"What did we live on for?" Seamus Finnigan's brows furrowed slightly as he repeated the question to himself.
Wizet said, "Seamus, just as you said earlier, you don't want to let down your friends' concern or disappoint them. At least in my view, that is a feeling akin to 'protecting.'"
"Protecting..." Seamus coughed twice, raised a hand to rub his nose, and let his gaze drift aside. "It sounds rather... ahem! Rather embarrassing..."
Wizet smiled faintly. "You can replace it with a word better suited to your habits. After all, that feeling is the answer and key you have been seeking."
"At least in my view, compared with mere 'fear' and the 'instinct to survive,' this feeling is more stable and more powerful. It is the solid core you need to cast the Disarming Charm."
"When I invented the Disarming Charm, I used the Patronus Charm as a reference. And when we practice the Patronus Charm, 'happiness' is not the only emotion we can draw upon."
"I know that!" Seamus Finnigan nodded. "You wrote a paper about it before—you mentioned that point!"
"But..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
"I don't remember the specifics very clearly. I just remember you saying that we didn't have to limit ourselves to the emotion of 'happiness.'"
"That's right!" Wizet picked up the thread. "Friendship, family affection, conviction... or something even more specific. Even a chicken leg and a pie that still retain a trace of warmth can be used to cast magic."
"Seamus, that is what I wanted to share with you... You didn't succeed by imitating Ron. You succeeded by becoming yourself, by understanding yourself better. That is how you were able to cast the Disarming Charm."
Seamus Finnigan lowered his head, his