You Are Your Own Guardian Deity
After leaving the tutoring classroom and returning to my Ravenclaw dorm, I found that my roommate Terry wasn't there either.
Without hesitation, Lucien opened the briefcase and climbed inside.
We passed through layers of space.
When the Magical Creatures living in the Box World happen to see him, they all greet him in their own species' way.
Lucien waved to them in response to their greeting.
Seeing those creatures inevitably brings to mind the diverse array of Patronus that can be summoned.
For some reason, I really want to say: I have the potential to run a zoo.
Was the reason why casting the Patronus Charm previously depleted my magic power was because there were too many Patronus?
Each of the dozen or so Patronus requires magic to maintain its form, so the total amount consumed in total is naturally staggering.
The first time the Patronus Charm was cast, the magic surged out like a floodgate opened, completely uncontrollable.
This time, the Patronus Charm actually consumed much less energy, unlike the first time which it was incredibly powerful and frightening.
It's likely that my control over emotions, memory, and even magic has improved during this period.
Snape even learned spells like Legilimency and Occlumency, so his tutoring was definitely worthwhile.
However, the tutoring fees are a bit difficult to come up with.
Snape asked Lucien to create an alchemical artifact according to his specifications as payment for the tutoring.
The requirement is very simple, just one standard: it must be able to withstand the Avada Kedavra.
Lucien still remembers the expression and tone Snape made the request, as if it were as simple as making an automatically stirring crucible!
As for why Snape requested the creation of such an alchemical tool, Lucien understood without a doubt that it was due to the shadow cast by Voldemort.
The Old Bat had actually worked Death Eaters before, and had witnessed firsthand how his master, who was practically insane, set off the Avada Kedavra like firecrackers!
But this Killing Curse is too special; its power far exceeds that of ordinary spells.
Standard defensive spells like the Protego are no match for it. Even if you use a physical object to block it, it must be hard and heavy enough, otherwise it will be easily shattered.
Using alchemical creations to replicate the magic that can resist Avada Kedavra is not an option for now, as the corresponding magic has not yet been invented.
Lucien had no choice but to find another way, trying different approaches. For example, if he couldn't block it, why not just dodge it...?
As he pondered this, Lucien arrived at the iron house where Nagini was.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Lucien did not go in immediately.
I stopped and stood in the open space in front of the door.
Raise your wand, pointing the tip at the open space in front of you.
After taking the potion given to him by Snape, Lucien's magical power recovered considerably.
It's no wonder it's made by Potions Master; the quality is impeccable.
In addition, Lucien's magical talent is high enough that, besides his total magical power, his own recovery speed is also very fast, so casting spells again is not a problem.
"Expecto Patronum"
The incantation was cast.
Silvery-white mist emerged from the tip of the staff, but not at the same exaggerated speed as before, nor did it release a large amount of mist.
The mist slowly flowed from the tip of the staff, like a babbling brook, quiet and steady.
Having experienced the complete condensation of Patronus, Lucien's control over the Patronus Charm had greatly improved.
This is the "feeling" of magic; after successfully casting a spell once, you'll find yourself increasingly adept at it.
Just like learning to ride a broomstick, you're so nervous and stiff the first time you take flight, but once you master the balance, you'll never forget it.
The difference in proficiency stems solely from variations in innate talent and compatibility with different magic spells, leading to variations in the speed at which one can master them.
The fog swirled in the air, no longer spreading aimlessly as before, but obeying his will and quickly condensing.
Silvery-white light threads weaved, intertwined, and crisscrossed in the void, gradually outlining the shape of a form.
The most basic components: head, torso, limbs...
Then there's the hair, facial features, clothes...
The details are layered upon layered, like an invisible sculptor carving.
In the blink of an eye, a person—no, a Patronus —was formed.
The image of this Patronus is so lifelike.
If it weren't for its entirely silvery-white color and semi-transparent, ethereal appearance, it could be said that it would be indistinguishable from a real person.
He looked like a young man in his early twenties.
He has short, choppy hair, a refined appearance, and soft facial features, lacking the sharp, angular features typical of European and American men.
A typical Asian face.
Looking at this face that he hadn't seen for over a decade, Lucien felt as if he were looking in a mirror reflecting his past life.
"It's been so long." His voice was soft, as if afraid of waking something. "I'd almost forgotten what this face looked like..."
The Patronus offered no response to Lucien's melancholy whispers, nor could it offer one.
He simply stood there quietly, his silvery-white eyes fixed on Lucien.
Lucien slowly closed his eyes.
This is the truest reflection of the soul.
Are you your own Patronus?