Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Chapter 229: Evil Joke and Attempt to Stack Armor

"No, I will continue to collect information!" Hermione said stubbornly: "Hagrid, don't lose heart!"

Harry said softly, "Hermione, I think Sainz is right."

"But this is wrong," Hermione still expressed her disapproval of the situation, "The Ministry of Magic should remain impartial!"

The little girl has not suffered the beatings of society and still has illusions about the authority of the political department. In the original trajectory, she has been insisting on encouraging Hagrid to appeal.

Sainz was not angry at the lack of trust shown by Hermione, but he just lamented that she would have internal conflicts in the future.

As a person who had been bullied since childhood, Harry immediately accepted the setting that the Ministry of Magic serves the rich.

Ron was born and raised in the wizarding world. Although he may not have a clear concept of legal affairs, he can understand the current situation because of what he has seen and heard since childhood.

Sainz said evilly: "Now that you understand the key to the problem, you know what to do now!"

Harry said, confused, "Ask Malfoy?"

Ron jumped up immediately, "Impossible! I would rather give the three-headed dog a bath than beg him! Absolutely impossible!

Harry, have you forgotten?

He pretended that his injury had not healed, and took advantage of Snape's partiality in the Potions class to make us help him cut grass roots, and he also replaced the potion you brewed!"

Ron became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his face turning red, "I would never do that!"

Harry was a little embarrassed, "Sainz, uh... there are others..."

"Harry, Harry! When did I ever tell you to go and ask Malfoy for help?"

"Uh... indeed not..." Harry scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"I know you guys don't get along with him, so how could I possibly instigate you to beg him? I mean, shouldn't you put him in a sack?"

"What do you mean?"

Oh, a truly innocent boy!

"They put a sack on his head when he wasn't paying attention, and then a few people surrounded him and beat him with sticks until he begged for mercy!"

Sainz ignored the shocked looks of the others and continued to say evilly: "Of course one time is not enough, you have to do it a few more times. Doesn't he like to pretend to be injured? The first time I broke one hand, the next time I broke both hands, and so on.

Tell him that if he doesn't drop the charges, I'll beat him up again and again until he dies! Just in time to pay for Buckbeak's life!"

"Sainth!" Hagrid said, "You are committing a crime for them!"

"Hagrid, I was just making a suggestion, I didn't do it!"

"Harry! You can't go either!" Hagrid shouted at Harry, as if he thought he would go to put on the sack any moment.

Harry protested palely: "Hagrid, I knew Sainz was joking just by listening to him!"

"Oh... so it was just a joke..." Hagrid was disappointed again.

Only Sainz himself knows how much of his words are joking.

To the trio, this was indeed just a joke, but to Sai it was an effective method.

Of course, if you really want to put a sack on someone, it’s useless to put it on little Malfoy. You should put it on old Malfoy.

If we beat old Malfoy until he becomes afraid of Mr. Sai's name, the problem will be solved naturally.

Or go a step further and play Candy Crush with everyone who is related to Malfoy, and there will never be any problems from Malfoy again.

After Sainz played an "evil joke", the trio never asked him if he had any other more reliable strategies.

Before leaving, he said to Hagrid, "Hagrid, Dumbledore is the headmaster. He has the right to ask about anything in the school. Why don't you listen to his advice?"

"Dumbledore is busy enough as it is. I don't want to..." Hagrid said hesitantly.

"Hagrid, whether he has the energy to take care of your affairs depends on his decision, but whether you ask him for help is your own problem!

What may seem like a difficult problem to you may just be a simple sentence to the principal. You won’t know unless you try it!"

"Thank you, Sainz, I understand. I will go find him if I have time."

"Okay, I won't say any more." Sainz nodded to everyone in the room, "Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

After having lunch in the Room of Requirement, Sainz requested a room specifically to separate the three torn capes and restore their shape.

He tried to change the style of the prison, from a fully enclosed eggshell to a fence-like cage.

Adjust the density of the fence until the chill of the Dementors can seep through the gaps.

"Conte, come here."

"Sir!" Conte walked over tremblingly from a distance, not daring to approach the Dementor's cage.

"Stand closer, Conte, it's okay, it can't get out."

Conti looked at the torn cloak in the cage in horror and moved forward tremblingly. She was obviously in fear, but because of the wizard's order, she overcame her fear.

"Okay, Conte, step back."

The trembling elf immediately fled back to Sainz's side, "I'm sorry, Conte, I made you suffer!"

"House elves shouldn't accept a wizard's apology. It's Conte's fault. Conte is not brave enough!"

"Okay, Conte, don't blame yourself and tell me how you felt when you were near these things."

"Oh! Conte feels like his soul is frozen. Conte will never be happy again. Conte obviously has a husband. Conte should not be unhappy!"

Sainz understood, "Thank you, Conte! You helped a lot! Go and have a rest, I need to think about some problems alone."

"Conte is so lucky that she helped Mr. Autumn." She left happily.

This simple experiment proves at least two things. First, the chillness of the Dementors may be a natural attribute that exists even when they are not "inhaling". Second, Conte has a soul.

The soul is a very mysterious thing, and so far no one has a clear understanding of it.

In the current magic world, there are many spells that can attack the soul, such as the Killing Curse and the Wailing of Mandrake...

But there seems to be no method to defend the soul!

The only thing that is even remotely related to it is Occlumency, which only protects memories and does not make the soul stronger or more armed.

The soul is both strong and fragile.

Toughness means that even if a normal injury splits a person's body in half, the soul will not be damaged;

Being fragile means that any method that can hurt the soul will make it vulnerable to all the damage, without any defense at all.

As a person who is afraid of death, Sai certainly cannot allow his soul to run naked like this.

This feeling is similar to the feeling of being weak when you first gain "superpowers". You have a variety of attack methods, but you are not covered in armor.

It's like a duel between two gunmen. Although one's shooting skills are superb, he cannot rule out the possibility of failure. In countless duels, if one is hit by mistake once, the outcome will still be death.

There is really no sense of security at all!