Chapter 34: dark creatures: a guide
'Dark creatures: a guide
To start what makes a creature 'dark'? Are they inherently evil? If so then why does the magical community allow such 'evil' creatures to exist?
So to begin with dark creatures aren't inherently evil. The greatest magizoologist, Newt scamander, describes, dark creatures, as creatures that are inherently able to perform dark arts. Most of their natural-born abilities are disgustinguishable by the simple fact that they are designed to hurt, kill and impose harm upon others.
For instance a basilisk, one of the darkest creatures known to wizards has the ability to kill a creature with nothing but eye contact. A banshees scream has the ability to, induce pain comparable to or worse than a cruciatus curse .
And these are just common examples of dark creatures. But if we go in detail..... '
Blah... Blah... Blah... I muttered in my mind as I scowled and flipped the pages vigorously. These guys are so detail oriented.
I quickly moved through pages until I reached my desired one. Acromantulas.
'acromantulas derived from the word...'
More trash. Come on. where is it? Where is it? Where is- Boom! There it is.
'Acromantulas: weaknesses.
Acromantulas, much like all dark creatures are have an aversion to any form of brightness. Spells like lumos and illusisco, which are on the weaker side of light spells, can have a mild irritating effect on them, while, powerful spells like lux caeca and mortus lumina can even cause physical damage to them. '
Interesting, very interesting.
'but light spells are, to certain extend, warning signs to their kind. In an actual fight, the most practical solution, is fire spells. They contain light, which dark creatures have an aversion to, and also contain the destructive power necessary to deal significant damage. '
Fire spells might work, but I can't afford to attract attention like last time. If I get caught one more time, even Flitwick won't be able to save me. I needed to be... Subtle.
'fire and light spells are the preferred method in dealing with acromantulas. But when dealing with dark creatures in general, there is a single spell effective against their kind.
The spell that stands in the epitome of defense against dark arts.
A spell which works from the weakest of dark creatures, a wraith, to the strongest of dark creatures, a dementor. '
No way. They can't possibly be talking about...
'expecto patronum. '
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EXPECTO PATRONUM! I had always considered that spell, as a deus ex machina spell, Rowling created, for Harry to fight dementors. Never in a thousand years have I thought that it was the most powerful light spell in HISTORY!
But suddenly I frowned. If this spell was so effective, why wasn't it the first preferred method. My eyes immediately moved to read on.
'though expecto Patronum is the most efficientspell when it comes to dark creatures, most wizards prefer, powerful fire spell. This is because of the difficulty, for a common wizard, to master this complex spell.'
Ah! NOW it made sense. If every wizard could use the patronus charm then dementors would not be much of a deal now, would it. It also gave me a new found appreciation for cannon Harry's talent. That guy had mastered it in his third year!
But if CANNON Harry could master it in his third year, then I should be able to master it as well. I smiled. Now I had a plan. With new-found vigor I suddenly turned around and looked at the immobile raven Patronus, created by the room of requirements. I commanded it:
"raven! bring me a book on the Patronus charm! "
The raven just like before disappeared in an apparational swirl leaving me alone. After a moment of silence I heard another pop causing me to turn around. Suddenly I smiled as I saw the raven patronus standing there with a book between it's claws.
I nodded at it and took the book away. The bird respectfully backed off. The book looked clean, which wasn't surprising, as people rarely had to deal with dementors. Which means it wasn't really much used which was clear from its crisp and non crinkled pages.
I flipped through it until I reached the necessary page, where the instructions to the spell were written. I read through them instantly and smirked. I raised my wand and summoned my arcane and said to myself: "aragog, I'm coming for you! "
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1 O'clock... Or maybe 2 O'clock, still room of requirements, still room of reading.
My eyes felt droopy and baggy but I forced them open. This stupid fucking spell had been eluding me for HOURS now. Now I knew it was a complex spell when I started doing it. And I knew I might fail a couple of times. So I was prepared to deal with it.
But that's not what pissed me off. No-o-o! What pissed me off was, I was getting the spell right!
I pointed my wand up and forced open my eyes to drive out the sleepiness. But I failed miserably. Drowsiness started to take ahold of me dragging me down to slumberland. Immediately I slapped myself causing my eyes to go wide open. Then I regained my bearings and shouted:"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Suddenly a mass of silver strands escaped my wand to form a shapeless cloud.
"AAAARGGHHH! ":I yelled out loud. This has been happening for GOD knows how long. The problem was the spell was working perfectly. Astutely. Flawless. And yet it lacked....power. That's right! It was incendio 2.0. Lack of emotion.
I widened my falling eyes forcefully and for the umpteenth time summoned arcane from within me. I extended my wand and shouted:"EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!"
Arcane surged from within me coalescing at my wandtip. Suddenly my went back to my first meeting of my friends. My ravenclaw group. I remembered the sense of belonging I felt with them when I met them after a decade of no connection with the wizard kind. The good times and laughs we shared. A smile bloomed on my face.
Silver strands ejected out like a hose causing me to smile. They swirled around beautifully in various patterns like fireworks and finally settled to form... A cloud!
Fuck!
I had tried everything. The happiness I felt when I first used magic! The happiness I felt when I first came to diagon alley. Heck, the happiness I felt when I roasted uncle Vernon, even. But no! It didn't work.
"WHY WON'T YOU WORK YOU STUPID, FUCKING SPELL."
I shouted to the inanimate book in front of me. The book continued to remain inanimate, causing my anger to further ignite.
I already knew that failure was to be expected, and I probably couldn't finish it on my first night. And I was prepared for it. But what DID anger me was that I faced this exact problem with my incendio spell. A number of spells required emotional fuel. And was I going to be bad at All of them.
I extended my wand again barely calming myself down and uttered:"expecto Patronum!"
The spell didn't work this time. At all. I frowned. Suddenly I realized I was angry! This required happy memories to work.
I have no idea why. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was my anger. I finally snapped.
My hand extended like a whip, my face scrunched up into a scowl and I let loose.:"EXPECTO PATRONUM! "
small wisps of the spell emerged from my wandtip even with the lack of emotional power. Then I completed lost it. I started forcing my magic out. I didn't care about anything. My eyes focused solely on the the wand tip. Magic rushed out of me like a wave bursting out. A smile slowly started forming my face as I saw the small cloud slowly bulging. I did not stop. I started drawing more and more magic forcibly squeezing every last drop out.
Suddenly my head went blank. My smile immediately dimmed. I fell down almost in slow motion to the ground my vision blackening. In the second before my head hit the ground, one of the first lessons from Flitwick came into my mind.
"extreme usage of magic can cause tiredness, nausea, nosebleeds and in some cases even blackouts."
'FUCK ' was the last thought that passed through my head before I collapsed moving to the sweet embrace of sleep.
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