Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

It was as if a sun had grown out of his soul, bringing him endless warmth, warming his body and warming more...

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"Call the gods to protect you!"

The sound of chanting the mantra just fell, and the lips just closed.

Those positive emotions burn like the sun, burning forever, and turbulent experiences roar in...

About Principal Dumbledore’s experience, starting from that burst of fire;

About Luna’s experience, it started from that sunny ward;

About Professor McGonagall’s experience, starting from that admission letter;

Regarding Xenophilius’s experience, starting from that night conversation...

No matter what kind of experience it is, it seems that positive emotions can be extracted from it...

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Countless silver mist emerged from the tip of the wand, turning into a sun-like existence, but it also had a somewhat silent charm.

Almost at the moment when the silver mist appeared, the Dementor transformed into a Boggart let out a strange scream, staggered back two steps, and tripped over the long cloak wrapped around him.

After the silver mist scared away the Boggart, it continued to spread outwards, passing through the windows and squeezed out of the door cracks...

It seems that even the cracks in the wall have not been spared, and it seems that it wants to illuminate the entire Hogwarts Castle and the entire Scottish Highlands.

The fading afterglow of the setting sun seems to have been supplemented at this moment, adding a bit of warmth.

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Chapter 113 Riddle’s Diary

Seeing the Boggart falling to the ground in such a mess, Snape curled his lips and waved his wand casually, "Funny!"

It was as if someone whipped the Boggart, and in a clear crisp sound, the Boggart's original dementor image disappeared;

A tall and thin figure like a skeleton appeared. His skin seemed whiter than his bones, and his fuzzy facial features seemed to be sealed by wax and twisted weirdly;

The tall and thin figure stretched out his hands in great embarrassment and tried his best to cover his waist, but he could not stop himself from being split into two. His upper body fell to the ground, but his lower body stood strangely in place.

Snap!

The tall and thin figure that was split in two disappeared, and then the old box closed itself, and there was no movement.

"Haha, Dark Lord!"

The silver mist passed through Snape's body, making him feel an unprecedented warmth...

He seemed to have returned to the warm past, looking at each other with the red-haired girl, basking in the warm sun, feeling the softness of the grass, and his soul seemed to have returned to softness and warmth.

"Lily..."

He tried to keep his eyes wide open and avoid blinking. He didn't want tears to blur his eyes...

The red-haired girl is blurred...

However, the tears were so surging that they overflowed his eyes almost instantly.

Snape turned around in embarrassment, with his back to Weizet. At the same time, he was thinking about the various magics he knew, and wanted to wipe away his warm tears decently...

This was the first time in so many years that he had thought so awkwardly about what magic he should use.

A feeling of relaxation also came to my mind at this moment.

Being able to cast the Patronus Charm is great news.

Patronus spell, protect yourself and the people you care about...

Although I couldn't do it, maybe he can do it?

He murmured in his heart and drew a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

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"Mr. Riddle, you know what? When I went back to the common room yesterday, I saw Draco and Lovegood talking again."

Pansy Parkinson sat on the copper bed, leaning against the wall, holding a beautiful peacock quill pen in her hand, and kept writing in her diary.

The pen tip pressed against one of the pages, outlining a series of round uncer bodies.

"When Draco returned to the common room, he still had a smile on his face. I asked Draco several times, but he just wouldn't explain."

"I really don't understand, what's so good about that Lovegood? He's just an Obscurus. I don't know how long he can live!"

The black writing only stayed for a second, and then it seemed to be absorbed by the diary and disappeared without a trace on the paper.

Pansy was already used to this, so she just curled her lips, changed her position, and put the diary on her crossed legs.

"Even Professor Snape seems to treat Lovegood differently! And Dumbledore, too, actually came to my house to warn my father because of this Lovegood!"

Black ink suddenly seeped out of the paper and quickly intertwined together to form a series of elegant and elegant cursive characters.

[Pansy, I'm glad you want to share your life with me. You were too tired before and always asked me all kinds of study questions. I was really worried that you didn't get a good rest. 】

Seeing these words, Pansy's face flashed with a fleeting blush, and her handwriting became a little clumsy and not so regular.

"Mr. Riddle, thank you very much for your concern. I didn't expect you to be so considerate. It's really surprising!"

"I also have many magic props in my home, including those magic portraits, but they don't seem to be like you. I'm really sorry!"

New squiggles appear.

[Pansy, you don’t need to say sorry to me. Instead, I should thank you. You are the first person I have spoken to in so many years. 】

[I was too lonely before and could never meet a beautiful lady like you who knows how to use this diary. 】

Pansy took a deep breath, widened her eyes, and wrote with more force, almost tearing the page, "Mr. Riddle, can you see me?"

[Pansy, I can't see you, but I can feel what kind of person you are through your beautiful handwriting and decent conversation. ]

[Your handwriting must have been specially practiced? This kind of font is not easy to write. I guess you must have put a lot of effort in it. It's amazing! ]

"Yes! Only you would praise my handwriting. Draco has never said that to me. But he is very good. He has been very good to me since I was a child..."

[Of course! I believe that your vision of people is like you will keep me by your side. It must be because of your unique vision...]

...

Pansy and the diary kept talking like this, from afternoon to sunset, and the ink in the bottle went down by one grid.

Pansy twisted her sore wrist, but did not stop writing.

She had a casual attitude towards the diary before, and she kept it because the diary was on Draco's desk.

However, now, this diary is like a close brother to her, who always understands what she is worried about.

Not only that, this close brother will comfort and praise her at the right time. Those words are like honey, which looks very sweet and sweet to her heart.

Pansy couldn't help but sigh and wrote such a paragraph in the diary, "Mr. Riddle, if you can come out, let me see you..."

[Pansy, you are so considerate of me. Why don't I want to come out? It's just that there are some obstacles to overcome. ]

"Obstacles?" Pansy couldn't wait to write, "Mr. Riddle, what are the obstacles? What can I do for you? You have done too much for me!"

[Pansy, I am so moved to see you say that! I need some vitality. Do you know what small animals there are in Hogwarts? ]

[Of course, I won't do anything to those cute owls and catkins... Maybe you know where there are roosters in Hogwarts? 】

"Raising roosters?" Pansy frowned slightly, "I guess there's only the gamekeeper, a giant hybrid."

"I think his name is Hagrid? He's a servant at Hogwarts, helping to raise pumpkins, so he should be able to find roosters."

[Pansy, you have a really good memory. For my sake, you even told me about those people who didn't want to mention it. ]

[Maybe you can bring me a few roosters? I can teach you a magic that can elegantly strip the vitality of the roosters. ]

"Elegant magic?" Pansy wrote with interest, "You mean... no bleeding? No need to touch those roosters with your hands?"

[Of course! How could I bear to let Pansy touch them? How dirty! It's just a simple magic... You need to relax more before I can teach you this magic. ]

Pansy didn't hesitate at all, "More relaxed? What should I do?"

Chapter 114 Blood and Revealing

[It's very simple, put those beautiful magic props aside for the time being, and then answer this question: I want to teach you a magic, okay? 】

Looking at the cursive words on the diary, Pansy frowned and thought for a while with a flickering look in her eyes.

This process did not last too long, she took off the silver necklace on her neck and picked up the pen to agree to Riddle's request.

Before she started writing, she suddenly felt a warmth, like the warmth of the sun.

The Slytherin common room and dormitory are very special. They are built under the castle, and you can even see the scene of the Black Lake through the windows.

Because of this special geographical location, the common room and dormitory are cold and damp all year round, and it is almost impossible to have such a warm feeling.

Even in the hot summer, this place will be shrouded in coolness.

Not only Pansy felt it, but the students who were in the common room at the moment also felt this warmth.

They looked around inexplicably, trying to find the source of this warmth.