The edge of the magnificent and magnificent iron gate, where dementors gather here, they are so hoping that the food in the gate can come out and provide happiness to let them smoke, but they can’t always do what they want. , But did not know that he was treated as a whetstone today.

Even though it was still far away, Pansy, who was facing the dementor, still felt palpitations, and the happy emotion was taken away a little. The whole person seemed to gradually fall into the darkness, into the abyss that never saw the light, the most in the heart The memories or fantasies of fear are gradually evoked, and they will soon sink into the darkness.

   "Call God to guard!" Malfoy's wand tip suddenly spewed silver gas, gradually forming with the sky. For a time, the silver guardian **** seemed to echo the bright moon above the night sky.

   Pan Xi's body shuddered abruptly, the look of confusion and fear in his eyes faded away, and he became clear again, because the group of dementors stepped back in disgust.

   "Giggle." The roar of the silver-white rooster attracted Pansy's attention and made her burst into laughter. "Draco, is this your patron saint really interesting, is the rooster crowing at night."

"It's still the same poisonous tongue, this one hasn't changed." Malfoy said with a blank expression on his face, but said with seriousness, "I'm taking you here not to make you laugh at my patron saint, you still care more. Spells and the pile of monsters opposite."

"What should I do now?" Pansy's expression was correct, and her attitude was corrected. Just now her smile was also intentional, and she wanted to adjust the gloomy atmosphere. Now is the time to learn. There was also a sigh of relief in my heart, and I wanted to clean up this abominable group of guys. She was terrified on the train.

"Call God to guard!" Pansy read the mantra softly, and a little pitiful silver-white gas burst out from Pansy's wand tip, struggling to converge into a recognizable shape, but failed to return, and the smoke was tight Just lingering around the tip of the stick is not enough to condense into a visible entity.

"If you want to think about your happy things, it can be memories, it can be a fantasy future. Only when the feelings are strong enough, the guardian **** will take shape." Malfoy taught Pansy wisely and taught her the trick of guardian **** curse, and the effect was immediate. The visible smoke seemed to rise up like a flame, and it seemed that the plant was growing, but it was still a lot of money.

  I don't know if it's an illusion. Pansy felt that the dementors outside were laughing at her silently, even if they didn't have a mouth, they couldn't really make a sound.

   "I can't think of it." The long practice didn't make much progress, making Pansy inexplicably irritable, she sighed slightly. "Can I only drag him down?" Pansy thought.

   "No wizard has succeeded in learning the new spell once." Seemingly seeing Pansy's frustration, Malfoy said comfortingly: "Even me, I don't know how many times I failed in places you can't see."

Imagine happy things. It’s not easy to do when it’s simple. Human emotions are extremely difficult to mobilize on your own. Otherwise, there will not be so many depression people in Muggle society who need medication to regulate them. It’s ridiculous that some people don’t understand this truth. After suicide, others will only stand on the moral high ground and taunt:

   "Ah, this person is not strong at all."

   "Depressed? Then look at it, do suicide."

  Such things like this, just expose their shallowness and ignorance.

  The twins of the Weasley family, the original story is also due to the sacrifice of Fred, and the surviving George can no longer use the guardian curse, because all his happy memories are related to his brother.

   Even Malfoy himself has practiced many times, coupled with some subtle self-hypnosis and psychological hints, only to master this spell.

   "Okay." Pansy smacked his lips and grunted, before putting down the psychological burden and practicing for a while~www.readwn.com~ She also understands the truth, but frustration still couldn't stop pouring into her heart.

   "Okay, it's already so late. Come here today, be careful of Falcon buckling our points and go back." After a moment's guess, Malfoy thought it was almost the same, and he could go back and rest after saying something.

   "Only memories and fantasies can help people realize this curse?" Pan Xiwen suddenly asked.

   "Otherwise, what else?" Malfoy was a bit strange about her question. The memory is what happened, and there is no doubt, so the effect of casting the spell is often better. And fantasy has never happened, and the uncertainty will not make people happy.

  Looking forward to the best, but it may not come true, but the emotion and happiness once brought to you can't be fake.

"Okay, let's get here today." Pansy put his wand away, but he didn't go away immediately. Instead, he spit out his tongue at the hundreds of dementors behind him and made a grimace. Playful.

   "Actually they can't see it." Malfoy would like to remind Pansy, but it's okay to think about it, she should also have a way to vent.

   "By the way, I can't imagine the beauty of the future, and the memories of the past are not enough to make me happy, so what about now?" Pansy and Malfoy walked side by side and suddenly asked.

   "What do you mean?" Malfoy couldn't help asking. He didn't expect the meaning of this question, but soon he knew.

   was cold and tender and touched his face with a tender touch, and Panxi took a peck of water, making him a little caught off guard.

   "That's right." Pan Xi smiled, and then turned back to the dementor's body again, and raised his wand.

   "Call God to Guard!"

   For a time, surrounded by silver, like a day!

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