#124 - Section 124

"A person's potential is most easily forced out in times of despair."

"It's a simple thing. Assuming you can't use magic, when you're running and so tired you can barely move, if a dog suddenly chases you, you'll definitely get a second wind, and it'll be even faster than before."

Ethan believes his potential isn't low; all he needs is pressure.

Under immense pressure, even if some of his conditions don't meet the requirements for casting the Patronus Charm, he can still forcibly master it with the help of his potential and talent.

"Once you succeed, I want to try using the Patronus Charm under the pressure of a Dementor!"

Penelope naturally knows the difference in talent between the two, but she's a little unwilling!

"Okay!"

Ethan didn't refuse. He originally planned to use Dementors to help them all learn the Patronus Charm.

Looking at the five Dementors who looked like they were about to kick the bucket, Ethan could only take them into the Nibelung.

If they experienced another beating, they might really just disappear.

"Ethan, what will your Patronus look like?"

Hermione walked over with some curiosity. Everyone's Patronus is the animal that resonates most with them.

But this is also reflected in daily life. Generally, if you lean towards a certain animal, your Patronus is most likely to be that animal.

This is information Hermione saw in a magazine, and she thinks it's very credible.

Regarding her own Patronus, Hermione thinks there's a high chance it will be a cat.

"Not sure, but it should be a big guy."

Ethan shook his head; he really didn't know.

If he knew Hermione's thoughts, he would definitely expose her mercilessly. Her Patronus is an otter, which has nothing to do with cats.

Looking at the panel, the Patronus Charm has already been raised to level three, and the upgrade speed is quite fast.

But it still can't compare to when he first came into contact with the Fiendfyre Curse. He succeeded the first time he released it and jumped directly to level three, reaching level six by the end.

"I'm going to try again!"

"Try again? Won't you wait a few days to get familiar with it before trying again?"

Penelope looked at Ethan in disbelief.

"My magic power is sufficient, and my mental state is still good. Why can't I try?"

Ethan looked at everyone with a smile.

Harry only learned the Patronus Charm a few times. He was terrible at the beginning, but later, to save Sirius Black, he suddenly mastered it under immense pressure.

Even Harry can do it, there's no reason why he can't...

Compared to talent, he's leaving him so far behind that he can't even see the taillights.

Seeing Ethan insist, Penelope didn't try to persuade him anymore.

This time, Ethan directly pulled out all the Dementors except for the first five.

After coming out, they floated in the air, far away from Ethan. They had seen what happened to the five companions who went out just now.

They were still guessing who would be the next unlucky one to be pulled out by that demon, but they didn't expect everyone to be unlucky.

After Ethan's Fiendfyre persuasion, the Dementors also made their own choices.

Between serious injury and death, these guys, who have almost endless vitality, naturally know how to compromise.

Standing in the center of the Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets, the Dementors floating on the ceiling formed a circle, slowly drifting towards Ethan.

Before they could exert their strength, despair and loneliness arose spontaneously from the bottom of Ethan's heart.

As the Dementors continued to approach, Ethan became more and more depressed, and the whole person was already squatting on the ground.

Cassandra and the others watched from the side, worried.

He's taking too big of a step. Even ten Dementors would be fine!

Facing nearly forty Dementors at once, is he really okay?

Just as they were worried, Ethan suddenly stood up, holding his wand high.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Thick white mist mixed with white light illuminated the entire chamber. Two huge wings obscured the entire space, but they were not fully visible. Huge dragon claws and a dragon tail kept swinging. As for the upper body, it had not yet appeared.

Without a doubt, this was because the space wasn't big enough, but they knew it was a Fire Dragon just by looking at a part of it.

After the Patronus Charm dissipated, Ethan collected the Dementors that had fallen in large numbers. He really had to thank it just now.

Penelope and the others saw that his Patronus was a Fire Dragon. How could Ethan not see it?

There are three people with special Patronuses that Ethan remembers: the invincible Andros, whose Patronus was the size of a giant. Although it wasn't explicitly recorded, many people believed his Patronus was a giant.

Then there's Dumbledore's phoenix, which may be related to his bloodline.

The last one is Hedley Fleetwood, whose Patronus is a mammoth, something that's already extinct.

Now, we can add another person: Ethan Adairian's Patronus is a Fire Dragon.

"You don't have to rush to practice the Patronus Charm. My Patronus image is a Fire Dragon, which may be related to taking Magic Blood."

Otherwise, Ethan wouldn't be able to explain why his Patronus would be such an image.

"In that case, will my Patronus also be a Fire Dragon?"

Cassandra suddenly became excited. She didn't have any particular thoughts about ordinary animals, but a magical animal image was different.

"Very likely!"

Ethan spoke with them as they walked towards the Room of Requirement.

He was going there to see what his Patronus actually looked like.

Logically speaking, the Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets is definitely big enough. It's impossible for it not to be able to accommodate a Patronus!

Ethan had to figure out what was going on.

If he got familiar with it, he could definitely adjust the size freely, but Ethan had just reached level five and didn't have that ability yet, so he could only go to the Room of Requirement.

After arriving at the Room of Requirement, he asked for a large enough room.

Ethan finally saw the appearance of his Patronus. The wingspan alone exceeded a hundred meters, and like Onyxia, it was a four-legged dragon.

It was just that the head was a bit strange, with five heads.

It was a veritable five-headed dragon.

How did this bloodline sublimation get closer to that one? That's not right!.

Chapter 158: Slaughter, Blood, Hell, Soul

The next morning, Ethan woke up refreshed.

The success of the Patronus Charm yesterday put him in a rather good mood.

On the other hand, his three roommates each had obvious dark circles under their eyes, and their spirits were also low.

There was no way for Ethan to teach them. He himself relied on high-pressure learning. Once the Dementors recovered a bit, he could let them try.

Of course, the premise was that they had the courage to do so.

After washing up, Ethan and his group arrived at the Great Hall, and the first thing that caught their eyes was Draco.

He was surrounded by a large group of Slytherins, and he himself was telling them something.

Ethan walked straight over and started eating at the Ravenclaw table.

As for Terry, he squeezed into the crowd of Slytherins. How could he miss out on the fun!

While eating breakfast, Ethan looked at the new timetable for this semester and found that it was a mess.

For example, the first class for the third year this morning was all electives.

Divination started at nine o'clock, Muggle Studies also started at nine o'clock, and Arithmancy was still at nine o'clock.

This directly clashed with nine o'clock. If you chose all three subjects at the same time, would you have to split yourself into three?

No wonder they would give you an application for a Time-Turner after choosing all the elective courses. Otherwise, one person simply couldn't handle it. It wasn't a matter of energy, it was simply that there wasn't enough time.

But Ethan had no interest in this, even if it could control time to a certain extent.

The rules of this world are that the past cannot be changed, and what has already happened is a fixed fact.

For example, Harry thought that his father had saved him and Sirius Black with the Patronus Charm, but when he used the Time-Turner to go back to the past, he realized that his father didn't have the ability to run back from the spirit world.

It was himself who temporarily exploded with power, and that's how he saved his past self.

If it were him, if someone wanted to go back in time and kill him, even if his strength was stronger than Ethan in the past, he would still fail due to various factors.

Since he was already living in the present, then he couldn't be killed in the past.

After all, this wasn't one of those worlds that could manipulate the timeline at will.

It was because he knew this that Ethan was indifferent to the Time-Turner, otherwise he would have signed up for all the subjects and then applied for a Time-Turner.

Putting down the timetable, Ethan suddenly heard a burst of laughter from the side.

Turning his head, he saw Draco pretending to faint on the ground, his face still making a funny face at Harry.

Obviously, after seeing Harry come, he started to stir things up again.

I have to say, Draco's love for Harry is really true love.

"Hey, Potter!"

Pansy Parkinson, seeing that Harry was walking towards Gryffindor without stopping, immediately screamed.

"Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter, boo hoo hoo!"

Harry, with a grim face, directly bypassed her and plopped down at the Gryffindor table.

He knew that for a while, he would be the laughing stock of Hogwarts, especially the Slytherins.

At this time, Hagrid also walked into the Great Hall, still wearing the mole skin coat from yesterday, and holding a dead polecat in his hand.

He was here for breakfast. In the past, he would make his own food in his hut, but now, as a professor, he could eat at the staff table.

Passing by the Ravenclaw table, Hagrid excitedly said to Ethan,

"You're coming to my first class! Right after lunch! I started preparing at five in the morning... I hope the class goes well... I'm finally a teacher... It's really..."

Hagrid was so excited that he was a little incoherent. As he spoke, he continued to walk towards the staff table, still swinging the dead polecat in his hand.

Ethan remembered that Hagrid's first class had a big problem. Due to Draco's lack of cooperation, he was injured.

Then Draco went to his father to complain, and eventually the dangerous magical creature that injured him was going to be executed, and Hagrid also received a significant punishment.

Generally, if this kind of thing wasn't blown out of proportion, there wouldn't be any problems, but Draco knew that Hagrid and Harry were friends, so he wouldn't let him go easily.

Now that Ethan was here, he certainly wouldn't let Draco mess around.

It can only be said that those who teach Care of Magical Creatures don't have any awareness. Kettleburn had already caused many teaching accidents.

It was still the same here with Hagrid. He dared to bring out a XXXX-level magical creature in the first class.

Perhaps for him, it wasn't dangerous at all, just a little cute thing, but for the young wizards, it was definitely a fatal threat.

After eating breakfast, Ethan and his roommates also walked towards the North Tower. The Divination classroom was on the top floor of the North Tower.

It was just that when Ethan and the others arrived at the top platform, they didn't find any entrance to the classroom.

Many third-year little wizards had already gathered here.

If Ethan hadn't seen that the exam for this course could be easily fooled through, otherwise only a fool would choose Divination. This was just an old charlatan, whose predictions were rarely accurate, and could easily lead people astray.

In the end, someone recited the bronze plaque on the ceiling, which caused the hatch to be opened, and a silver ladder was lowered.

Following the ladder into the Divination classroom, they discovered that the interior was quite strange. It didn't look like a place for people to attend classes at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

Inside, there were more than twenty small round tables, surrounded by floral-print armchairs and plump little cushions.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light. The curtains were tightly drawn, and many lamps were covered with dark red scarves.

Under the fully decorated fireplace, a fire was burning fiercely, and on it was placed a very large copper teapot, emitting a strong, nauseating fragrance, which also made the inside quite stuffy, making it difficult for people to breathe.