"What do we live for?" Seamus Finnigan frowned slightly, muttering the sentence over and over.
Vizet said, "Seamus, just like you said earlier, you don't want to let down your friends' concern, and you don't want to disappoint them. At least to me, that's an emotion similar to 'protection.'"
"Protection..." Seamus coughed lightly twice, raised a hand to rub his nose, and let his gaze drift aside. "Sounds kind of... ahem! Kind of embarrassing..."
Vizet smiled faintly. "You can change it to a word that suits your own habits better. After all, that emotion is the answer and the key you're looking for."
"At least to me, compared with pure 'fear' and 'Survival Instinct,' this emotion is steadier, and also stronger. It's the solid core you need to cast the 'Charm to Repel Weapons.'"
"When I invented the 'Charm to Repel Weapons,' I used the 'Patronus Charm' as a reference. And when we practice the 'Patronus Charm,' the emotion we can rely on isn't limited to 'happiness' alone."
"I know that!" Seamus Finnigan nodded. "You wrote a paper before that mentioned this!"
"But..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment showing in his eyes. "I don't remember the exact content very clearly. I only remember you said it didn't have to be limited to the emotion of 'happiness.'"
"Yes!" Vizet picked up the thread. "Friendship, family affection, faith... or something more specific, such as a chicken leg and a pie that still have some warmth left in them, can all be used to cast magic."
"Seamus, this is what I wanted to share with you... You didn't succeed by imitating Ron. You succeeded in casting the 'Charm to Repel Weapons' by becoming yourself, and by understanding yourself better."
Seamus Finnigan lowered his head, his gaze