The Patronus turned. It was cantering back toward Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn't a horse. It wasn't a unicorn, either. It was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above … it was coming back to him….

“No, no, it's scheduled for this afternoon,” said Fudge, looking curiously at Ron.

“Well, when it works correctly, It conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, “which is a kind of anti-Dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the Dementor.”

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