HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Having finally managed to control his emotions, Lin Mo was once again lost in memories. But ever since entering the darkness, Lin Mo had put on a facade, completely losing his sense of self.

The only beauty is precious. The occasional chats and playful fights with the three Lou brothers, the battles fought alongside Tang Ziqin, and the care and concern from someone like an older brother in the abyss of inhumanity, are the last remaining havens of peace.

A young man's heart was pure, his blood stained the yellow sand, sails on the coast broke, masts snapped and oars broken.

The devastating explosion took away the people he cared about and his own life.

He suffered so much, so much so that everyone he cared about left before him, and he carried everyone's expectations and ideals as he trudged on.

He suffered so much, so much so that his life was short, lasting only a little over twenty years, and that in those twenty years, he experienced no more than a handful of moments of happiness.

When suffering surpasses pleasure, when suffering seeps into the marrow and erodes even the blood, one no longer has the right to be happy.

After a long silence, Lin Mo looked at the wand that he had already tried the spell on several times. The light on the wand gradually dimmed, and when it was brightest for the first time, he didn't think of anything.

Memories flash back to this new life: the care and meticulous protection of her elder brother, the most sincere respect for her decisions, the freedom she was given, the surprise and excitement of seeing Ziqin again, the heartwarming scene of her two brothers bickering, and the handshake with Changfeng, calling each other friends...

It seemed that everything was happy enough for Lin Mo, but not enough for the Patronus. But Lin Mo couldn't ask for more, even though all his happiness was nothing more than the commonplace experiences others had every day.

This time, the light was brighter than before, but it still couldn't form the initial shape of an animal. Lin Mo was relieved, however, that no one would leave this time, and that everyone was safe and sound this time.

Lin Mo's repeated failures finally caught the attention of Snape, who was focused on criticizing people, and he carefully observed Lin Mo's entire process.

At first, he thought he had misheard the other person's spell. But after listening twice, he found that Lin Mo's pronunciation was clear, and his pronunciation of the spell was more formal and standard than the arias sung by the two oddly shaped, stupid lions of the Weasley family.

Snape watched it many times to make sure that Lin Mo had no problems with either the spells or the way he wielded the wand, but he still couldn't succeed.

"You're not feeling well today. Go back and rest. Try again next time. Don't be discouraged." Snape looked at Lin Mo's failure once again, feeling a little puzzled, but still let him go back.

"I understand, goodbye sir." Lin Mo packed his things, said a word to Snape, and left, his back view disappearing from the cellar as if he were fleeing.

Lin Mo arrived at the Ravenclaw Observatory, where there were only a few students, all sitting quietly by themselves.

Autumn was gradually approaching, and looking at the scenery from a high place, a breeze was blowing, but it couldn't take away a trace of his sorrow. Lin Mo knew that this was difficult for him, and it was the only thing he couldn't force.

He could manage anything that was difficult, but this was something no one could achieve through effort alone. The marks of time are not so easily forgotten; they are etched into the heart, indelible scars.

The wind at high places always helps one to clear their head. Lin Mo temporarily abandoned his plan to use the Patronus Charm. In fact, the Mirror of Eris's hint was a good option. Lin Mo also knew where the mirror was, but he didn't want to.

The mirror reflected illusions, insufficient to bring him joy; it was a fantasy, the most extravagant and ethereal fantasy, capable of stirring up memories of what has passed and what can never be obtained.

One cannot immerse oneself in fantasy alone, otherwise one is no different from a walking corpse.

After calming himself down, Lin Mo decided to do something meaningful, such as learning about the interesting Animagus.

"Changfeng, do you have any way to quickly learn Animagus?" Lin Mo really didn't know how he could have kept a mandrake leaf in his mouth for so many days. To put it simply, he was just lazy.

"Yes, one pill saves all the preparation work. You just need to take the pill a month in advance, and on the full moon a month later, point the tip of your wand at your heart and chant the spell 'Amador, Animo, Animado, Animagus.'" Long Feng's casual voice echoed in my mind.

"It's that simple?" Lin Mo compared it with the normal procedure and found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Of course! Who do you think I am? I'm the most awesome!" (Changfeng poses with his hands on his hips.)

"Mmm, you're the best." Lin Mo started his usual routine of coaxing Chang Feng. It was really hard for Lin Mo not to like this childish friend.

"How many points do I need?" Lin Mo asked.

"No points required," Changfeng waved his hand, answering directly and generously.

"Then what do you want?" Lin Mo hadn't reacted yet. Although Chang Feng had often nurtured this feeling of getting something for nothing, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"I don't want anything, it's free." Changfeng acted like a rich and foolish young master. "What's wrong? You're allowed to praise me, but I'm not allowed to flatter you?"

Lin Mo did not reply. He knew what Changfeng meant; his friend was helping him to calm his emotions and was afraid that he would be sad.

"I'm fine. If I can't learn a Patronus Exorcist, I can't learn it. I still have you. Even if we really encounter a Dementor, I'm not afraid. I have Changfeng." Lin Mo smiled and coaxed a child.

I just don't know if this time they're really trying to fool Changfeng, or just fooling themselves.

"Of course, with me here, I absolutely won't let those ghostly things hurt you. If all else fails, I'll upgrade your Greatsword Without Edge. We're not afraid of the Dementors' methods." Changfeng was secretly pleased.

Changfeng's mind was filled with images of Lin Boyan and Tang Ziqin vying for Lin Mo's favor. He thought to himself smugly, "Look, look, your dear little brother loves me the most, hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"I've put the Animagus medicine in your space. If you want to use it this month, let me calculate... there are still six days until the full moon." Changfeng finally stopped his arrogant laughter and became a little more serious.

"Okay, I'll start this month. I'm really curious about what my Animagus form will be," Lin Mo said, starting to speculate in his mind.

No one can resist a cool transformation like a blind box.

"I guess it's a falcon, Xiao Mo. You like this kind of animal so much, there's a high chance it will turn into a falcon." Chang Feng guessed with great interest.

"I think so too." Lin Mo agreed with Chang Feng's point of view. In fact, he really liked the falcon the most.

"By the way, do you remember I mentioned before that I gave Bai Ze a gift?" Changfeng asked.