HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Hermalena's concerns, worries, silence and cautiousness were all caused by those long years. Snape could only help her return to the way she should be little by little.

This will be a long process. What they need is time, and what they seem to lack most right now is time.

They must master every step before reaching a known outcome.

Snape placed his large hand on the back of Reina's head. He frowned, staring at the white hair, and finally let go of his inner anxiety.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you because we had an argument that night. I couldn't have said it to you suddenly no matter what the timing was. But at the moment, it hasn't affected my body."

"I think I know why."

Bane raised his head and looked at the sky like Ronan before him. They seemed to be observing the starry sky through the clouds.

"So why?" Lena whispered, wanting him to continue.

"Because you're afraid of failure. The Patronus Charm comes from ancient history. Few wizards can learn it today. It's not wizards who learn magic, but nature that chooses wizards. This is a contract between nature and wizards. By establishing a connection with natural things, they can help you resist evil. And this connection is not only based on magic, but also on your heart."

What surprised Hermalena was that she was even prepared to understand the words. After all, the centaurs could never live without the stars, but Bain's words had nothing to do with the stars at all.

"You've lost your way. Those whose hearts are clouded cannot use the Patronus Charm. If you yourself can't break through the fog, the guardian beast contracted with you won't be able to break through either."

Bane stood up, took off an ordinary stone from his neck, and looked at it deeply.

"I can certainly help you with this, but whether you can succeed or not is entirely up to you. After all, the Patronus Charm is also very important to you wizards, right?"

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The Christmas carnival only lasted for one night after all. After dawn, everyone's mood calmed down. The encounters that happened at the party rarely lasted until later, and the nights that followed were rarely as lively as they were now.

It was as if it was a dream, some people expressed their true feelings, some spoke out, and some had conflicts.

In short, Harry only focused on his events.

But these days, he ran into a female hooligan.

It's Rita Skeeter.

The incident with Arthur is gradually coming to an end. If the Ministry of Magic’s public relations team cannot cool down the heat after such a long time, it can really be disbanded.

Of course, there was also the armed threat from our Deputy Minister Umbridge. Rita connected the previous and the next part with an article titled "The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts Working Together", and then turned to Hogwarts where the Triwizard Tournament was being held.

Now she seems to be able to quickly grasp the topics that make public opinion heated up.

"The savior Harry Potter is dragged into the deadly Triwizard Tournament. Is it a conspiracy by the Ministry of Magic, the hand of the Death Eaters, or is it Dumbledore's inaction? Stay tuned!"

The interviews under this topic were about the views of students from two other schools on this phenomenon.

It's obviously not something pleasant to hear.

Especially after the first game, because of Green's words, many people questioned the validity of the results of that game.

So, poor Harry was not only troubled by the golden egg that he couldn't open, but also had to endure the strange looks from people around him, and had to deal with this woman who appeared inexplicably.

"Mr. Harry Potter, do you admit that you were forced to participate in this competition? Do you think Dumbledore neglected his duties as the headmaster? What do you think of Hogwarts employing a half-blood giant as a professor? I heard that he kept very dangerous magical creatures in captivity, and those creatures even hurt people."

"I'm sorry, I refuse to answer any of your questions. Please move aside."

Harry tried his best to suppress his anger; he was almost going crazy.

"You refuse to answer because Hogwarts has put any pressure on you? Does Hogwarts suppress students?"

"I told you to get out of the way, please get out of the way!"

Harry roared angrily, pushed Rita away and left quickly.

Rita pushed up her glasses and squinted.

"Remember this: the young Savior couldn't handle the pressure of Hogwarts and developed mental problems. It's difficult for him to answer any questions from reporters normally."

The pen floating next to her listened carefully to her until she finished speaking, even nodded, and then quickly wrote it down on the paper.

"This stone is really ugly."

"Is that why you didn't bring the necklace I gave you for Christmas?"

“A strange aesthetic…”

Just then, Rita spotted a few more Slytherin girls coming out of the castle, and she went straight up to them.

"Excuse me, kids, I'm—"

"Oh, I know you, Rita Skeeter, the reporter from the Daily Prophet."

Millicent was not surprised at all; she watched the woman approach.

"Yes, I would like to ask you a few questions about the competition, and of course about Hogwarts."

Looking at these students whose temperaments were obviously different from other students, Rita spoke inexplicably in a vacant tone.

"Can I ask what your names are?"

"Of course, I'm from Pa..."

"Sorry, we don't have time. Please find someone else."

Reina grabbed Pansy, who was stroking her hair and preparing to answer the question, smiled politely, and was about to leave.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, kids. I don't think you have anything important to do. It will only take a few minutes."

Rita was relentless, and only the girl with silver hair was unwilling. The probability of others succeeding was still very high.

"We are indeed in a hurry and do not want to be interviewed."

"Uh...yes, find someone else."

Daphne reacted quickly and caught up with the formation.

"School hasn't started yet, kids. There's no need to rush. Just a few small questions will do."

Rita's eyes shone with intelligence; she was very good at dealing with such interviewees.

"Why don't you leave?"

"What happened?"

Behind the girls, a group of boys came forward. As soon as their tall bodies came close, they surrounded the girls, and slowly even Rita was surrounded.

Everyone was wearing casual clothes, and each one was adorned with gold and silver jewelry, looking bright and beautiful, showing their elegance and luxury.

"Why are the girls still being bothered by strange people?"

Brace smoothed the furs around his neck and twirled the new ring on his thumb.