"Do you know how difficult that is? Many adult Wizards can't even do it."
"Keep it up, I believe in you," Charlie leisurely flapped his wings.
"It's said that someone, in extreme anger, killed a tiger with a single slide tackle. You can do it too."
Time passed minute by minute.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took turns casting the Patronus Charm, and their Spell proficiency rapidly improved under this extreme pressure. The silver mist, initially thin and transparent, gradually became thick and solid.
But the cost was also evident.
Sweat dripped from Hermione's forehead, dampening her collar. Ron's face was pale, his lips trembling. Harry's arms ached so much he could barely lift them.
The frequency of switching became faster and faster.
From the initial five minutes, it became three, then two, and finally they could only hold on for one minute.
The Dementors sensed their weakness and became increasingly agitated. Three black shadows circled outside the silver barrier, repeatedly assailing the defense.
It was Harry's turn to rest again.
He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. His wand was in his hand, but his fingers were numb.
Ron and Hermione stood in front, each holding their wands. Silver mist poured from their wand tips, but it was clearly much weaker than before.
The Dementors suddenly charged forward.
"Ah—" Ron let out a low growl, his wand shaking violently.
"Hold on!" Hermione gritted her teeth.
Ron's face was flushed.
"Harry, are you ready? I can't hold on much longer."
Harry struggled to stand, his legs weak as if he were treading on cotton.
"Just a little longer. Don't be so quick!"
"I really can't! I can't hold on!"
Charlie's mouth twitched; why did these lines sound so strange... Suddenly, Ron leaned back and fell straight to the ground.
His wand slipped from his hand.
A gap immediately appeared in the Patronus Charm.
The three Dementors surged forward simultaneously.
The temperature plummeted.
Hermione felt as if an ice block was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe. All her happy memories rapidly vanished, leaving only pain and despair.
Suddenly, she wondered, what was the point of living?
The Patronus Charm extinguished.
Hermione fell to her knees, her wand dropping from her hand.
The three Dementors floated above her and Ron, their withered hands extending from their tattered robes, slowly approaching.
Harry saw this scene, and his mind suddenly went blank.
No. He couldn't let Hermione and Ron get hurt.
A surge of power erupted from his chest, burning through the cold like fire.
Harry abruptly raised his wand.
"Expecto Patronum!"
This time was different.
Silver mist gushed from his wand tip, no longer an invisible haze, but rapidly coalescing into an outline.
Four legs, a slender body, and branched antlers on its head.
A silver stag appeared in the air.
It lowered its head and charged towards the Dementors.
The formed Patronus's damage to the Dementors increased dramatically; the Dementors let out sharp shrieks and turned to flee.
The silver stag pursued them, forcing them to retreat step by step.
Charlie stopped in mid-air.
"Good."
He snapped his fingers, and the three Dementors were instantly sucked back into the box.
The lid closed, locking with a click.
The surrounding temperature slowly rose.
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