sadness on his face was about to overflow.

Harry accompanied his two friends to the front hall of the castle.

Filch, the castle administrator, stood in front of the gate, checking each student with a long list, looking at each person's face suspiciously, wary of anyone who shouldn't be there slipping out.

"Staying, Potter?" Malfoy shouted. He stood with Crabbe and Goyle in the queue heading to Hogsmeade.

"I see, you are afraid of encountering Dementors!" He laughed playfully, "It's a pity that I couldn't see the famous Harry Potter fainting on the ground."

Harry ignored him and walked alone up the marble stairs and through the deserted corridors back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Watchling, tell me your command!" Sir Cadogan shouted, waving his knight's sword.

"Chivalry," Harry said listlessly.

"That was yesterday's password." Sir Cadogan pointed at Harry with his sword in a mean voice, "I understand, you are the traitor to Gryffindor. Look at the sword, bastard!"

"Oh, baring his teeth and claws." Harry just remembered that Sir Cadogan was a doorman who could change passwords several times a day, and he replied impatiently.

"Ah, congratulations on the correct answer!" Sir Cadogan opened the portrait and made way for the doorway into the Gryffindor common room. "Do you want to have a duel with me before you leave?"

"No, thank you." Harry declined and crawled through the hole.

The common room was full of first- and second-year students, all chatting and laughing. Some of the older students had obviously been to Hogsmeade many times and no longer had a fresh feeling about it.

"Harry! Harry! Hello, Harry!" Colin Creevey, a second-year student, admired Harry very much and never missed the opportunity to talk to Harry. "You didn't go to Hogmore." Okay, Harry? Why don't you go? Hey-"

Colin looked around at his classmates eagerly and finally saw an empty seat, "If you are willing, come and sit with us, okay?"

"Oh, no, thank you, Colin," Harry said.

He didn't want a bunch of people looking at the scar on his forehead.

"Well... I have to go to the library. I have to finish my homework there." He said perfunctorily.

After saying that, he regretted it, because he couldn't lie in front of the junior students, and couldn't bear to let Colin know that he was perfunctory.

Harry had no choice but to turn back and slip through the doorway behind the portrait.

"Oh, have you changed your mind again and want to have a duel with me?" Sir Cadogan shouted after him.

Harry ignored him and walked listlessly towards the library, but changed his mind halfway:

On days like this, he didn't want to do anything serious.

Harry turned around and wanted to leave the castle and go to Hagrid's place, but he met Filch head-on.

The castle keeper had apparently just sent off the last of the group to Hogsmeade.

"What are you doing on the sly?" Filch asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Harry said honestly.

"Didn't you do anything?" Filch pointed at him, his chin shaking unpleasantly, "That's true! You are sneaking around here alone, you must be observing the terrain. !”

"Your annoying friends must be buying stink bombs, burping powder, and chirping bugs in Hogsmeade right now! When they come back, you will bring them here to destroy the results of my hard work... …”

Filch became angrier as he spoke, and his whole body began to tremble along with his chin.

"Well, the method you mentioned is indeed a good idea." Harry shrugged.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, I knew it!" screamed Filch.

However, Harry ignored him and left the castle, heading towards Hagrid's shack on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid!" Standing in front of the shack door, Harry slammed the door. "Hagrid, are you in the house?"

There were heavy footsteps first from behind the door, and then the door opened with a creak.

Harry was surprised to see Hagrid standing there, his eyes red and swollen, tears falling on the front of his leather vest.

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