Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Harry, I understand that you have lost the feeling of your parents, but at least you still have relatives alive-even if they are really bad for you, they are at least better than me, don't they?"

Maca's tone is still so indifferent, but every sentence strikes their hearts like a hammer.

"Oh—Maca, you are—but you never said—" Hermione was surprised.

"No wonder you don't always mention the situation at home, and my mother has been worried that your family will treat you badly!" Ron was also taken aback.

Of course, for Maca, the shock in Harry's heart was the greatest.He stared at Maca hard now, and couldn't even speak.

"Harry, remember that you are a Gryffindor." Maca said quietly, "Don't always get upset about these things, show your courage."

"If you want to figure out all this, you must not worry, let alone reckless. Can you understand what I mean?"

"But..." Harry asked hesitantly, "Is it true what you said about Peter Pettigrew?"

Maca glanced at Ron's pocket from the corner of his light, and he noticed that Scabbard, who had been hiding in it, moved immediately when he heard Harry's words.

"I'm not very clear, it's just a possibility." He dealt with it casually, and then continued, "Harry, Professor Lupin has already told me about your want to learn the Patronus Mantra. I thought, This is a good idea."

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

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with it." Maca agreed. "As far as the situation is concerned, the Patronus Mantra is very practical-of course, it is not easy at all. You have to be mentally prepared."

...

Soon, after lunch, the lecture began.

Speaking of it, the Harry and the three were still looking forward to it at first, after all, the shock that the magnificent eagle brought to them was not small.But before long, except for Hermione who was still interested, Harry and Ron were already sleepy.

Professor Lupin’s attention was paid to Maca's "small curse class". Not only did he let Maca teach everyone in the faculty lounge, he even called Professor Flitwick to listen carefully.

But to be honest, almost everyone thinks that Maca will choose actual combat training as the method of teaching. Lupin even thinks that Maca might just grab the face of a dementor like he did on the train. It was dragged into the lounge.

Regardless of whether it is proper or not, it will definitely be a very exciting start to the lecture.

But who knows, Maca didn't mean to let Harry and the others take out their wands.

He knocked on the blackboard with his magic wand and moved the large-scale spell theory to it, and then calmly told about a series of spells about the structure of the spell, the syllable reading and breakpoints, the trajectory of the wand swing, and so on. Theoretical analysis.

It was as if trying to break this spell to pieces, which made people feel extremely boring.Add to that his unchanging tone-it was as drowsy as Professor Bins's history of magic.

"Hey, what do you think?" Lupin asked Flitwick with a stiff face.

"It's like listening to a compound theory lecture." Flitwick's sharp tone is also a lot weaker than usual. "It reminds me of the alchemy academic salon seminar held by Nico Lemay. ..."

"To be honest, these theories are really amazing. It's hard to imagine McLean having such an in-depth study of spells..." Lupin said feebly, "but why can't I listen at all..."

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

Except for Hermione who was immersed in knowledge, the others also subconsciously looked into Maca's hands.

"Well, yes," Macayan said with a wand in Yang's hand. "The previous one was accidentally broken. I went to buy one again."

He paused, looking at the listless appearance of the others, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"Okay! Then, let's actually try it out..." Maca said, "Originally, I planned to let you briefly understand the basic principles of the patron saint curse, which will make it easier for you to successfully cast it, but ...Anyway, take out the wand first."

As soon as I heard that actual training was about to be carried out, everyone was energetic.

Maca asked Harry to stand on the open space in the middle, and then said: "There are many key points in the casting of the Guardian God spell, but there is only one key point, that is-in the process of casting, use yourself the most active, The most positive emotions serve as support to let your emotions burst out."

"Then...what exactly should I do?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"There are many kinds of positive emotions. Among them,'happiness' and'guardian' are the most effective for dementors," Maca explained in detail. "The object of'happiness' is yourself, and the object of'guardianship' is others. Either way, only the strongest, the most direct, and the most determined is the best."

"Specific words... For example, remember your happiest thing; or imagine that you want to protect someone who is most important to you," he continued, "and then read the mantra-'Call God to protect' , Try them all!"

"Happy memories? Guarding important people?"

All three of Harry wrinkled their faces and looked different. They thought for a while before they started to try with their wands.

However, the casting of the Guardian God spell was not simple, and in the next half an hour, the three of them did not gain much.Well, except for Hermione.

When she tried for the third time, she let her wand emit a silvery white mist.

In fact, Maca’s previous theoretical statements are indeed very effective, and Hermione is a good example.But those boring theoretical knowledge, but not everyone can learn it.

"Originally, I only planned to let you learn the theory first, so I didn't prepare..." Maca spread his hand and said, "Let’s go ahead and try it again, I’ll get you a dementor—recently It’s everywhere outside the school, isn’t it?"

Before long, the scene Lupin had imagined finally appeared.

Maca, who was full of silver-white brilliance, dragged a dementor into the staff lounge.

"Fortunately, it's the Christmas holiday, otherwise it will be lively..." No matter how struggling the Dementor in his hand, Maca just grabbed its face and covered its mouth tightly.

As the dementor entered the lounge, the originally warm room immediately became chilly.

On the side, the three of Harry stood far away, looking at Maca with complicated expressions.

"...Don't look at me like that," Maca said with his empty hand, "This is an advanced application of the patron saint curse, and I discovered it accidentally. If you can learn the basics If you are more solid, I can also try to teach you."

"Well, has anyone succeeded just now?" Maca asked, "I mean, when I left."

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

"Okay, then, everyone except Hermione retreat to the wall," Maca said. "Hermione, are you ready?"

Hermione heard the words, looked at the dementor struggling in Maca's hands, and nodded firmly.

"Very good! Remember, the spell is'Call God to protect.'" Maca said, letting go of the Dementor in his hand and pushing it towards Hermione.

Suddenly, the whole body was covered by the tattered black cloak, the dementor who was surrounded by the black mist rushed towards Hermione, and its crusted and rotting hands grabbed at her.

Hermione immediately felt as if she was back at the end of the first semester, submerged in the icy lake, almost drowning.

The chill kept penetrating into her skin, and the invisible face of the dementor, hidden under the hood, got closer and closer to her.Hermione felt that she couldn't concentrate at all to cast the spell...happy?Where is happiness?

In Hermione’s heart, fear and despair kept accumulating...

"what--"

Hermione screamed and took a few steps back, and then she tripped over herself. She sank down on the cold floor, but couldn't help moving backwards desperately.

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

"...It seems that it needs to be slowed down."

Maca's voice came from behind the Dementor, and at the same time, a hand surrounded by silver-white mist suddenly stretched out from behind its neck.

That hand pinched the dementor's neck tightly, making it unable to help but raise its head back, and then...

Hearing only a "bang" sound, accompanied by a rough roar, the Dementor found himself being smashed against the wall by that nasty human.

"Oh--"

Harry, Ron, Lupin and Flitwick couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"A peculiar shoulder drop..." Lupin twitched the corner of his mouth.

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

Because everyone is standing on both sides against the wall, they can see the movements of Maca clearly just now-including how Maca jumped up, how it caught the Dementor’s neck, and what happened in the end. It broke its neck and threw it out.

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

"...The dementor's body is indeed very light." Seeing everyone staring at him, Maca couldn't help shrugging.

While talking, he walked to the dementor's side again, grabbed its face, and dragged it to the middle of the lounge.

"Everyone must remember that you must be careful with the mouth of the dementor. It will not only suck your positive emotions, but sometimes also directly suck your soul!" Maca calmly said, "This must be kept in your heart. ——This is why I always cover his mouth."