Archive from 1899: Woolen Socks(2)

It was my first time to see a real Patronum– by not counting the one my father had shown me, forgive me to mention it, as it was one of my rare brightly colored memories clung to my family. Different from my father, a blue eagle, Grindelwald brought a golden snidget. Fastest bird I’ve ever seen, she took Mr. Peverell’s wand off his hand, faster than “Expelliarmus” of any wizard, almost like we were watching a Quidditch…

I asked Grindelwald later how he worked his spell out and got the suggestion of “trying to think the dreadful consequences when you lose”. 
Strange, ho? Prof. Fouler instructed us however to concentrate on lifetime beautiful memories, which constitutes my doubts, what are those carrying no good memories supposed to do? Don’t they deserve a powerful protection? Either of the two ways better proves my next Patronum useful…