Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 318 Stag and Greylag Goose

Under the night sky, cloaked Dementors swooped down from above, the white mist surrounding them being dispelled by the guardian's radiance. Their faces became clearer and clearer, their eye sockets hollow, churning with gray mist, and their outstretched withered hands resembling rotting corpses, exuding a chilling aura.

The mouthparts that ran through the throat rose and fell, contracting and growing heavier with each breath, as if trying to suck out all the air from the space, including the little wizard's soul.

The chanting of incantations rose and fell, and streaks of silvery-white light rose into the sky. The students, who were ready, stood on the snow with their faces upturned, the tips of their staffs pointing diagonally upwards.

The guardian light orbs of the older students appeared full and solid, while those of the younger students were formless mists of light, wisps of which emerged from the tips of their staffs.

The queue changed with each spellcasting session. Some of the older students found it difficult and gradually stepped back to rest, while a few outstanding younger students stepped up to the front.

A very small number of students, including Harry and Hermione, had their Patronus vaguely revealed in the shape of their torsos, allowing them to roughly distinguish what type of animal it was, although the outlines were still somewhat blurry and the specific species was unclear.

This intense battle of attack and defense continues; without a physical guardian deity, no substantial damage can be inflicted.

When those orbs of light are a few dozen feet away from the tip of the staff, they always suddenly disintegrate and disperse.

Just as there is an invisible umbilical cord between the guardian spirit and the tip of the staff, the little wizard's magic is poured into the ball of light through the umbilical cord. As long as it exceeds the distance controlled by the little wizard, the umbilical cord breaks, and the guardian spirit that has not yet solidified dissipates.

Amidst the intertwined chanting and breathing sounds, dozens of dark figures crashed into the dissipating silver light, as if sinking into a quagmire, their movements becoming stiff and sluggish.

The shadowy figures did not continue their charge, but the silver light surrounding them gradually dimmed, and white mist condensed out of thin air, extinguishing the blue flames and weakening the silver light. The Dementors' lines pressed down little by little.

Cedric's face was illuminated by the silver light, and his breath condensed into white vapor.

“Percy, non-physical Patrons can’t handle so many Dementors!” he said, turning to the prefect in the front row of the next queue.

At the front of the Gryffindor line, Percy and Harry were very close. As Harry continued to release his Patronus, he gradually passed the older students and walked step by step to Percy's side.

"I saw it."

Percy turned to Harry with some anxiety and asked, "Harry, Ron said you encountered a group of Dementors. Do you have any good ideas?"

Harry nodded.

"What method?" Percy was overjoyed.

Harry wasted no time explaining and demonstrated his method with action: he raised his wand again, and the tip flashed silver light.

[Expected Guardian]

The silver light gathered into a ball, and one could vaguely see a four-legged animal with opposite horns on its head, kicking its hooves as it leaped into the night sky, then dissipated into wisps of white mist as it went too far.

Why won't you listen to advice?
Percy felt a headache coming on. He glanced at Harry, who was focused on casting spells, and then turned to look at Hermione not far away, placing his hopes on another warrior. However, Hermione was also focused on chanting spells, releasing blurry orbs of light again and again.

"The three warriors... we can only rely on Ron."

Percy had barely entertained the thought when he immediately shook his head and rejoined the queue of people repeatedly casting spells.

……

"It's Boggart again, always Boggart..."

"These poor little guys are really unlucky to have fallen into Melvin's hands."

Sprout stared at the battlefield ahead, muttering nervously to himself.

In the open space at the school gate, professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick were closely watching the actions of the young wizards from each house. They were both relieved and somewhat nervous to see the Boggart disguised as a Dementor defeated.

The real battle is about to begin. Not only must you be constantly on guard against the Dementors, but you must also be careful to prevent the students from losing their composure and accidentally injuring themselves.

"The Patronus Charm is a spell that relies on belief and emotion, and Melvin's teaching method is very suitable."

Professor McGonagall was calm and focused: "The children all have the basic Patronus Charm. If they were to face a real Dementor directly, the discomfort would be much stronger. They would not be able to adjust their state in time and might even be overwhelmed. With the Boggart as a buffer, the children have some time to adapt."

“Percy and Cedric did a great job. They contained the panic in the shortest amount of time and organized the students in an orderly manner.”

Sprout glanced at Flitwick as he praised him, his face full of pride, because Cedric was a Hufflepuff student.

"..."

Ravenclaw students are diligent and intelligent, but they lack adaptability.

Flitwick shifted to the side, refusing the boasting, and tried to find comfort in another colleague.

Snape realized his intention and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Initiating Quidditch player control of the queue... Cedric did a really good job, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to fight a bunch of Boguts in such a short time."

Professor McGonagall felt proud but also regretful: "It's a pity Percy isn't a Quidditch player. Although he reacted immediately, he didn't have a specific countermeasure."

"Percy is already very good, but he's too tense."

Sprout shook his head with the same regret: "He was always focused on his studies and didn't participate in any extracurricular activities for seven years. He had no interest in either Quidditch or Gobblestone Club."

“Percy has a strong sense of order; he respects and adheres to the rules,” Dumbledore suddenly interjected.

“It fits his chosen path perfectly. During his career consultation, Percy expressed his desire to join the Ministry of Magic.” Professor McGonagall suddenly recalled the scene and couldn’t help but smile. “He also said that if he were to become minister, he would definitely be better than Fudge.”

"He's not suitable right now."

Dumbledore watched the students fighting hard, and Percy giving instructions:
"It turns out that those who are best suited to wield power are those who crave power, like Cedric, Harry, and Neville, who are forced into leadership roles, don their armor under duress, and surprisingly do a great job."

"What are you whispering about? Shouldn't the focus be on the guardian spirit right now?"

Hagrid stared intently at the silvery light in the sky, his eyes burning with desire: "Did you see that? Harry's Patronus has four hooves and forked antlers, just like his father's. It must be a stag!"

Lupin looked up, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

……

Harry has a generally easygoing attitude towards most things, but occasionally, when faced with something he cares deeply about, he reveals a stubborn and impulsive side. Living with the Dursleys, he finds it difficult to communicate with his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, so he tries to minimize their interaction. When Aunt Petunia asks him to do chores, he silently helps, but he pretends not to hear his Uncle Vernon's swearing. However, when Aunt Maggie insults his parents, the boy explodes, willing to break the Secret Code to teach her a lesson.

For the previous twelve years of his life, he had always felt that he had no relatives, and that Aunt Penny was just a stranger with whom he shared blood ties. It wasn't until he received that fire bolt this Christmas and stumbled into the space-time rift that he learned he had a godfather.

Sirius Black did not betray his parents. To atone for his sins, he willingly accepted thirteen years of imprisonment in Azkaban. However, sensing the danger lurking around him, he immediately escaped to protect them, following them from Privet Drive to Hogsmeade.

The real culprit has now been caught, and all that remains is a fair trial so that the godfather and godson can be reunited. Harry's heart races with excitement whenever he thinks about their reunion.

That thin, cheerful wizard was locked up alone in the Ministry of Magic's waiting room, longing for their reunion. Minister Fudge and Umbridge were just trying to oppose Dumbledore, delaying the trial for ridiculous reasons and making things difficult for Sirius, completely disregarding fairness and justice.

Harry hated the minister and the Dementors he sent.

"God...guardian!"

A steady and clear voice resounded through the night sky.

The wand made of holly wood has the property of warding off evil. The phoenix feather in the core contains the magic to burn away filth. What emerges from the tip of the wand is no longer a blurry ball of light, but a dazzling silver animal.

That was a stag, its whole body gleaming with silver light, like the moon in the sky.

The stag stamped its hoof on the spot, then leaped up, head held high, and charged towards the group of Dementors.

Harry, wand in hand, smiled, his eyes filled with a protective resolve, as many happy memories flashed through his mind.

Upon receiving their Hogwarts acceptance letter, they are sorted into their houses, sit at the Gryffindor table, practice Quidditch on broomsticks, and celebrate winning the House Cup at the year-end banquet... On Christmas morning, they receive a Firebolt, uncover the truth of what happened back then, and discover that they have a godfather who sincerely loves them.

The most memorable scene was on the terrace of the Time Gap, where a slender figure stood in front of him.

The Dementor was still trapped in the silvery glow, its movements slow and stiff. The silver deer suddenly rammed into it, like a red-hot iron hitting ice and snow, or like the summer sun piercing through a shadow that could not bear the light.

The silver deer ran around the Dementor, charging back and forth, causing the Dementor to panic and scatter in all directions.

As the silver deer soared freely through the air, a noisy commotion arose in the student ranks. Some of the younger students stared wide-eyed at the silver deer, while the older students, encouraged, chanted their incantations even more cheerfully.

At the front of the Hufflepuff line, Cedric, not to be outdone, raised his ash wand high, pure magic emanating from his unicorn hair:

[Expected Guardian]

The silvery-white light did not burst forth suddenly.

First, it condensed at the tip of the staff, like wisps of smoke being blown by a gentle breeze, then the ball of light began to grow slowly and steadily, and the outline of wings appeared in the air.

A greylag goose spreads its wings in the silvery light.

It is larger than ordinary birds, almost as big as an ostrich. Its feathers are made of pure silver light, yet they present real layers. When its wings are spread, they have a clear sense of power, but its beak is not as sharp as that of a bird of prey.

Its neck is not particularly long, its back feathers are thick, and its wing feathers are distinct, leaving soft, bright streaks in the air when it flaps its wings.

The greylag goose took flight with steady, powerful movements. It did not charge forward immediately, but waited for Cedric to nod before flapping its wings to catch up and join the silver deer's flock.

The Dementors fled.

Two animals radiating a dazzling silver light, like the bright radiance of a full moon, shone down in all directions. One was a bird, the other a beast, surrounding and chasing them, leaving them nowhere to escape.

After a stalemate of nearly half an hour, the shadowy figures had initially pounced within a few dozen feet of the young wizards, but the stag and greylag goose quickly overwhelmed them with a few dashes.

However, the two Patronus did not give chase, waiting for the Dementors to return to a relatively safe distance. Harry and Cedric exchanged a smile and simultaneously dismissed their Patronus, causing the brilliant night sky to dim instantly.

As if on command, the Dementors began to gather once more.

"They dare to come back?" Ron's eyes lit up.

He felt his heart surging with excitement, as if his guardian spirit was also eager to try, and might emerge from the tip of the staff at any moment to make a dashing appearance in front of the whole school!

……

Several blue flames flickered on the school gate fence.

Melvin stood in the snow with his eyes closed, using Legilimency from an immense distance to instill commands into the Dementors' heads.

The Dementors split into two groups: one group lingered above Hogsmeade, while the other group hovered outside the gates of Hogwarts. They were drawn by the young wizards' joyful mood and, having just been defeated, were now reorganized and were working tirelessly to complete their teaching assistant duties.

These dark creatures have personalities similar to wild beasts. They have little brain capacity, and after being beaten, they will reflexively remember it for a period of time. Once the memory of the beating fades, their hunger instinct will take over, and they will quickly revert to their old ways.

The stag and the greylag goose were just ordinary animals, of medium size, and not enough for the Dementors to remember them. As the figures of the two guardians disappeared, the Dementors, sensing the students' emotions, approached again.

What he's doing is gathering all the Dementors together.

About five minutes passed.

Melvin's eyelids twitched slightly as he noticed the temperature around him dropping again. More and more Dementors were gathering, and the accompanying white mist was becoming increasingly cold and biting. But the inspired young wizards were fearless and full of enthusiasm, waving their wands and chanting spells.

Meanwhile, the two students who successfully summoned the spirits stopped approaching and instead stood by, spontaneously maintaining order and providing guidance.

Smart students are easier to teach. Harry and Cedric understood the significance of this special lesson, and after the successful summoning, they stopped pursuing the students and gave the opportunity to other students.

Melvin opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. The dim stars and moon and the night sky did not obstruct his vision. A hazy silver light illuminated half the sky and the fluttering cloaks of the Dementors.

A dazzling silver light shone.

It was Miss Granger's wand made of grapevine wood.

The silvery light flowed out, like a handful of round moonlight soaked in river water. Its body was a smooth spindle shape, covered with a layer of thick, shiny short fur, like a high-end velvet dress. When shaken, it fluffed up, like a round plush toy.

It has a round head, a pair of short, almost invisible ears, round and clever eyes, an oval-shaped nose that twitches slightly, and a few tufts of long, silvery-white whiskers at the corners of its mouth.

Raising its front paws, with webbed toes, it swims freely in the air without any support, belly up, floating aimlessly.

(End of this chapter)