Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Update: After getting the call from Clark, Harry didn't hear his mother's dying voice for the rest of the day.

Not only that, but he also began to devote more energy and time to his studies.

After all, Harry himself understands that if he wants to resurrect his mother, Clark's help is only temporary, and strong strength is fundamental.

Because of this, his aura has changed a lot. Even a carefree person like Ron has noticed his change and praised him for being more stable.

But this kind of thing is only seen by some of Harry's close friends. More little wizards still focus on things that are worthy of joy.

For example, Professor Lupin's return to the classroom.

"If Snape came to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts again, I would definitely choose to skip class!"

Ron couldn't help complaining as they walked towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom after lunch that day.

Hermione glanced at the door of the classroom, "Don't worry, you can attend this class."

Yes, Professor Lupin is back to teach.

He looked as if he had been seriously ill, his old patched robe was looser, and there were dark shadows under his eyes, which made him look much haggard.

However, when the students took their seats, he still looked at everyone with a smile on his face, soothing the students' complaints and accusations against Snape.

"It's not fair, he's just a substitute, why give us homework?"

"We don't know any werewolves at all—"

"—two rolls of parchment!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape that we haven't learned that yet?" Lupin frowned slightly.

The answer to him was another one of gossip.

"Telled, but he said we were too far behind—"

"He doesn't listen—"

"—two rolls of parchment!"

Professor Lupin smiled and looked at every indignant face. "Don't worry, I'll talk to Professor Snape. As for that homework, you don't have to write it."

"Fantastic!" the little wizards cheered, only Hermione looked disappointed, "Oh, don't, I'm done."

Next, they had a very pleasant class, and Professor Lupin brought a large glass case containing a hinkpunk.

It was a small, one-legged creature that looked like it was made of wisps of smoke, and was rather fragile and not that dangerous.

"He'll lead travelers into the quagmire," Professor Lupin said, as the students took notes. "Notice the lantern it's holding? Jumping forward—people follow the light—and—"

Hinkpunk pressed his face against the glass wall, making a horrible, creaking sound.

Happy times are always short-lived, the bell rang after class, everyone packed their things and walked out the door, Harry was among them, but soon someone stopped him--

"Wait a minute, Harry," it was Professor Lupin, "I have a few words to say to you."

Harry returned and watched Professor Lupin cover the glass box containing the Shinkpunk with a cloth.

"I heard about the game," Lupin said, turning back to the podium and beginning to put the book in his briefcase. "I'm sorry about that. Can your broom be repaired?"

"There's no chance," Harry shook his head in disappointment. "The tree smashed it into pieces."

Lupin sighed when he heard this.

"The battering willow was planted the year I arrived at Hogwarts, and the little wizards at that time used to play a game of trying to touch the trunk of the tree.

Then a boy named David Gjorn nearly went blind in one eye, and the school wouldn't let us go anywhere near him. "

"By the way, and the Dementors," Lupin added, "I guess they're the reason you fell."

Harry nodded and hesitated again. Lupin seemed to be very concerned about him. Seeing him like this, he said flatly: "Harry, the fact that you passed out has nothing to do with weakness."

He seemed to see through Harry's mind, "Dementors have a greater influence on you than others, that's because of your past experiences..."

"It's okay, Professor, I know." Harry's sudden speech interrupted him.

"Clark had communicated with me before, and he told me that dementors are evil creatures that **** the happiness around, so my reaction at the time was normal."

Lupin froze for a moment before saying, "Oh, that's good, I mean, it's good if you can figure it out."

The two were speechless for a while.

"Professor, if I have nothing to do, then I'll go first." Harry got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Lupin stopped him again. "There's still—some defenses about the Dementors."

Lupin didn't wait for Harry's inquiry, but continued: "Although I dare not claim to be an expert in defending against Dementors, but in this regard, I think, Harry, you still have to learn a little way to defend against them, at least The next time the Dementors come to the Quidditch field."

"I know, Clark told me about it, it's the Patronus Charm, right," Harry asked. "Did you teach me that Professor?"

Lupin looked at Harry and didn't hesitate, "Yes, I can try, after all, I'm part of Gryffindor, but I'll have to wait until next term, because I have a lot to do before the holidays, and I'm really sick. Not the time."

A smile appeared on Harry's face.

"Thank you so much, Professor!" he thanked and went out the door.

But soon, when he returned to the dormitory, he turned around and told Clark about it one by one.

"You said, why did Professor Lupin prepare to help me so eagerly? Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore knew the news that I was going to resurrect my mother."

Harry's face was tense when it came to the task of resurrecting his mother, and this guy's IQ instantly occupied the high ground.

Clark smiled and comforted him, "It's not as scary as you said. Headmaster Dumbledore can know what's going on in the whole castle, but he doesn't monitor it all the time."

"Then why is Professor Lupin..."

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"Maybe it has something to do with your parents," Clark said. "After all, they're close in age, and they're both Gryffindors. Maybe it's a good relationship when you're studying, and you'll see a friend's child encountering difficulties. So take the initiative to help.”

Harry didn't quite believe it, but there didn't seem to be a better explanation now.

But Clark added: "But you also have to be careful with the Patronus Charm."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Remember what I told you before? The actual abilities of dementors."

Harry nodded, "It's to magnify the desires in people's hearts."

"Yes, Dementors magnify the desires in people's hearts, so the way I teach you is to face up to your desires and turn them into your own motivation to strengthen your will and spirit, but this is not the case with the Patronus Charm. "

Clark thought about it and said, "The principle of the Patronus is to mobilize the happy emotions in your heart when facing the dementors, to manifest them through magic, and then use them to fight the enemy."

"But isn't all the happiness sucked by the Dementors? Where does the happiness come from?" This time, Harry quickly discovered the logical error of the question.

"Yes, I will take the initiative to think." Clark smiled.

"That just confirms my previous point, doesn't it?

Dementors don't **** away happiness, they amplify your inner desires, raising the ceiling of your happiness, making it impossible for you to get it.

But that doesn't mean you don't have other, easier-to-satisfy pleasures. "

He gave an example, "It's like when you first got on a broomstick, or got a letter from Hogwarts and knew you were a wizard and was going to wizarding school; or even when you were hungry. , I finally have a full meal, aren't these also happy?"

Harry immediately understood, "That is to say, the Patronus Charm is to mobilize other happiness to fill the emptiness caused by our desire to enlarge. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it?"

Clark did not answer directly, but told another thing.

"In the Muggle world, because of the continuous increase of productivity, a large part of the world's people will be eliminated by production activities, they do not have to and cannot actively participate in various production activities, and become a group of 'marginal people'.

But so many people doing nothing is clearly not what those in power want.

After all, there are many such people, and it is also a destabilizing factor for the operation of society.

Therefore, in order to comfort these 'abandoned' people and avoid social unrest caused by inequality, the upper-level rulers need to adopt some simpler, faster, warmer, lower-cost, and semi-satisfying methods to eliminate their dissatisfied.

I call this method 'pacifier fun'.

It not only fills people's lives with intoxicating entertainment and products full of sensory stimulation, diverts their dissatisfaction, immerses them in "happiness", unconsciously loses the ability to think, and has no intention to challenge the existing ruling class. "

After saying this, Clark looked at Harry, "So, after hearing this, what do you think."

Harry hesitated and said, "The Patronus Charm is also what you call 'Pacifier Music'?"

Before Clark could answer, he analyzed: "This kind of spell uses other happy emotions in a person's heart to fill up their most essential desires, so that they can let go of their desires and become happy... This is indeed what you said. Yes I do."

"Just, why would Professor Lupin..."

"Don't think too much," Clark said. "You just need to be careful when you learn the Patronus Charm. This kind of magic is not so easy to learn, otherwise it would have been popularized by the Ministry of Magic long ago."

The chat between the two ended. In the days that followed, life on campus was mediocre. Even the Hogwarts School Magazine fell into a trough of subscriptions because of its bland content.

At the end of November, the Ravenclaw team defeated the Hufflepuff team, so Hufflepuff and the Academy Cup were completely missed.

With Gryffindor one step closer to the House Cup, Wood has more energy and is still scrambling to train his team in the bitterly cold winds and rains that continue into December.

The dementors were also completely gone, and Dumbledore's anger seemed to confine them to their posts at the entrance to the school, as if nothing had happened.

Regarding this matter, the school directors held a small meeting, and Clark went to listen to it, but after that, it was nothing.

The time came to the second week before the end of the semester. The sky that had been raining and raining suddenly became clear, showing a dazzling protein color.

The muddy field soaked in rain was also covered with a layer of shining frost one morning.

Inside the castle, there is a Christmas atmosphere everywhere.

Professor Flitwick, who teaches spells, has decorated his classroom with shimmering light sources that, if you look closely, are actually little fairies that keep flapping their wings.

The students were happily discussing vacation plans, and Ron decided to stay at Hogwarts, saying he couldn't stand spending two weeks with Percy.

But Harry knew in his heart: Ron was doing this to be with him, and he was grateful.

Hermione and Neville also decided to stay at school during the holidays. On the one hand, they wanted to accompany Clark, on the other hand, several people were indeed very busy.

Neville's task of bringing new recruits to the dueling club has come to an end. As soon as the next semester starts, they will have new content training.

The sales performance of the "Hogwarts School Magazine" has declined, which made Hermione, who had just become the person in charge, devastated, and decided to take advantage of the holiday to accumulate some content and manuscripts.

As for Clark, the matter of the Fire Dragon Park basically spread as the senior students went to the Dragon Farm to take classes.

The park is about to welcome its first visitors this Christmas, and Clark will have to pay more attention to it in the final days.

Fortunately, the last week of term, everyone was able to go to Hogsmeade Village again; everyone was very happy except Harry.

"Everything we want for Christmas can be bought there!" said Hermione. "My mum and dad really love the Momotooth mints from Honey Duke!"

"No, Hermione, isn't uncle a dentist?" Clark asked curiously~www.readwn.com~ He actually likes candy, and he even allows you to eat it! "

Hermione thumped the dismantled Clark angrily.

Harry became the only third-year student left behind. He had no choice but to borrow a copy of "The Complete Broomstick" from Wood, and decided to study the broomstick carefully that day.

When he is training with the team now, he is still riding an old school antique - "Meteor".

This type of flying broom is very slow and a bit stumbling. It has long been outdated and eliminated. He undoubtedly needs a new flying broom of his own.

When the time came to the Saturday morning when everyone went to Hogsmeade, Clark, Hermione, Neville, and Ron, in capes and scarves, wrapped tightly, said goodbye to Harry, Together they set out on the road to Hogsmeade village.

White snowflakes fluttered above their heads and fell on their shoulders. Winter was indeed coming.

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