In fact, for Morris, it didn't even take half an hour.
He can instantly materialize his Patronus whenever he wants.
However, he wasn't in a hurry.
He had a deep feeling that the spell resonated with him exceptionally well.
He remembered what Professor Flitwick had said before: the standard spellcasting methods in the book might not be the most suitable methods for him.
He needs a few changes.
Of course, not too many are necessary.
All it takes is a small adjustment to the source of that joyful emotion.
Morris took a deep breath, his grip on his wand loosened slightly, then he gently lifted it, drawing a circle. " Expecto Patronum!"
The incantation was recited in a light, cheerful tone, and although there was a pause in the middle, it sounded very natural.
Ha, it worked!
Morris sensed it the instant he waved his wand.
This is a wonderful feeling that only occurs when the spellcaster achieves a deep resonance with the magic.
The silver light did not suddenly burst forth, but rather spread naturally from his body as if he were breathing.
Immediately afterwards, a silver, agile raven leaped out.
The raven, trailing a silvery wisp, circled Morris lightly before landing gracefully on Snape's desk, its wings folding elegantly.
Snape stared at the silver raven for a moment, then nodded very slightly. "Not bad."
He appeared calm on the surface, but inside, a huge storm was brewing.
Keep in mind that Morris only tried the Patronus Charm twice.
He had been a professor for so many years and had seen many geniuses, but someone like Morris... he couldn't find a precedent.
At least I couldn't do it back then.
Presumably, only Dumbledore can be compared to him.
At that moment, Snape Dumbledore's intention in having him teach Morris the Patronus Charm.
Such a talented student should obviously not be allowed to go astray.
Just like Voldemort back then.
The Patronus Charm is a very good detection spell.
Morris smiled slightly upon hearing Snape's assessment that Snape was "not bad."
"You think that's all? Professor Snape," he said mysteriously.
"What?"
Snape looked up and suddenly noticed something: the silvery mist that had been spreading around the other party had not dissipated after the raven had formed.
Not only that, but silver light was also constantly emanating from the opponent's wand, causing the mist of light to spread continuously.
Morris opened his arms.
At this moment, he could clearly feel the magic power within his body being surging out.
"Watch closely, Professor." Morris's voice betrayed barely suppressed excitement and a hint of smugness.
As he finished speaking, the misty light began to undergo an astonishing transformation.
The mist began to move, and then, one after another, lifelike silver ravens flew out from within.
Within seconds, dozens of silver ravens filled most of the office space.
They circled around Morris, whose arms were outstretched, illuminating the office with a bright glow.
The sight was breathtakingly spectacular. Snape stood frozen in place, all expression on his face reduced to an incomprehensible astonishment.
Those silver ravens are undoubtedly Morris's Patronus!
but why?
"Smack!"
Morris snapped his fingers crisply.
At the sound, all the silver ravens stopped moving and turned into fine silver dust, Silencio dissipating into the air.
"Call"
Morris took a deep breath and checked the state of his magical energy.
Well, it's not great, but it's far from being depleted; I used about one-fifth of the amount.
On a whim, I got a little too carried away.
However...
Morris glanced at his Potions Class professor, who was standing motionless, and nodded in satisfaction.
If it fools people, then it's not a complete waste.
"How was it, Professor?" Morris's cheerful voice broke the silence in the office. "I did a pretty good job, didn't I?"
Snape slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Morris.
He didn't speak immediately, but instead scrutinized Morris from head to toe and then from toe to head with a serious look.
"Don't look at me like that," Morris said with a smile. "This is undoubtedly Patronus Charm, isn't it? You requested it."
"A normal person only has one Patronus." Snape's voice was devoid of emotion.
"Aren't there any exceptions?" Morris asked.
Snape shook his head.
At least he had never seen it.
The Patronus of ordinary people are just ordinary animals, and there is only one of them.
The most unique Patronus he had ever seen was probably Headmaster Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus, a Magical Creatures.
The ability to summon thousands of Patronus in such a way, as if copying and pasting, is unprecedented in wizarding history.
Upon hearing this, Morris stroked his chin and asked again, "But it is indeed Patronus, isn't it?"
"Yes," Snape replied curtly, "Without a doubt."
That warm feeling is unmistakable.
"Then there's no problem," Morris said matter-of-factly. "There are no standard answers in magic. After all, it's magic; anything can happen."
Snape was speechless for a moment.
He paused for a moment, then spoke again, "You altered this spell."
Morris nodded. "Just a little bit."
"How were you changed?"
Morris really wanted to be cheeky at this moment and say, "Guess~"
But he held back.
" The Patronus Charm requires a happy mood," Morris explained, "But I didn't recall anything happy."
Snape didn't understand at first, and frowned. "What do you mean?"
As is well known, in order to successfully use the Patronus Charm, the caster must concentrate on recalling the happiest and most joyful memory they can think of.
This is necessary.
Seeing the professor's puzzled expression, Morris's smile deepened.
"I wasn't looking back," he paused, then said clearly, "I was thinking about 7."
"Future!"
"The future?" Snape repeated, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yes," Morris nodded, "I have nothing to hide. For me, this is what makes me happiest."
The happiest thing is that we never know what the future holds!
An eerie silence fell over the office.
"The future..." Snape repeated softly.
"Perhaps you could try my method," Morris shrugged easily. "Try thinking about that distant, bright future... Oh, it's getting late, may I leave now?"
... Can."
Having received permission, Morris hummed a song, turned, and pushed open the door to leave.
The door closed gently.
Snape remained standing in the same spot.
After a long while, he walked back to his desk, sat down, picked up a student's homework, and began to grade it.
But less than a minute later, he put the pen down again.
"Future...
He read the word again.
Try to imagine that distant, beautiful future?
All he could think of was a blank.
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