Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan’s corporeal Patronus leapt from the tip of his wand, a black panther, sleek and agile, bounding forward with starlight shimmering around it. Silvery-white mist radiated outward from its body, dispelling the darkness.

As parts of the evil god, those scabbed, fleshy tubes seemed to fear the Patronus.

They shrank back, trying to avoid the advancing silver light and retreat into the darkness behind, but their movement was sluggish. With one end connected to the rock wall above, they could only sway violently back and forth, the parts closest to Evan quivering the most violently.

‘What an ugly creature!’

The silvery light mist dispelled the deep darkness. Looking at the rows of tentacles that were shaking constantly under the light, Evan had such a thought in his mind.

These translucent, scab-covered fleshy tubes were creations of the evil god below. In essence, they were similar to Dementors. Though different in appearance, they were of the same nature and origin, created by the same evil god, with roughly the same structure and purpose — to harvest happy emotions.

In other words, they were among the darkest and dirtiest creatures in the world.

The Patronus Charm was their natural nemesis. Even a non-corporeal Patronus mist could repel Dementors, keeping them at bay. A corporeal Patronus could drive them off. A powerful Patronus could destroy them completely.

Evan’s Patronus was of the strongest kind, far beyond an ordinary wizard’s corporeal Patronus, empowered by his magic and capable of utterly annihilating the vile tubes before him.

It could be seen that the tube closest to Evan, which had just sucked away the happy memory between him and Hermione, began to crack and decompose after being gently touched by the Patronus.

Just like a Dementor being destroyed, the decomposing tube eventually turned into a puff of black smoke.

In the end, the black smoke dissolved into the sea water and vanished without a trace.

After the tube disintegrated, a milky-white liquid, still not yet transported away, floated in the deep sea. It did not mix with the seawater. Instead, buoyed by the water, it neither sank nor rose, merely hovering in place.

But soon, under an inexplicable attraction, it converged to Evan’s Patronus.

There was no rejection, the two merged, and Evan felt his Patronus grow a little stronger.

The power of the Patronus came from the positive emotions of the caster, which could be happy memories, protective thoughts, or other positive emotions, but no matter what, the Patronus and the milky white liquid sucked away by the evil god were of the same nature and origin.

Dumbledore had once said that this milky-white liquid was a form of energy, refined from joyful emotions by the evil god. If it could restore the god’s strength, it could certainly empower a Patronus as well.

Seeing his Patronus merge with the happy emotions that had just been sucked away, and feeling that the Patronus became stronger, Evan did not hesitate and controlled the black panther to rush towards the rows of tentacles.

As expected, after colliding with his Patronus, the rotten meat and skin tubes immediately disintegrated and vanished. Without the wrapping, the milky white liquids inside no longer flowed downward. They floated in front of his eyes like fireflies, flashing a faint light, and like the Milky Way in the bright night sky.

The milky white liquids were in varying amounts and volumes. Attracted by an inexplicable force, they gathered towards Evan’s Patronus.

One, two, three…

These condensed bundles of emotional energy floated toward the black panther and struck its body. The panther’s form seemed to become fluid, rippling with waves of energy at each impact.

It stretched out its front paws and extended its body as if feeling restrained.

If a Patronus were capable of thoughts or emotions, it might very well be experiencing that sensation right now.

Of course, Patronuses were not truly sentient.

They were lifeless, merely a manifestation of magic in physical form.

But for some reason Evan could not explain, this was the first time he had ever seen a Patronus act in this way.

Every corporeal Patronus he had seen before had been made of silvery mist, like an animated puppet. No matter how lifelike their forms, they never made independent movements.

They could only fly to a certain place under the control of the caster…

This did not seem to be absolute. Evan immediately recalled that Dumbledore could use his Patronus to convey messages. It was said that his Patronus even possessed rudimentary thought.

He did not know how Dumbledore had achieved that, and now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. He could only watch in speechless astonishment as his Patronus continued to grow stronger.

The pure, positive energy in front of him came from the happy emotions of the prisoners in Azkaban and the guards of the Ministry of Magic above, as well as from other places where Dementors had collected happiness. The specific number of people involved might be thousands, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. These were all their happy emotions taken away by the evil god.

Now, with Evan’s actions, they were surging into his Patronus.

Evan could now clearly feel that his Patronus was rapidly getting stronger. What had once been a petite panther was now expanding in size, its glowing mist becoming ever denser.

As far as the eye could see, Evan now beheld countless semi-transparent tubes, thrashing wildly before him like tentacles. They were anchored to the rock wall above, growing thicker the farther down they went. In some places, dozens or even hundreds merged together, forming massive conduits — an unsettling, shocking sight to behold.

These tangled, root-like conduits appeared immensely powerful, but now Evan’s Patronus didn’t even need to touch them. Under the illumination of its light fog, they quickly dissipated.

Wherever the light reached, everything was reduced to dust.

The milky-white liquids within the conduits were drawn to the Patronus, merging with it and becoming part of its power. At this point, Evan no longer even needed to direct it. The Patronus had begun absorbing the scattered positive energies on its own, meticulously and methodically.

In fact, even if Evan wanted to stop now, he couldn’t.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, the black panther before him had already surpassed the level of power he was actually capable of summoning.

The strength of a Patronus came from both the magic power of the caster and the size of positive emotions such as happiness, will, and faith, and depended on the combined value of the two. Generally speaking, the black panther summoned by Evan before was already quite powerful, far exceeding that of ordinary wizards.

The spell itself was extremely difficult, and the difference in strength between Patronuses was usually minimal.

That was because the limiting factor wasn’t magical ability, but the nature of the joyful emotions that made up the core of a Patronus. And on that front, people were mostly the same. It was nearly impossible to objectively say whose memories were happier or more positive. It was not something that could be measured or compared.

But now… Evan’s Patronus — or rather, the being now before him — Evan could no longer even find words to describe it!

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