Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Quirrell's office had just been blessed with a silencing spell, and this extremely wild roar failed to cause panic.

The snake seemed to be able to continue to grow bigger under the power of Jody's magic power.

"Jordi! Control your magic power, what you have to do is to maintain it!" Quirrell, who escaped from the nightmare, loudly reminded Jodi to take further action. After summoning a nightmare of that level, the purity of this kid's soul must have improved again.

A grade.

If he can't control it, he can be very dangerous.

Of course Jody understood this, and he also didn't break through for a crazy suicide plan.

Jody clutched his wand tightly with both hands and hugged it to his chest, frightening the Patronus with the rapid throttling of magic.

The huge snake head was rushing through the house, and the strong wind it brought hit everything in the house into a mess.

But the originally clear scales on the giant snake that were visible to the naked eye were quickly fading, and the snake's head was rapidly shrinking as it circled.

In just a moment of turning around, only the arm-thick guardian angel was left hovering over Jodi, with his big head resting on Jodi's shoulder and happily voicing the message.

Quirrell's wand has been pinched and ready to rescue Jody at any time. The full concentration of magic control required is not something that a child can easily achieve.

But Jody did it.

After all, he is not a simple child.

"You succeeded? You actually succeeded?" Quirrell looked in disbelief.

Jodi couldn't stand it anymore, "Damn it, don't just look at it. What's next? Do I have to keep it up?"

"No, no, no, I have a way. I've thought of it a long time ago...but I have to look for it!" As he said this, Quirrell hurriedly looked at his messy office.

"Flying spell, use flying spell." Jodi was a little annoyed when he saw Quirrell spinning around like a headless fly.

"Mobiliarbus!" A small box flew out from under the collapsed table, "Give me your Shimengyu!"

Jody turned around and showed his pants pocket and motioned for the other person to get it.

"The Patron Saint Curse is a shamanic spell. A long time ago, there was a tribe of wizards who kept evil spirits in captivity as patron saints. They would use some evil sacrificial activities to feed a totem, and then use it in battle."

After taking out the jade stone, Quirrell used his wand to take a pinch of blood from Jody's body.

"After the decline of tribal culture, the mysteries mastered by tribes were exploited and utilized. Among them, people discovered that the patron saint spell itself was not without its merits, but the users were too greedy for power. People limited the power of sacrifices to positive emotions.

Using the Patronus Charm to sanctify this part of the memory, this is the Patronus Charm.”

The blood was injected into the jade, and a set of carving tools floated out from the small box. At the same time, some powders that had been prepared long ago floated out together with some auxiliary tools.

The fine stone powder fell and a blood line appeared inside the jade.

"Hold on, kid. Hold on!" Quirrell comforted while controlling the aura that attracted and divided Jodi's patron saint to mix into the totem being made. "As a foreign spell, there are very few students who would bother to study the patron saint spell.

Shamanic spells all take time to develop before they become powerful."

"Many people don't know that the patron saint can use a totem as a carrier and wear it all the time." It was observed that the veins composed of blood inside the jade completely penetrated the jade, and then the chaotic black and white in the dream jade was cleared away, and even the previous

The flaws disappeared together, and along with the blood-colored veins, they were covered up by pure white.

"It's done! Hold it and guide your patronus inside!" Quirrell watched Jodi's patronus swimming in the air and getting closer to the totem in his hand, "Published!"

The huge snake disappeared without a sound.

Jody pressed his forehead, the mental shackles were finally removed, and he almost burst into tears as he felt like he was reborn.

"The incarnation of Animagus is usually related to the patron saint. Generally, wizards who want to learn Animagus first use the patron saint spell to calculate which animal they practice most closely with, and then start

ceremony."

Is it really a snake? Quirrell lamented the wonder of magic while educating Jody on his illiteracy.

"You must know that Animagus cannot turn into magical animals. There is a gap in magic power between wizards and magical creatures. If the patron saint is not right, the wizard will even have to find a way to change the form of his patron saint. So your former Ani

Magus practice..."

"That's too reckless." Jody continued and gave him a look, "How many more times do you have to say it?"

"Well, in short, the practice of Animagus is very dangerous, which is why all Animagus must be registered before they can practice." Quirrell said that he also felt a little sensitive after he said it.

The topic was, "I'm not advising you to register. The less those idiots at the Ministry of Magic know, the better."

Quirrell picked up the old camera on the ground, looked around distressedly, and then cast the restoration spell.

Under the influence of the spell, everything in the house quickly returned to its original state.

No matter how many times I watch it, it is good news for obsessive-compulsive disorder. While enjoying it, Jody suddenly thought of a question, "What is your patron saint like?"

When Quirrell heard this, he showed a mysterious smile, "Expe!"

As the spell sounded, white light spurted out from the tip of his wand and transformed into a strong owl.

Jodi naturally thought of the Animagus, but Quirrell himself got there first.

"Don't persuade me to practice Animagus. I am a teacher after all. I cannot take the lead in breaking the rules."

Isn’t this just pretending to be a wolf with a big tail? Jodi’s teasing look was unabashed.

"Ha, okay~ I have to wait for the things at hand to be finished first. You have to help me when I practice." Quirrell set up a small flag, not forgetting to joke about Jodi, "In this regard

You are my senior."

"Of course." Jodi agreed immediately, but mentally he was thinking: 'Of course it's your senior'.

……………………

"Saiya is sour, Sai is so hiss~" Under the influence of Parseltongue, the Marauder's Map turned on its hidden function. The huge magic circle of the Seventh Gate of Divine Heritage was outlined in ink and appeared in their eyes.

At this time, the two of them had moved to the Shrieking Shack. Since they wanted to use Jodi's secret props, Quirrell had to consider concealment.

The Marauder's Map, which looks like a cheating backdoor, is definitely the work of a genius, but it has to be said that James Poe, who forcibly decoded the magic of the Age of Gods on the Marauder's Map and achieved great results, was able to rewrite the spells and create the Marauder's Map.

The special foursome are also top-notch geeks.

Also, if they don't have any skills, how can they have the confidence to deal with the Half-Blood Prince?

In order to facilitate research, the Screaming Shack was tidied up at this time, and the newly hung wooden boards on the walls were covered with memo notes here and there.

Quirrell had already entered a research state, and Jody swam to the side and picked up his wand to transform himself.

This is actually not easy, after all... snakes don't have claws.

It's great that the totem pole that houses the patron saint can be stored in the Animagus transformation. However, if he wants to save the wand, Jodi must first study the Animagus transformation without spells, which is undoubtedly difficult.

A little on the high side.

Without disturbing Quirrell, Jody sat and observed the Marauder's Map.

And gradually get back the magic power from the patron saint.

The mind gradually enters the load state until it is overclocked, but it is not enough.

After overcoming the fear of death, Jody regained enough magical power to take him one step further.

"Jody! Jody!!!" Quirrell's voice seemed to come from a very far away place.

Jody was blown away by Quirrell's magic, which broke his sight of being trapped in the seven-layered door.

Climbing up in embarrassment, Jodi touched the moisture under his nose, and his hands were bright red.

"God's Seven Doors, you really don't give yourself a break?" Quirrell was a little helpless, "I didn't say that you can intervene in the research here after learning the Patronus Charm! I have no choice but to let you know the details...

I have to find something else to do for you! A guy like you can’t leave you idle.”

Jody felt pain all over his body at this time, "You said there will be a respected old man to help you interpret the magic circle? Who is more authoritative than the teachers in our school?"

"That's too much, although Professor McGonagall and the others are indeed respectable." Quirrell took the opportunity to put down his work and take a breather, "That one is a legend among legends... It's just his age.

It's a bit too much. He needs to use a very complicated way to get to Hogwarts. Before that, I could only rely on owls to ask him for advice.

Young people may rarely hear about him, the master of alchemy!

Nick Flamel!”

Jody looked confused, "Didn't he come to Hogwarts a long time ago? On the day you repaired the seven doors?"

"That day was just a projection...eh? How did you know?"