A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Grawp let out a deafening roar, ringing in Felix's ears.

"Whoa!" He staggered back, shaking his head. "That voice is too loud."

Hagrid stepped forward to calm him, but Grawp seemed berserk, wildly flailing his arms, clumsily attempting to break free from the ropes binding his ankles. Despite his vigorous attempts, the ropes held firm, frustrating him, and he unleashed his anger on Hagrid.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione gasped.

Grawp's fist struck Hagrid squarely in the face, catching him off guard, sending him sprawling. Grawp aimed for another attack. "Hey! Big guy!" Sirius yelled, a flash of red deflecting off Grawp's rough skin.

Grawp roared and lunged towards them. "Bang!" He tripped over the rope, the ground quaked, a nest in a tall pine tree collapsed, and Sirius swallowed hard.

Approaching, Sirius said, "Felix, if you can't control him, I'll have to use force."

"The ropes are sturdy," Felix said, suspecting Dumbledore might have enchanted them.

"Don't—" Hagrid flipped over, clutching his nose as blood trickled through his fingers. He mumbled, "Grawp, listen, they mean no harm."

Silver glinted in Felix's eyes. The air suddenly trembled violently, reminiscent of Harry's experience during the Triwizard Tournament's second task, where he witnessed the Black Lake's turbulence, warping reality.

But this shift was transient.

However, the air's ripples swiftly dissipated. He looked to Professor Hagrid, relaxing his grip on his wand subconsciously. The professor's eyes still shimmered with silver, intricate magical symbols encircling his pale blue pupils, indicating something had indeed been done.

Harry urgently scanned the area; things felt off. It was like... a slight displacement.

Grawp agilely got up, moving faster than he appeared, displaying considerable strength. He effortlessly wielded an uprooted pine tree, swinging it as though it were a twig.

He soon spotted his target.

"Hagrid" had risen, looking unharmed. He charged forward, encircling Grawp's waist, attempting to push him back. Grawp struggled, but Hagrid clung on, enraging the already furious giant—

His last vestiges of rationality vanished. His powerful arm rose high.

The onlookers blinked in sync with Grawp's action. The impact was brutal; the tree trunk landed solidly on Hagrid's head, soil flying like an explosion. Yet Grawp, consumed by rage, continued to roar, flailing wildly, causing the ground to dent around him.

"Professor! Hagrid—" Harry, disregarding the earlier oddity, was ready to charge, wand emitting a fierce glow.

"I'm here." A voice interrupted. Harry stared in astonishment as Hagrid suddenly materialized from thin air, the surroundings rippling like water. Grawp's shadow in the distance twisted strangely, making him appear even more grotesque.

Hagrid held his bleeding nose, his expression eerie, especially seeing another version of himself being battered. His injured lips twitched.

Sirius squinted, observing, "This is an illusion? Not just a standalone one but altering the environment too. If you look closely, you can still spot the flaws, air currents, sensations..." He spat, flicking his wrist. "But it's perfect for dealing with an irrational opponent."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Awesome," Ron exclaimed, amazed.

Harry wholeheartedly agreed.

Perplexed, Hermione asked, "Seems more than just a mere illusion?"

The false "Hagrid" endured Grawp's onslaught, even breaking a tree trunk. Despite Grawp pummeling the area around Hagrid, the illusionary figure remained unscathed, repeatedly halting Grawp's steps.

A regular illusion couldn't do that.

"You're right," Felix nodded. He revealed the true scenario: Grawp wasn't attacking Hagrid but a silvery, expanding shadow—"A Patronus?" Harry gasped. He'd practiced this magic during the break, making strides, but never thought a Patronus could materialize.

"I merged the powers of the Pensieve, briefly granting it substance," Felix explained.

He didn't employ Pensieve-based magic for attacks. Grawp was somewhat different from dark wizards; perhaps, a potential ally? He wasn't entirely sure but more importantly, he wanted to test his newfound ability.

He'd dragged the Pensieve into reality multiple times before. From small-scale models like the Snowflake Arcade during the Quidditch World Cup or the fortress in Diagon Alley to the hidden library behind the Pensieve's door; to compressing nearly a millennium of non-magical history into seconds during a Ministry speech, or using it to assist in locating Voldemort more swiftly...

Until that day at Ollivander's wand shop when Felix, wielding a wand intertwined with his essence and emotions, instinctively employed memory magic. The imagery from his mind appeared in reality in a more relaxed, direct manner, overlaying the existing scene.

Valen was the first casualty. During those days, it often found itself lost while wandering: from the office carpet in the Diagon Alley fortress, abruptly shifting to a labyrinth of building blocks. Initially discomforted, Valen later enthusiastically constructed a "Sniffy Castle." It had only been a few days.

Before, it was all experimentation. Today marked the first time the Pensieve overlaid the real world.

With a wave, Felix finally dispelled the Patronus. It couldn't contend with the giant's strength, at best bluffing, sufficiently "displaying" strength, misleading Grawp to halt his steps.

In Grawp's mind, the meddlesome "little dwarf" had finally been defeated. He pounded a few more times, blaming this person for bringing him to a strange place. Yesterday, a bearded beanpole had appeared, effortlessly trapping him. His limited intellect couldn't fathom the reasons; he was just bursting with anger, waking up to find the culprit poking him with a stick...

After venting, his meager intellect and reason returned, leaving him apprehensive, prompting him to cease.

The "little dwarf" wasn't bad, offering food and conversation, gazing at him with moist eyes. Grawp didn't mind that look. He also faintly sensed a familial connection, a younger brother shorter than him?

The nearby dense woods grew eerily silent, void of insect chirping or rustling leaves.

In Grawp's eyes, Hagrid lay motionless on the ground. He cautiously picked up the branch Hagrid had used to wake him, prodding the non-existent Hagrid. As Grawp grew impatient, he tugged at him, and the illusion of Hagrid vanished.

Grawp: "..."

He sat there, bewildered, unable to comprehend. Grawp, with his limited intellect, concluded that he had beaten the little dwarf to death.

"Hag... ri..." the giant growled softly.

Hagrid danced joyously. "He remembered me, remembered my name! Did you see that? It's all thanks to me." He eagerly looked at Felix. "Let me through," he demanded.

Felix hesitated. "Hagrid, it might not be safe."

"It's okay, let me through," Hagrid insisted.

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