Chapter 591 Leader's Will

Felix was still talking to these people.

"Professor Snape should have told you that potions is a delicate subject, which requires seriousness, rigor, patience and the proper waving of the wand. In the course arrangement, the learning difficulty is gradually increasing. Each potion you prepare is very representative and often contains exquisite techniques..."

Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione all looked at Felix blankly. None of them thought that there would be such a day: listening to the ancient magic professor explain the confusion in potions to them-although they were thinking about how to take shortcuts and get high scores.

But this wonderful and weird feeling lingered in the minds of several people.

"If you want to continue to go deeper in the field of potions,"-Harry, Ron and Neville shook their heads, and Felix sighed, "It is best to use the orthodox learning method. But-" He cleared his throat and his tone was not so serious.

"Yes, my thoughts were similar to yours. I was also not interested in studying those profound theories and delicate brewing steps," he said softly, "Entering the advanced class is one of the purposes, and the other purpose is to master the potion preparation method that I am interested in."

"As for whether it is a trick, I don't care..."

Harry listened more seriously. This was also his requirement for this course - he could hardly imagine that he would be able to endure loneliness in the future, hiding in the dark basement for a long time, staring at a row of crucibles emitting steam.

Felix patted the book in his hand, "The original owner of this set of textbooks is an expert in this field. There are many operating tips and simple methods in it. Of course, you will find that the notes in it not only involve potions, but also record some interesting little evil spells -"

He hesitated, "Several spells are dangerous, and I want you to promise not to use them on your classmates."

In view of the professor's serious expression, the four students made a serious promise.

"Then I'll tell you about my method," Felix's expression returned to calm. "From a higher perspective, you will find that the OWLs exam is to test your past knowledge, not your innovation. In theory, if you memorize all the textbooks and master the operation methods mentioned in the books, it will be easy and natural to get excellent..."

Even Hermione couldn't help but glare at him. Although she always got excellent, she was definitely not "easy".

"You can solve the theoretical knowledge by yourself. For practical operation, my suggestion is to sort out the preparation methods of each potion, pick out those steps that are tedious and difficult to operate, and try to simplify them. There may be dozens or hundreds of steps to brew a potion, but if you summarize them according to the "purpose", there may be only a dozen steps in total - you should have your own experience, right?"

But from the expressions on the faces of several people, it seemed that Felix asked a very redundant question. But he could guarantee that this was definitely not his problem. "At least this set of books has similar ideas, and I've also added my personal opinions. Okay, that's all I have to say."

Felix handed the books to them. Luna, Cedric and the others were still waiting there because the professor had said before that they needed their help with something.

Harry and Neville put the books they were holding on the small square table, sat down with Ron and Hermione, and looked at Felix.

"You all have mastered the Patronus Charm, right?"

Almost everyone nodded. Even Fred and George, who were only one foot tall, were the same, but the reason why I said "almost" was because there were still people who were not in this range. "I can't!" Astoria shouted, "I'm just in the third year."

Draco on the side didn't say anything, but it seemed that he didn't master the spell either.

"You can watch, eat some cookies, or go out and play." Felix said to Astoria who spoke up.

Astoria stayed angrily.

"I'm looking for you to do a test. I originally wanted to do it after the school starts, but after thinking about it, today is a better opportunity. After all, not all students in the Magic Club know this magic."

Harry actually wanted to say that he had taught this spell in the 'Frontline Lookout', but he soon realized that the professor knew about it.

"The test itself is not dangerous, but it is quite emotionally exhausting."

Felix stopped and waited for a while. Seeing that no one raised any objections, he continued.

"The Patronus itself is a perfect combination of positive emotions and magic. According to ancient prints and manuscripts, this spell has been used in ancient times, but - I don't know when, the Patronus Charm is only in the hands of wizards with pure, positive emotional power.

Some people, especially dark wizards whose hearts have fallen into darkness, don't seem to be worthy of using it at all."

Felix said, looking away from Harry.

He spent a lot of time on this magic, especially after combining it with the knowledge given by Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, he made subversive improvements to it, allowing the magic to transcend its original limitations.

He once thought that his understanding of this spell had reached its limit, but it turned out that he still discovered something new from Harry's demonstration.

Harry was one of the most talented wizards he had ever seen.

As far as he knew, the first time Harry successfully released a physical Patronus was on the covered bridge in the third grade. The Stag Patronus was one against a hundred, showing amazing power. After that, Harry learned the skill of using the Patronus to transmit messages without a teacher. Later, he incorporated ancient magic runes into it, making it have physical attacks, and showed excellent combat capabilities when chasing Umbridge not long ago.

He was ahead of most wizards, but Harry still couldn't integrate magic runes representing other emotions into the Patronus.

Because the Patronus itself is constructed by pure and extreme positive emotions, mixing in any other emotions is "adding sand", making the magic no longer pure.

So Harry has never succeeded.

The difference between Felix and Harry is that his Swift Patronus has been reconstructed with memory nodes, which is very stable. Even if it is mixed with other emotions, it is forcibly squeezed together under his superb control.

Felix even thought that this difficulty was natural. But Harry's experience told him that maybe it was just the "upgrade thinking" that was deeply rooted in his heart. He re-read Ravenclaw's notes and analyzed the structure of the Ravenclaw crown. He combined the miscellaneous knowledge obtained from various sources and tried to sort out a clear framework of "emotional magic".

The results were remarkable.

He created a whole series of Patronus magic.

But the thinking did not stop there...

"I need you to pay attention to a few words, 'pure, positive emotional power'. This will be very important in the following discussion." Felix said, "When you learn this magic, you use happy memories. Is that right?"

Several people nodded.

Harry thought of the scene when Remus taught him. He also mentioned that positive emotions can deal with Dementors, but in practice, he used happy memories, or imagined happy enough memories.

"I discovered a secret during my research - maybe I'm overthinking, and the specific conclusion needs to be verified. But it doesn't prevent me from sharing it with you:

in the long period of time when the Patronus was circulated, its history went through three vague stages that can only be supported by speculation.

The first stage cannot be verified, and there is no history. People can only learn about it from prints. At that time, there was no trace of Dementors, and Voldemort was not discovered until the 18th century - and this creature only lived in the tropics;

the second stage, that is, around the Middle Ages, that period of history was relatively complete, and the wizards' understanding of the Patronus Charm at that time was closer to the current view, but this spell is still the rarest and most difficult to master advanced defensive magic, and has long been related to those "wizards fighting for noble causes."

Miranda Goshawk, who compiled the "Standard Spells" series of books, mentioned in her description of the Patronus, "This ancient and mysterious spell will summon a magical Patronus, which is a reflection of all your most positive emotions."

I have also seen similar statements in some ancient magic runes.

But this description and the third stage - that is, In the past two or three hundred years, there are subtle differences in the specific descriptions of this magic when wizards write learning notes. They all equate "the most positive emotion" with "happy memory".

Maybe this does reduce the difficulty?

Maybe this was originally a trick of a wizard, and then it spread. After everyone tried it, the success rate did increase. But to be precise, this magic only distinguishes normal wizards from particularly evil dark wizards. If it only has this effect, it doesn't seem to deserve its great reputation..."

Felix briefly described his research and finally said, "I compared it repeatedly and felt that the problem might be in the emotions involved. Happy memories may be a kind of positive emotion, but can it be compared with the belief of 'fighting for a noble cause'?"

He looked at everyone, "Maybe one of you can give an answer." His eyes jumped between Harry, Hermione, Cedric, and the Weasley twins. In his cognition, these people all have their own beliefs, such as defeating Voldemort, establishing a pan-magic alliance, and creating a new profession...

In fact, Draco can barely be counted, but he doesn't know this spell yet.

Felix was hopeful, but he also thought it would not be easy to succeed, after all, he himself was still in the exploratory stage.

He had previously selectively forgotten the techniques of this magic, like a beginner, and injected full emotions into the magic, but he did not use positive and happy memories, but the belief of "fighting for a noble cause" as described in the ancient manuscripts as much as possible. He

just met this need: he planned to transform the magic world and make it compatible with the real world. In Felix's view, this can be regarded as a noble cause, right?

But the result was disappointing.

He could not use this belief to give birth to a physical patronus, as if something was missing. The best case scenario was to summon a silver shield made of mist and with a vague shape.

The students sitting on the sofa looked at each other. The professor seemed to deny the Patronus Charm. No, was he digging out the true appearance of this magic on this basis? It's just... I don't know if it's correct.

"Let's try it."

Felix pointed with his hand, and Fred and George's bodies expanded rapidly like balloons, from one foot to two feet, three feet... until they returned to their original size. The two touched their faces and let out a strange cry.

Then Felix said in a low, bewitching tone:

"Think about it, you are the best among your peers, with a strong will. As long as you are willing, you can do something big. Everyone has their own place in society, but for you, you will not succumb to the arrangement of fate, but follow the guidance of your heart and find your true mission..."

The lights in the office became dim, and his voice seemed to have magic, easily bringing these people into his preset emotions. They all thought about what they really wanted.

Only Draco and Astoria stared at each other. They were not affected, but Draco felt very strange now. If he had not lost his memory, it seemed that the professor had just changed what he said to him and used it on others?

"Think about the noble cause in your mind, how much you are willing to sacrifice... What will you do when you are hit, frustrated, opposed, or even desperate? Now, take out your wands, shout out the spell, let me see your determination!"

The Ancient Rune Office fell into complete darkness. Draco and Astoria tried to illuminate it with their wands, but found that they were completely unable to do so. In the complete darkness, they heard more and more solemn voices, shouting spells with great determination: "Expecto Patronus--"

The professor's whispers drilled into their ears from all directions, making the only two people who were not affected feel hairy. They subconsciously gathered together.

"What, what's going on?" Astoria asked tremblingly.

"Stay still." Draco gritted his teeth and said, "And don't pinch me." Astoria moved her fingers away from his arm embarrassedly.

"Expecto Patronus!"

A dim light appeared, and Cedric's face flashed by, followed by a brighter light. The twins had tense faces and serious expressions, as did Hermione and Neville, but their faces were like a dream bubble, which only stayed for a few seconds before falling into the dark world again.

Pressure appeared in everyone's heart.

But after trying for a long time, no one succeeded. Felix frowned. Is there really a problem? His guess is wrong. There has never been any "real Patronus"?

He had to change his strategy.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, and this time it was not encouragement, but a blow.

"Quit... Give up... Just pretend it never happened, bury the dream in your heart, and honestly accept the reality... It's not shameful. How can one person fight against the whole world? There will always be a chance in the future..." A

deeper darkness fell, so thick that you can't see your hand in front of you.

The sound of a phoenix sounded. Dumbledore and Fawkes appeared in the office. He frowned and looked serious. The thick black fog seemed to have no effect.

"Felix." He said in a deep voice.

"Albus, you're here." Felix replied calmly.

As he spoke, several more silver moon-like lights went out, but some people were still struggling. Dumbledore's eyes swept across the students present and soon understood what had happened. He observed silently and finally set his eyes on Harry.

Harry's face was red, his eyes were red, and his teeth were clattering.

"What kind of illusion did you show the child?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not something I can control - I just escalate the situation step by step, sending him into a more 'desperate' situation." Felix said, and he waved his hand to wake some students from the darkness to prevent them from being really crushed. They did not gain nothing, at least they could use this opportunity to be more clear about what they wanted.

On the contrary, Harry and Neville had extremely strong resilience and could hold on for a while.

Harry was completely immersed in his own fantasy at this moment. Dead, everyone was dead... Sirius, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Happ, Snape... Mad-Eye, Remus, Tonks... Neville, Ginny, Fred, George, the Weasleys...

He heard the sound of gurgling water, the sound of blood pooling together.

Harry looked at Voldemort with empty eyes, he had a grim smile on his face, Ron and Hermione's bodies fell at his feet.

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand, "Surrender." He said triumphantly in a high and cold voice, "Everyone you know is dead. This is the fate of defying the Dark Lord." - "No!" Harry shouted frantically, but Voldemort's wand tip condensed a dazzling green light, and in a flash of light, he fell to the ground.

He was dead.

Harry lay in the cold darkness, surrounded by deathly silence. A voice told him that he could be given a chance to come back again, but he needed to obey his fate.

"Surrender to Voldemort?" The voice did not refute, and Harry gritted his teeth and climbed up from the cold ground. At this time, Voldemort walked out of the darkness, followed by a dark and sneaky figure. Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand. But there was a voice behind him, and Harry turned his head sharply. Those who had died before seemed to have come back.

He looked blankly at the familiar faces. They seemed to be eroded by the darkness, repeating the coward's speech like clay sculptures.

"Give up, Harry." Hermione said.

"We have failed completely, and the Dark Lord is willing to spare our lives." Ron said bitterly.

"Surrender temporarily." Professor Hep said simply.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort's dark servants rushed up, drowning the people he cared about, leaving only a circular gap, like a ring made of flesh and blood. Voldemort stood on the ring and looked at him with a mocking look.

"You are the last. Will you die like this, or will you submit to my rule?"

Harry raised his wand in response. The voice in his mind urged him to use the Patronus Charm, the Patronus...

A huge stag jumped out majestically.

It stood between Harry and Voldemort like a real giant, stepping on the ground, piercing the green light and the darkness.

The people in the office looked at Harry's new Patronus. The silver light converged and merged into the stag's body like water. As the vision gradually became clear, the silver and shiny fur on the stag was clearly visible, making it look like a real creature in reality.

Its eyes were wet and full of enthusiasm, but also calm, firm, and unyielding. Like its owner, when it stood here, everyone - whether it was an imaginary person who only existed in Harry's imagination, or a student who was under great pressure in reality, felt their courage doubled, their faith firm, and their bodies filled with endless power.

It was as if they also shared the heavy courage and faith.

Felix looked at the completely transformed Patronus, and he finally realized where he was lacking. Although he might not change, he did know it.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. He fumbled for the black gem ring on his hand, and the biggest stone in his heart fell to the ground. The real plan can begin. His mouth moved, and the voice turned into a line and drilled into Felix's ears.

"Voldemort asked me to meet last night. After a long conversation, he seemed to have finally confirmed my condition... The time for the duel has been set."

"When?"

"Two months later!"