Phoenix Patronus

Ron's smile vanished.

The silver creature ran a few steps through the air before disappearing.

Ginny guessed right.

That's not Crup.

It was a Jack Russell Hound.

Draco ignored Ron.

He was just thinking about what happy memories he could have that were stronger than those of being with Pansy.

"Patronus Charm!" A ray of silver light emanated from his wand, swaying like mist before him.

Harry, meanwhile, was recalling the strange feeling he had when he cast the Patronus Charm.

At that moment, a second heartbeat suddenly sounded in his heart.

This undeniable feeling blurred his memories of the joy of his engagement to Ginny.

It seems Draco's guess was correct; the Patronus Charm did indeed react with the Phoenix residing in his heart.

He was born from the combination of his mother's love magic and the Holly Wood wand.

Further enhanced by combining "The Forging of a Mighty Heart"

It becomes even more agile after combining with its evil side.

After absorbing the fragments of Voldemort, it fell into a deep silence.

He reawakened after possessing the magic of dragons.

The Phoenix, transformed after combining with the Resurrection Stone, opened its eyes for the first time.

Looking into those narrow phoenix eyes, he had a strange feeling that this was why he couldn't summon his Patronus.

It's because his heart already has the strongest and most invincible Patronus.

Ginny's words jolted Harry out of his 'stare'.

"Ron was just using a trick."

Neville hasn't instilled any fear in us yet.

"Only the Patronus that blooms in the face of Dementors is a true Patronus." Ginny frowned as she looked at Harry.

They mistakenly thought he was a little disappointed because he hadn't been able to summon his Patronus.

"Alright, Ron has succeeded."

"Next, you must be careful not to let fear cloud your judgment," Neville cautioned.

He put away his wand and held his hands loosely in front of his chest.

The shadow of a strangely shaped sword appeared in his hand.

Harry had seen it before; it was the embodiment of the magic of the sword in Neville's mind.

However, its color is slightly different this time.

It's no longer indigo.

It's a blue that leans towards purple.

It also feels somewhat unreal.

The moment he looked at the sword, a chill ran through him from the depths of his heart.

This is not a physical heart.

The chill first swept over his entire body, then his breath, as if frozen in his chest.

Finally, it penetrated his skin, chilled him to his chest, and finally reached his heart. His eyes rolled upwards, and he could see nothing; he was engulfed in the cold.

My ears were filled with a surging, turbulent sound, like water crashing against them.

He was pulled down, and the sound in his ears grew louder. Then the elegant, ethereal cry of the Phoenix resounded in Harry's heart.

Then the sound echoed throughout the entire room.

Harry opened his eyes.

Right now, Ginny was huddled in the corner, Draco was trembling all over, and Ron was pale and weakly calling out "Patronus Charm!" over and over again.

However, only an indistinct silver shadow emerged from the tip of Ron's wand.

The Patronus seemed to sense its master's instability and also lost its ability to solidify.

However, as the phoenix's cry rang out, a fiery red Phoenix emerged from his chest.

The color gradually returned to the faces of the three people.

Ginny stood up.

Draco stopped trembling.

From the tip of Ron's wand, the silver dog once again sprang forth, circling Ron and leaping through the air.

Harry watched all of this with a smile.

Fear continued to well up from the depths of his heart.

But it was no longer able to affect him.

With a thought in mind, Harry thrust forward.

He didn't recall any happy memories; his mind was only on the Phoenix singing on his shoulder at this moment.

"Patronus Charm!" A portal of light appeared at the end of his wand.

The Phoenix on its shoulder transformed into a streak of red light, passing through the portal at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Through the portal, a silver bird, radiating life and a sacred red, appeared.

Its long neck was raised high, and its silver wings flapped as it passed through the ceiling and walls.

It appeared on the azure horizon.

At the same time, a long, drawn-out phoenix cry also appeared.

Harry covered his left eye; he felt as if he now had two bodies.

If he hadn't had this experience before, he might have even fallen to the ground.

In the most luxurious room at the center of the large ship in the Black Lake, a woman dressed in elegant maternity clothes opened her eyes.

She recognized it as the aura of Patronus, the cry of Phoenix.

With a gentle clap of the hands, the skull on the table exhaled white smoke.

The unique Phoenix Patronus appeared on the screen formed by white smoke.

She squinted, seemingly quite displeased.

A tall, full-length mirror seemed to detect the woman's emotional instability.

Ripples began to appear on the smooth mirror surface.

A tall, thin figure emerged from it.

"What's wrong?" The man who stepped out of the mirror seemed to have turned into a gust of wind.

Almost as soon as she stepped out of the mirror, she was in front of the bed.

He grasped the woman's fair wrist, his face full of worry.

The woman did not speak.

The man followed the woman's gaze to the screen above the table.

The screen formed by the white smoke seemed to perfectly reflect the traces of magic.

This made the man immediately recognize the master of the Patronus.

He gasped. "It's... Harry."

As someone skilled in white magic, no one understands better than him what Patronus, or something similar to one, means.

"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly and closed her eyes.

"This may not have anything to do with emotional closeness," the man quickly explained. "Perhaps I once thought Harry was the most important person."

But now, you and the child are undoubtedly more precious treasures to me than he is.

Even if he likes men, that person will only be Ron.

Not me.

The woman raised her eyelids slightly.

The man smiled and pressed his advantage, "You might not understand."

Harry is imbued with the love charm laid down by Lily at the cost of her life.

In his first year, under Voldemort's pressure, it combined Harry's Holly Wood wand with the Phoenix Feather, creating a strange magic that existed in both a living and non-living state, resembling Phoenix.

The reason Harry's Patronus looks the way he does is perhaps due to the influence of this magic.

The woman opened her eyes. "Albus, I'll let you off this time."

Then, she sat up and, with the man's help, leaned against a cushion made of pillows.

"Have you decided on a name for the child? If you keep delaying, I might have to make him Grindelwald."

"I've already decided," Dumbledore said softly. "If it's a boy, his name will be Percival Dumbledore."

If it's a daughter, then it's Kendra Dumbledore.

"You could have used magic to determine the child's gender."

And you're not putting in any effort at all!

"These are your parents' names!" The woman's words were full of disdain.

But her face couldn't help but beam with a happy smile.

Give your child your parents' or your own name.

This represents unparalleled importance and love.

"You've passed this time," the woman said softly.