Ripple

Inside the Great Hall, Lucien ate his oatmeal porridge.

The warm porridge slid down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel a little better.

The headache is still there, but it's not as severe as it was when I first woke up.

As he ate, he listened to the chattering of the young wizards near the long table.

"Did you see that fog last night? It was silvery-white, so beautiful!"

"I was doing my homework, and I was so sleepy, but then the fog drifted over, and my mood instantly improved."

"I dreamt about things from my childhood, and I laughed for a long time after waking up..."

There are quite a few little wizards who mention silvery-white mist.

Lucien felt a little embarrassed, but his mind also started racing. Judging from the reactions of so many young wizards, his Patronus Charm from last night had been successfully cast.

In terms of scope, it was even an unimaginable "success".

The young wizards of Hufflepuff were also talking about this; their common room was in the castle's basement, while their own Ravenclaw Common Room was in a tower high up in the castle.

This up-and-down motion almost runs through the entire castle.

Slytherin students rarely mention the fog, perhaps because they live underground beneath the Black Lake, which is much farther away.

But the impact on the Hufflepuff Common Room alone is already ridiculously large.

How can the range of the Patronus Charm be so large?

Was it because he had exhausted his magic power?

Lucien possesses exceptional magical talent; even though he is still a developing teenager, the magical power within him is beyond the realm of reason.

If you unleash magic with all your might, its power, range, duration, and other effects will indeed be greatly enhanced.

But another, more serious question is: why does the Patronus Charm deplete its magic power?

Lucien vaguely remembered that after casting the spell, the magic seemed to be guided in some way, and was released recklessly without restraint.

The feeling wasn't like "exerting all your strength," but rather like "someone turning the valve to its maximum and then taking the handle off."

He strongly disliked the feeling of being out of control.

I was too hasty. I thought practicing the Patronus Charm wouldn't cause any problems, but it turned out to be such a big commotion. I Dumbledore for advice when I have time.

Good morning, Lucien.

Abruptly interrupted by a greeting, Lucien looked up and saw Harry, his two companions, each carrying a different breakfast.

Harry noticed that Lucien didn't look well and asked with concern:

"Lucien, are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the Hospital Wing first?"

Seeing Hermione and Ron looking at him with the same concern, Lucien forced a smile and said that he was fine, he had just stayed up a little late last night and would be fine after a short rest.

Hearing this, Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and as she sat down, she softly advised:

"I read in a book that staying up late is bad for your health, and that people in puberty especially need enough sleep..."

Ron plopped down next to Lucien, leaning closer to examine Lucien's face.

"Hey, George and the others are like this the day after staying up all night exploring the castle. Just eat some good food to replenish their energy and they'll be fine!"

As he spoke, he pushed a basket of small steamed buns in front of Lucien. Ron, with half a sausage still in his mouth, mumbled something indistinctly.

"Hey, Lucien, did you see a mist last night? A silvery, magical mist. Hermione said it reminds you of happy things, but I was already asleep."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who was interrupted, but Ron didn't seem to notice her displeased look.

Lucien's outstretched hand, reaching for the steamed bun, paused slightly. Well, how should I put it? The mist was being released right in front of his eyes.

Why is it that the Patronus Charm I released, in its nascent, misty form, reminds those who come into contact with it of "happy things"?

The book doesn't mention this characteristic either. Could this be what Salazar meant when he said: the soul's innate talent reflected by the Patronus Charm?

Talents related to memory?

After Harry sat down, he said, "I dreamt yesterday about the day Hagrid came to take me away from my aunt and uncle's house. My uncle insisted on taking us to a small hut on a rock, and it was pouring rain. But Hagrid still came to the hut and brought me a birthday cake—the first birthday cake I'd ever received. And that dream felt so real, unlike other dreams that just seem to have no beginning or end..."

As he said this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Clearly, Harry cherished and was deeply moved by the memory of that day, and was very happy to dream about it again.

Hermione put down her spoon, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "I wasn't asleep yet, I was reading ' Greetings with Magical Creatures ' in bed. Hmm, when the mist came in, I really remembered my first award, the children's reading and note-taking competition, the required text was still..."

As she spoke, Hermione remembered that she had just explained to Lucien the dangers of staying up late, but she herself had stayed up late reading last night, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, her voice gradually softening.

Only Ron looked regretful, muttering, "You all still remember? I think I had several dreams last night, but I can't remember them when I woke up."

Harry: "Is that fog some kind of magic, or is it some kind of special native inhabitant of Hogwarts Castle?"

Although he has been living the life of a wizard for almost two years, Harry admits that he still knows very little about magic, and he still often encounters some wonderful things in this ancient castle.

Having seen all sorts of creatures, including ghosts, moving armor, Basilisk, and House-elf, Harry wasn't surprised that Hogwarts might also house some kind of misty Magical Creatures.

Ron shook his head. "I don't know. Anyway, neither Bill Charlie mentioned any fog in the castle. I can ask Fred and George; if there's something this fun, they certainly won't miss it..."

Hearing what Harry and the others said, Lucien became even more embarrassed.

That was a major mistake.

The practice of the spell has somehow spread to the outside world, affecting so many people.

I can only be thankful that this wasn't some dangerous magic, but why did the Patronus Charm I used still bring back happy memories and give me sweet dreams...?

Hmm, next time I try similar new spells, including crafting simplified Sorcerer's Stone, I'll teleport to a remote mountain desert or an isolated island first.

Even if it causes a commotion, at least it won't affect innocent people.

Lucien suddenly realized that perhaps some wizards liked to venture deep into the mountains and forests for similar reasons?

Just then, a small, silvery-white Phoenix suddenly flew into the Great Hall.

It is not large in size, and its whole body exudes a soft silver light.

Its translucent body streaked through the air, leaving a faint trail.

It circled once above the Great Hall, then landed directly in front of Lucien.

Lucien stared at the half-illusory Phoenix and blinked.

This looks like... Dumbledore's Patronus?

The next second, Dumbledore's gentle voice emanated from within the silver Phoenix:

"Come to the Headmaster's Office when you don't have classes."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Phoenix gently flapped its wings and transformed into countless tiny, silvery-white mists that dissipated into the air.