Feeling magic surge through his body once more, Su Er wasted no more time.
"Expecto patronus extra!" It was the same incantation as the Patronus Charm itself, but with an extra syllable.
Aberforth was bewildered when he heard the incantation, but soon realized where the syllables Su Er was chanting came from. He looked at Su Er in surprise and doubt.
Yes, this was not the conventional way of reciting spells such as Lumos or the Stunning Spell, but a more rhythmic, more ancient form of chanting.
It was like a priest reciting prayers in an aria in an ancient church, or the people of an ancient tribe gathering around a bonfire, watching their priest pray to the heavens for their departing warriors to return safely and for their tribe to flourish.
These were Runes! And this was their most ancient form of recitation!
Where had this boy learned that???
Aberforth's heart leaped into his throat, then settled again, because the spell had succeeded.
A thick, brilliant beam of silver light shot straight toward the Patronus standing in midair.
The next moment, upon contact with the beam, the Patronus's solid form rapidly dissolved into a cloud of silver mist. It did not disperse, but remained suspended in midair, translucent and like a fluffy piece of cotton candy.
The beam of magic did not stop. Instead, the cloud absorbed every last drop of it, with faint silver arcs flickering within.
Soon, it began to pulse. There was no sound, but to Aberforth, standing nearby, it seemed as though he could hear it beating, just like-the heart in his chest.
Su Er could feel magic being drawn continuously from his body, as though someone had installed a pump at the tip of his wand, connecting him to that cloud of mist.
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