" Professor McGonagall is right," Lupin said to Morris, ignoring Snape. "You are indeed very good, Black."
"Thank you." Morris gave a perfectly timed smile.
Snape turned to Lupin and said in a somber tone, "Are you really capable of teaching a student like this, Lupin?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
The students held their breath, their eyes darting back and forth between the two professors.
Lupin's expression remained unchanged.
"That's not up to you, Snape," he said calmly. "I don't think you should stay in my class any longer. I suppose you wouldn't want me interrupting your Potions Class, would you?"
These words were spoken neither servile nor arrogant, but carried a threatening undertone.
The implication of a tit-for-tat confrontation couldn't be clearer.
The students were extremely nervous and didn't dare to breathe.
This scene is much more exciting than Boggart's.
Morris silently took half a step back, finding a better vantage point.
Let's fight! Let's fight!
Snape's smile vanished, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Of course," he said, "I'll be leaving now."
He walked toward the door, and as he passed Morris, he said meaningfully, "I hope you can teach your students well, rather than turn them into something else entirely, Lupin. Be careful, Black, don't get hurt."
Lupin's expression finally changed.
But Snape had already left the room, giving him no chance to reply.
Morris looked at Lupin.
Sure enough, when it comes to being choking, his Potions Class professor is still the better one.
Lupin stared at the door for a few seconds, then turned around, a gentle smile returning to his face.
"Alright, let's continue the lesson. The troublemakers are gone." He clapped his hands, drawing the students' attention back. "The magic Black just used was very difficult and not suitable for everyone. I have a more suitable spell for dealing with Boggart. The incantation is ' Riddikulus.' Give it a try."
In the following time, the students took turns trying under Lupin's guidance.
Poor Boggart was repeatedly tormented by the students, and was completely reduced to a practice tool.
It's worth mentioning that when it was Neville's turn, Boggart transformed into Snape, which startled everyone.
Neville, trembling, raised his wand and uttered the spell. " Riddikulus!"
The next second, Boggart, disguised as Snape, was wearing a long dress adorned with lace and a tall, upturned flower hat on his head.
The whole class burst into laughter.
Morris was somewhat disappointed that Snape hadn't witnessed this scene firsthand.
That would be amazing.
Lupin's Dark Magic Defence Class was highly praised by the students.
Of course, this might also be because the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor were just too outrageous.
However, as was the course's custom, Morris always felt that something was bound to happen to Lupin sooner or later.
Let's wait and see.
Soon, the first weekend of the semester arrived.
On Saturday evening, Morris crawled into the room inside the suitcase.
Under the Patronus's tireless care, the Dementor finally calmed down.
It was curled up in the corner of the room, motionless, like a real corpse.
Several silver ravens were circling around it, radiating a warm aura.
But Morris knew that the Dementor was still "alive" and could Rennervate at any time if it absorbed enough positive emotions.
The Ministry of Magic seems to have either not discovered that a Dementor is missing, or has discovered it but cannot find any clues.
They had no idea that a Dementor was being studied by a Hogwarts student, who had locked it in a suitcase.
Let's give it a try...
Morris stepped forward, grabbed the Dementor's robe, and pulled it to the center of the Undead Creature Transformation Magic Circle.
Yes, it's Undead Creature Transformation Magic Circle.
Although he wasn't sure if this would work on a special kind of Dementor, the test subject was right in front of him, so how would he know if he didn't try?
It doesn't matter if we fail.
The Dementor lay motionless in the center of the magic circle.
"The world of the living has not forgotten you, and the peaceful rest of death is not your final chapter."
Morris chanted the incantation, and the magic circle began to activate.
The Dementor suddenly struggled, trying to escape.
"You're not being honest."
Morris waved his wand, which shone brightly with silver light, summoning an army of raven Patronus.
They Accio from all directions and instantly surrounded the Dementor.
The Dementor tried to break through the encirclement, but the moment it touched the silver wing of a raven, it recoiled as if burned.
It kept trying, but to no avail.
Finally, it stopped moving and turned the hollow of its face toward Morris, as if trying to express something.
Morris looked up at it, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't resist, unless you want to be trapped here for the rest of your life."
The Dementor shuddered.
Um?
It seems the other person can understand human speech.
Morris continued his threat, "My Patronus will torment you forever."
Upon hearing this, the Dementor obediently returned to the center of the magic circle.
Morris raised an eyebrow.
Is she really that spineless?
He had thought he would have to use threats and inducements again, but he didn't expect the Dementor to give in so quickly.
"Good," he said. "Stay like that, don't move."
The Dementor curled up into a ball and didn't move.
A few minutes later, the transformation of the undead creature was successfully completed.
The Dementor slowly floated in front of Morris, emanating an inexplicable aura of docility.
Morris looked up at it.
It actually succeeded?
To be honest, it was a bit unexpected.
Just as he was about to say something, the Dementor seemed to have exhausted all its strength and fell to the floor with a thud.
At the same time, a hoarse voice echoed in Morris's mind.
"Food... I'm hungry."
Morris looked down at the lump on the ground, his lips twitching slightly.
Is this the result of undead creature transformation?
A Dementor that cries out for food?
He has no way of finding food for the other person right now.
As for feeding the other person with his own emotions...
Don't even think about it.
"Just bear with it." Morris said expressionlessly.
"Hungry... hungry..."
Dementor don't seem to be very intelligent.
For a long time afterward, Morris studied the Dementor.
He discovered that Dementor transformed by undead creatures were no longer immune to ordinary magic, and even physical attacks could damage them.
Simply put, Dementor have transformed from "non-existent" beings that transcend life and death into ordinary undead creatures.
It is no different in essence from his Skeleton Dog and Bone Dragon.
To be honest, Dementor that have lost their immortality will be much weaker.
Fortunately, its ability to absorb happy emotions and Dementor's Kiss remains.
In addition, Dementor in this state have significantly increased resistance to Patronus.
Although I'm still scared, it's much better than before.
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