Glory To Slytherin

Time came quietly to December.

Half the semester of this school year was about to end, and the sky suddenly cleared and turned into a bright and dazzling egg white. One morning, the muddy ground was covered with a layer of crystal hoarfrost.

There is a busy atmosphere of Christmas in the castle. Professor Flitwick decorated his classroom with colorful lights, they would become real fairies, flapping wings.

Ulysses walked out of the responsive room with a contented smile on his tired face.

A large amount of research materials, a large amount of failure experience, and information left by Salazar Slytherin, finally made some progress in Ulysses' research.

He couldn't wait to walk to the Forbidden Forest, carrying a small bottle of green potion in his pocket, and came directly to the territory of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider.

"Aragek!"

Ulysses yelled, coming here as if going back to his own home, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Oh, Ulysses?"

Aragog's cumbersome body crawled out, with doubts in his voice, "I remember this month's young spider was just given to you not long ago? Did you run out so soon?"

This is really a cruel race, once a decision is made, it will ignore the life or death of its descendants.

"There is good news."

Ulysses smiled and said, "By the way, did you find a black dog in the forbidden forest? I told you last time..."

"Yes, but it only moves outside the Forbidden Forest, and we don't bother to care about it."

Aragok said slowly, "What good news?"

Ulysses nodded, took out the potion in his pocket and shook it, "The initial research product is out, let's try it with an eight-eyed giant spider?"

"Really?"

Aragok’s voice was filled with surprise and hesitation, "Will there be any side effects?"

"Do not worry."

Ulysses shrugged, regardless of whether it could be seen or not, "Even if it fails, there will be no problem. At most, I feel very tired and weak for a few days."

"All right... Assanik, you go."

Aragek's big claw moved twice and directed a stronger eight-eyed giant spider around.

The eight-eyed giant spider named Asanike walked forward hesitantly and fell to the ground. Ulysses patted its leg, and injected the medicine that had been prepared into it through the soft joints of its joints.

As the time passed bit by bit, Assanick didn't seem to have changed his body, his breath slowly languished, and his eight legs lost strength.

"I feel... no strength." It clicked.

"All right."

Ulysses sighed, then took out a bottle of potion and handed it to his mouth, "The first attempt should have failed. Drink it and you will soon recover."

The frustration only appeared on his face for a moment, and it was quickly swept away. Naturally, he would not be arrogant to think that the initial potion would be successful. The next thing he needs to do is to re-adjust and reform the formula according to the data collected in this attempt.

It's just not now.

...

The students who stayed at school this Christmas have already reported to Professor McGonagall.

To Millie's surprise, she didn't even see Ulysses's name on the list.

"Ulysses, are you going out for Christmas? Back to France?"

In the Slytherin common room, Millie was sitting across from Ulysses and asked suspiciously.

"No. I have to go out for something."

Ulysses said with a faint smile. As the semester was on holiday, he decided to give himself a few days off to enjoy the rhythm of normal school life.

"I haven't seen you in the last day... Mysterious..."

Millie murmured, "Also, I still haven't made progress with the Patronus Curse. Isn't this curse too difficult?"

Ulysses thought for a while, got up and said:

"You come with me. Gerrard, Draco, you too."

Several people followed him in a daze.

Ulysses led them to an empty classroom. After locking the doors and windows, under their surprised eyes, he picked up a dying dementor from his robe.

And this dementor was not the same as the ones outside the school, the black cloak was gone, revealing its scrawny body.

Ulysses radiated a silver-white glow in his right hand, clutching the dementor's face and covering its mouth tightly.

"Fortunately, there are no classes after the holiday, otherwise it would be a little troublesome to find a classroom."

Ulysses muttered to himself.

On the side, Millie looked at Ulysses with complex expressions. They thought that Ulysses was just a joke about catching a dementor as a sparring partner, but they didn't expect Ulysses to be a promised person...

"Don't look at me like that."

Ulysses placed his empty left hand and said casually, "This is an advanced application of the Patronus Mantra, and I discovered it accidentally. If you can successfully release the Patronus Mantra, I can teach it together. For you guys."

"Who will come first?"

Ulysses asked. Millie and Draco looked at each other. Millie and Draco silently retreated together, and Gerrard stood in the forefront unknowingly.

"Okay, okay."

Gerrard looked left and right, a black line.

As the dementor appeared in the classroom, the originally warm classroom immediately became chilly. Gerald glanced at the dementor in Ulysses's hand and nodded hesitantly.

"Very good. Millie and Draco step back. Remember the spell, "Call God to guard."

Ulysses said, letting go of the dementor and pushing it towards Gerald.

Suddenly, the dementor, who was surrounded by the black mist, rushed over with its rotting and crusted hands.

Gerald immediately remembered what he desperately wanted to forget, the face of the witch who had a serious psychological shadow on him in the family when he was a child, and her weird sneer...

The chill kept penetrating into his skin, and the terrifying face of the dementor got closer and closer to him. Gerald felt that he couldn't concentrate at all to release the curse...happy? He feels that he will never be happy anymore...

He gasped for a few steps to retreated, and then tripped over by himself, and sat down on the cold floor, but he couldn't help moving back desperately.

"It seems we still have to slow down..."

Ulysses' voice came from behind the Dementor, and his right hand caught its neck again.

Millie and Draco were solemn, and there was no idea of ​​mocking Gerald at all. They could feel the cold and terrifying breath of the Dementor from a distance.

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen what your patron saint is, Ulysses."

Millie said suddenly, "Don't give us a demonstration?"

"Mainly because there is no chance."

Ulysses smiled, took out his wand and pointed at the dementor, and whispered, "Holy guard!"

A wisp of silver smoke flowed from the tip of the wand, and then it condensed into the shape of a crow.

However, after seeing the patron saint of Ulysses clearly, the three Millie didn't feel anything strange, but Ulysses squinted suspiciously.

Between the silver crow's eyes, there was a mysterious vertical pupil.

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