Chapter 145 - Guest Speaker Ⅱ (1/2)
A shaggy-haired witch with large wire-rimmed spectacles raises her hand. Pointing at her, Lyall motions at her to speak. ”Dorothy Cabot, sir,” the shaggy-haired witch proudly said. ”And as to your question sir, it would frankly be impossible. As the required magic for such a feat would be enormous. We are not discussing ten or twenty witch or wizards; we are discussing some of the most powerful witches and wizards combining their energy in an effort to form something that does not exist.
Even if they were to be successful, the very nature of each individual has a different idea on the final product which would impact the creation of said apparition and produce something rather different. But most importantly of all, there is no guarantee that the apparition would remain in existence for very long without draining the collection of witches and wizards of their entire magic and very lifeforce.”
”Thank you, Miss Cabot, that is correct,” Lyall said earning a pleased expression from the shaggy witch directed over at Pandora. Pandora merely ignored the triumphant witch as she kept her eyes solely focused ahead.
”I must say, Professor Kettleburn, you have a bright batch here,” Lyall admitted earning smiles all around including that from Kettleburn. ”Now, then, if reach the point of our topic. If apparitions are born out of belief, then what still keeps them alive? Why have they not gone out of existence so to speak? Any idea?”
After a moment, a dark-eyed, slightly tanned youth raises his hand. ”Yes, young man?”
”Vasco Vespucci,” said the light-haired boy with dark eyes. ”It must be a pool of energy that or source if you will that keeps it alive. Take for example our own poltergeist, Peeves. It is a school full of children full of mischief and by our very nature, we are. Therefore, our combined energetic playful thoughts brought forth the creation known as Peeves. But each subsequent generation has kept him alive and going. I can only imagine that if children one day ceased to attend Hogwarts, Peeves would simply fade from existence, or be forced to move to new grounds which would provide that same source of energy.”
”Exactly, Mr. Vespucci,” Lyall said rather delighted.
”But that does not explain the existence of dementors,” Rowan interjected. The entire room grows silent as they wait to see whether Lyall Lupin is insulted or not.
Lyall frowns as he stares at the tall, slender, dark-haired girl. ”And you would be, Miss-?”
”Rowan Prince, sir,” Rowan firmly replied.
Lyall blinks in startled recognition of the name from his son's Remus letters. Apparently, this girl was one of his son's good friends. Although the image he had in mind certainly did not match the cold-faced girl before him. ”Yes, it does not as we believe that Dementors are a product of dark magic,” Lyall finally said.
”But that does not explain how they reproduce nor their need to feed on the joy of others,” Rowan stubbornly countered.
”No, it does not, but we are not here to discuss the unique existence of Dementor's,” Lyall gently chided. ”Now, if we would return to the subject on hand. How can we continue to coexist with Poltergeists ensuring that troublesome ones aren't created? Well, allow me to explain-.”
The rest of the lecture goes by rather quickly full of questions and rapt students. In the end, Kettleburn is forced to end the lecture to the dismay of most of the class. ”Now then, please thank, Lyall Lupin for spending his time most graciously with us.”
”Thank you, sir!” The class said, before clapping once more in thanks and grabbing their things. At the door, Lyall shakes the hands of each student, before sending the excitedly chattering students on their way.
The second to last student was Rowan and just as she extended her hand, Lyall said, ”A word after this, Miss Prince.”
Puzzled, Rowan withdrew her hand as Pandora shoot her a worried glance, but Rowan shook her head and gestured to the blond girl to go on. Pandora shoots Lyall Lupin a firm glare, before rushing out of the classroom. Seeing Pandora gone, Rowan raises an eyebrow even more as Lyall says to Kettleburn, ”Can I have a private word with her? You can wait outside the door.” Professor Kettleburn reluctantly agreed as he closed the door behind him and stood guard outside of the classroom.
”Sir?” Rowan warily said as she carefully eyed, Remus Lupin's father.
”Sorry, about that,” Lyall sheepishly apologized. ”I didn't mean to cause you any worry, I just wanted to thank you for being friends with my son, Remus.”
Rowan's face softens as she says, ”He's a good one.”
”I must admit, I did picture you looking rather differently,” Lyall chuckled.
”How so?” Rowan tilted her head back in puzzlement. ”I am in Slytherin, I would have thought you'd have a cold impression of me, sir.”
”Slytherin?” Lyall blinked in surprise clearly not having expected that.
”Is that a problem, sir?” Rowan carefully asked as she eyed his troubled expression.
”It's just a surprise that is all,” Lyall admitted. ”But I'm told you have a twin brother as well and that he is friends with Remus's other three friends in Gryffindor, Sirius, James, and Peter.”