#259 - Chapter 259 I’m so full, I really can’t eat anymore

Seeing Percy's failure, the young wizards couldn't believe their eyes.

"Percy actually failed?!"

"That shouldn't be, he successfully cast a corporeal Patronus during the first dueling club session. He must have been too careless."

"I think so too, he's so powerful, he couldn't possibly be unable to handle such a weak Dementor."

To say the Dementor was weak?

The little ones hadn't realized that even the frailest Dementor could absorb happy emotions.

And happy emotions are the foundation for casting a Patronus.

In a face-to-face situation with a Dementor, it's difficult to successfully cast a Patronus without repeated training.

Seeing that the students hadn't recognized the seriousness of the problem, Sebastian asked with a smile.

"Where is the second champion to challenge the Dementor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a seventh-year Ravenclaw student confidently stood up and bravely walked in front of the Dementor.

"Let me try, Professor."

Sebastian nodded slightly and waved his hand, signaling him to begin.

However, unexpectedly, the Ravenclaw student's face turned pale as soon as he raised his wand.

The Dementor's icy aura swept over him like an invisible tide, instantly devouring all his joy and courage.

Before he could finish the spell, he collapsed weakly to the ground, completely unable to cast a Patronus.

He lasted even less time than Percy!

The expressions on the young wizards' faces gradually changed from shock to solemnity. Everyone looked at each other, no longer as relaxed and confident as before.

The students began to feel uneasy. Although some thought that the Ravenclaw might have been too slow in chanting the spell, two consecutive failures made them realize that the problem was not as simple as they had imagined.

To make matters worse, the students who challenged next, whether they were seventh-year, sixth-year, or even Cedric, the star student of the fifth year, and the twins who loved to joke, all failed.

Watching the older students resting and eating chocolate, the remaining students were completely panicked.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Are Dementors that terrifying?"

"We've been practicing for so long, why doesn't the Patronus work when it comes to actual combat?"

This sense of powerlessness spread among the students like a plague. Ron looked at his brothers and groaned in pain.

"Fred and George all failed. What were my bold words before? A joke?!"

Malfoy swallowed hard. He had no heart to argue with Ron now.

The cruel reality made him realize that he had been too arrogant before. Even the weakest Dementor was not something that rookies like them could easily deal with.

The commotion here also alarmed the students who were practicing spells elsewhere in the dueling hall.

They had no intention to practice, stopped the spells in their hands, and turned their attention to this corner.

The professors did not stop them. They had long discovered that since the students began learning the Patronus Charm, each and every one of them had become arrogant and complacent.

This was also good, letting these little guys know the power of the Dementors, so as not to let them get too big for their boots.

Unlike the frustrated students, the Dementor was now extremely happy, muttering non-stop.

"So many people are lining up to deliver food, it's really too enthusiastic."

"So happy, I haven't eaten so full in a long time."

"But it's a bit full, it's really a sweet burden."

"Boss, can you give me some time to exercise and digest?"

Hearing the Dementor's muttering, Sebastian ignored it, but looked around, his eyes seriously scanning every student,

"Don't underestimate Dementors. The reason they can become guards of Azkaban and deter all vicious dark wizards is because of their ability to absorb happiness and leave despair."

"What you need to exercise is to desperately mobilize all happy and joyful emotions and release the Patronus when facing the Dementor."

"Those who failed, recall the feeling of facing the Dementor, and then think about what to do next time."

"The challenge continues."

The young wizards glanced at each other, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.

For a moment, it was extremely quiet around, no one dared to step forward, and no one wanted to be the next loser.

Harry bit his lip and was about to raise his hand to sign up when he heard a firm voice beside him.

"Professor, I want to try."

Seeing Neville walking out of the crowd, the students immediately clamored.

"Longbottom? This is really unexpected, I didn't expect him to be the first to stand up."

"As expected of Gryffindor, he has courage."

"This isn't about courage. Didn't all the people who challenged just now have courage? They all failed."

Ron looked incredulous and said in a low voice: "Is he crazy? Isn't he afraid of getting hurt?"

Malfoy nudged Ron: "Hey, Weasley, look at Longbottom, isn't he better than you?"

"It's like you dare to go up now," Ron rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

"I'm a Slytherin, of course I have to observe and observe before I go up to challenge."

"Tch, it's the first time I've heard someone make cowardice sound so good."

The young wizards were talking a lot, but there was not a trace of wavering on Neville's face.

He wasn't trying to prove his courage, nor was he trying to win the praise of others, but because he had a clear goal in his heart—to save his parents.

He didn't want his parents to stay in St. Mungo's all the time, to stay in the hospital bed all the time, to live in the darkness all the time.

He wanted to learn the advanced usage of the Patronus Charm and rescue his parents from the darkness.

To achieve this goal, the first step was to defeat the Dementor in front of him.

Neville came to the Dementor, clenched his wand, and there was no trace of fear on his face.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall those happiest moments, and then silently recited in his heart.

"Magic is the power of belief."

"I believe that I will definitely learn the advanced usage of the Patronus Charm to save my mom and dad."

Feeling the firm will emanating from Neville, Sebastian nodded slightly and calmly issued the command: "Start."

Neville took a deep breath, opened his eyes, raised his wand high, and his voice was firm and powerful.

"EX-SPE-TO PA-TRO-NUM! (Expecto Patronum!)"

Here it comes again!

The Dementor felt helpless in its heart.

It's really a bit full...

However, even if it's too full, I have to grit my teeth and persevere.

If the boss thinks I'm being lazy and fires me, it won't be good.

Thinking of this, it straightened its work attitude and sucked hard at Neville.

To its surprise, a silver-white hedgehog suddenly窜 out and directly topped it on the wall, even spitting out the delicious food it had eaten before.

Feeling the severe pain coming from its body, the Dementor couldn't help but scream.

"I #￥%……\u0026"

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