Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Update: "You must miss her, Harry?"

Because of Clark's words, Harry, who had been sobbing silently, finally couldn't hold back.

Miss?

Yes, as a child who lost his parents since he was a child and lives in the house of his uncle and aunt, whenever he sees his cousin showing a happy smile under the care of his parents, he asks himself in his heart.

Where are my parents?

Why don't they want me anymore?

And when he was a little older, when he received a letter from the owl and came to the magical world, he only knew where his parents had gone from someone else's mouth.

He knew about Voldemort, about the battle more than ten years ago, about their sacrifice.

He enjoys the admiration of others and the fame his parents have given him. He tells himself in his heart that the sacrifice of his parents and the pain he suffered from losing his parents since he was a child are all worthwhile and meaningful. For tomorrow's wizarding world, for a better future.

However, is this really what he thinks?

Harry didn't dare to think any longer. He could only use these reasons to numb himself. He could only force himself to forget all this through the novel life of the wizarding world, through the pleasant and exciting school time.

It was as if the eleven years at the Dursleys didn't exist, and it was a fleeting moment without the pain caused by his parents.

He forced himself to accept it all, but the lower his head was buried, the louder his sobbing became.

Why does he have to endure all this, he is still just a child, and he also wants to throw himself into his mother's arms when he is bullied and call him mother!

Clark reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Cry out loud if you want to, cry out everything you've been repressed, although this is not the solution, but it will at least make you feel better."

When he first started watching "Harry Potter", Clark was just a child. At that time, his eyes were all on the magnificent and magical magical world, in the dreamy and gorgeous Hogwarts Castle.

However, when he grew up, entered the society, learned more knowledge, and gained more knowledge of the world, and then looked back at this book, he had a doubt.

An orphan who was abused by his uncle and aunt since childhood, lived in a small closet, was bullied by his cousin, and who lacked affection and care in childhood, why didn't he grow into a child with a personality disorder?

This doesn't make sense. Clark also has some understanding of psychology. A person's childhood experience and family of origin will inevitably have a certain impact on his personality.

But in the book, Harry's character has been decent and kind since he entered school, as if the eleven years at his uncle and aunt's house were just a dream?

Of course, as a fairy tale, what the author says is what the reader does, and the reader will not go into it.

But when Clark now travels to the real magical world and has personal contact with Harry, he feels that there are many contents that are not stated or expressed in the books.

First of all, thanks to the perceptual magnification effect brought by the magic of chaos, when Harry's magic was awakened, Dumbledore's timely guidance was of great help in correcting and improving Harry's character.

Yes, the magical world is so unreasonable, the magic of chaos can amplify a person's perceptual thinking, so the wizard needs to anchor his thinking with a feeling and a concept, so that he will not fall into chaos. .

This also leads to the fact that most wizards are paranoid, just like Captain America and the Red Skull who were injected with super soldier serum in Marvel, they are better and worse.

And Harry, who was assigned to Gryffindor when he entered school, happened to be changed by the Gryffindor ceremony.

At this point, if Dumbledore had treated Tom Riddle the way he treated Harry now, the fate of the Dark Lord might have changed.

Secondly, magic is not omnipotent, and the magic of chaos only plays a role of amplifying the influence.

Harry, who entered Gryffindor Academy, was indeed endowed with positive attributes such as courage and justice, but the negative emotions brought about by his bad childhood were not completely eliminated, but were suppressed by Harry himself. .

Until now, until meeting the Dementors, Harry's hidden negative emotions just exploded like a bomb.

"Thank you... Clark... uh... I haven't cried like this in a long... long time." Harry, who had been crying for a while, raised his head, wiped away the tears with his sleeve, and squeezed out an ugly smile, so indescribable pitful.

"I understand, Harry." Clark sat beside him. "Like you, my father and uncle were killed in that battle with Voldemort. Hiding xz, coupled with the missing father, was also mentally weak and passed away soon, so I can understand your feelings very well."

"However," Clark urged earnestly, "the tragic past is not an excuse for our tragic life now. As a brave Gryffindor, even the fate must be in our own hands!"

Clark's words seemed to be a shot in the arm, the surging and enthusiastic contagion that made Harry's heart beat fast.

"Yeah!" Harry nodded vigorously, "I came to you, just to ask you for advice, how to deal with those dementors, I want to defeat them!"

"Defeat them?" Clark shook his head and chuckled softly.

"Dementors are one of the ugliest things in the world, they haunt the darkest and most filthy places in droves, living in decay and despair, sucking peace, hope and joy from the air around them .

Even Muggles can detect their presence, although Muggles can't see them.

All the good feelings, all the happy memories will be sucked from you when the Dementor is near you.

If possible, the Dementor will keep sucking you into just like it... soulless, full of evil, and you're left with the worst experience of your life. "

"Ask any professor about the above, and I think they'll tell you that. I can even guess, they'll tell you that if you want to find a way to defend against Dementors, you have to learn something called guardianship. The magic of the spell," Clark said with certainty.

"The Patronus Charm?" Harry looked at him suspiciously. "Is that the spell that Professor Lupin used on the Hogwarts Express to make the Dementors retreat?"

"That's right," Clark continued. "It's a spell that can mobilize happy emotions, make them appear and form in reality, and protect wizards like a shield against dementors."

"If you want to learn this, I suggest you still go to Professor Lupin, he is the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, proficient in teaching, and he also successfully used a physical Patronus on the train, I think he can definitely help your turn."

Clark gave his own advice, but Harry was acutely aware of the hidden message in Clark's words.

"Resist? So the Patronus can't beat them, does it?" Harry asked.

Clark shook his head.

"That depends on your definition of victory. If you just drive away the dementors and protect yourself from being hurt, then the Patronus Charm is enough.

But if you want to fight them head-on, defeat them face-to-face, and destroy them, then this weak, self-deceiving spell won't work at all. "

Clark's words made Harry's breathing a little short, and he looked at Clark firmly, "Did you mean the way Neville killed Dementors on the train? Clark, I want to learn that!"

"Hahaha," Clark laughed, "Sure enough, Harry, this is the choice we Gryffindors should make, and I will help you."

Gu Mai

He patted Harry's shoulder hard, and then said, "If you want to defeat them and defeat those dementors, then the first thing you have to do is to understand the dementors that the ordinary people have just agreed upon. , forget everything!"

"Are those descriptions of Dementors wrong?" Harry asked curiously.

"It can't be wrong," Clark said. "It's just that the perception of Dementors' abilities is different, and the way we fight it is also different."

"Traditionally, Dementors feed on human happiness, they draw on the positive energy that humans radiate, so they storm the pitch during a Quidditch match because they're hungry."

Clark's words reminded Harry of that stormy day, and his body shook.

"Headmaster Dumbledore didn't let those dementors into the school, and the human sacrifices that the Ministry of Magic provided for them were exhausted, so the large number of young wizards on the Quidditch field became a big temptation for them.

The excitement...the passion...that lingers on the field is a feast for them.

I say so, right? "

Harry nodded.

"Fuck! Totally wrong! If I told Hermione that, she would have pointed out the problem right away."

Clark sneered, "I don't know where this statement came from, but there is an obvious logical error in it."

"logical error?"

Harry was puzzled, and Clark remembered that wizards were born with flaws in this regard, so he explained.

"The first instinct of any creature is always to survive and reproduce, but you look at the dementor's way of life.

'They feed on the pleasure of living creatures until they become like themselves. ' It's a parasitic model that relies on the presence of humans, or intelligent creatures.

But when human happiness is absorbed, they become depressed, lose their motivation to live, and die quietly.

And if the unrestricted expansion and reproduction of the soul, then when their number develops to the peak, it is the beginning of their destruction.

So did you notice that, 'Dementors feed on human pleasure', the argument doesn't hold up at all. "

When Harry heard Clark's words, he thought for a while, and then he realized that what he said really made sense.

"Of course, we can say that dementors are magical creatures, and they cannot wipe out humans, just as wolves cannot devour sheep.

But there is still another problem, and the most ironic thing in this cognition, that is, the dementors, which are creatures of black magic, actually feed on the positive emotions of human beings.

It's like, a good man especially likes to watch others do bad things, isn't it strange that a wolf eats grass instead of meat? "

Harry was completely confused by Clark's words, "Yeah, Dementors devour positive energy, which is like unicorns feeding on fear, don't they have indigestion?"

"So that's what's weird about this thing, unless—the dementors don't feed on pleasure at all."

"What's that for food?" Harry asked quickly.

"The ability of a dementor is actually to stimulate a person's inner desire, a desire that can never be satisfied in a person's heart."

Clark stated his conclusion.

"They magnify the dark side of human beings, making us never satisfied and demanding. This is the true meaning of the creation of dementors as black magic creatures."

Harry was stunned by Clark's words, "But..."

"The loss of happiness is not the cause, but the result of the dementor's ability, and when a person cannot get satisfaction and gain from any action, he is naturally unhappy.

Just like you..."

"I?"

"Yes, Harry, what is your deepest desire?"

"I have no idea…"

"No, you know, you just don't want to say it, Harry." Clark looked into Harry's emerald eyes.

Harry avoided his gaze.

"Remember what I told you before? To overcome fear, you have to face fear, and to overcome desire, you have to face desire.

Don't deceive yourself, don't choose to run away, tell me, Harry, what is your deepest desire?

Under the influence of the dementors, something emerges from your heart, those thoughts that are suppressed by you, those deviant, unacceptable delusions.

What exactly is it! "

Amid the shouting, Harry raised his head to his feet, looked at Clark, and took a deep breath.

"I saw my mother, I saw Voldemort who gave her life to protect me under the threat of Voldemort.

I miss her so much, Clark, I'm going to resurrect my mother! "

After shouting these words, Harry gasped heavily, and sat back on the bed.

Clark's hand was firmly on his shoulder.

"Yeah, what the Dementor inspires is your desire to resurrect your mother.

But your heart is suppressing this thought, you are telling yourself that it is impossible; you are persuading yourself not to disturb the peace of the dead.

Resurrection of the dead is an evil thing for you, so you get caught up in the tangle, you start to remember the moment your mother lost her life, and you're no longer happy. "

"What should I do, Clark?"

"Then resurrect her, Harry!"

Harry looked up, and the afternoon sunlight came through the window and sprinkled on Clark's body. At this moment, he felt that he should have seen hope.

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