Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, it is indeed this spell, but it uses some small spell-casting skills."

Harry lowered his head and looked at his wand: "But Snape...the professor still has to take potions."

Harry raised his wand.

"Sorry." Harry said expressionlessly, "I didn't mean to do it."

"But you have to believe that Severus will definitely..."

"I rarely see Fawkes like this." Dumbledore was a little surprised. "He doesn't even like cockroaches."

"Like the Patronus Charm, he can use it whenever I want?" Harry said with a knot in his throat.

An elf appeared with a pop and whispered: "Principal Dumbledore, it's curfew now."

Harry replied without hesitation: "Find out about Snape and my mother."

Harry closed his eyes, intending to adjust his mentality and find the feeling of releasing the Patronus Charm.

These were all natural weather conditions. He did not feel any magic in the raindrops, snowflakes, or breeze. He only felt the magic flow from Dumbledore when the spell was released, which was not a huge flow of magic.

There was no other expression on Dumbledore's face. He turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Harry, this is an agreement between Severus and I. I can't say anything."

"Is it related to why he betrayed Voldemort?" Harry asked a not-so-sensitive question.

A stream of clear water spurted out from the tip of the wand, but it did not create such a magnificent and huge landscape as before.

Harry was stunned, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore, somewhat puzzled.

"But cockroach piles are Honeydukes' best-selling product," Dumbledore argued.

He waved his magic wand for the last time, and the overwhelming rain turned into snowflakes in an instant, falling lightly.

Dumbledore still said nothing.

Harry continued to try spells.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was clear.

"The living enemy is the greatest torture for me." Harry waved his wand, fished out a fish, turned it into a cat, and moved it in his hand.

"Everything has magic if you think about it."

"Weather spells." Dumbledore raised his wand, "a series of spells that can change the weather."

Harry sighed.

Like Dumbledore, chanting the incantation: "Call the wind!"

Wind, rain, thunder, snowflakes...

"Harry, how do you plan for the future?" Dumbledore asked.

After a while, try waving the wand and force yourself to think that you can mobilize magic.

"I'm not dead yet." Dumbledore shook his head, "I can still stop him for a few more years for you."

"Call the wind!"

"It's also related to my mother's death." Harry asked with a firm tone.

"The theory is the same." Dumbledore explained patiently, "The magic power of potions also comes from faith."

"You are better than him and have better conditions."

Harry looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Albus, are you afraid that I will become like Tom?"

Dumbledore was stunned, then fished out a fish and turned into a bird: "You are still so sharp, okay, I am indeed a little worried."

"After all, anger can destroy a person."
Chapter completed!