The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 223 Mimicry

Let's talk about what it's like to have a physical Boggart.

Hmm. That feels like stepping on a gelatinous fluid.How should I put it, the impact is really bad.

"I'll come, let me try too." Ron, who had been tortured by Snape, also became interested. He also imitated Melda's appearance, hiding behind Neville, and punching with fists. Confused.Of course, with the length of his arm, he can only reach his stomach.

After Ron's disturbance, all the little wizards in the classroom became eager to try.

"Okay, children." Seeing that the whole classroom was about to develop in a strange direction, Xia Ti had no choice but to speak and quickly extinguished the enthusiasm.

"Please don't disturb Neville, Melda and Ron, you two stand back."

"Okay, professor." The two troublemakers who were called their names turned around sheepishly.

Before leaving, Ron patted Neville on the shoulder deliberately.

"Neville, you go on."

"Yes, Professor!"

With this little episode, all fears seemed to be repelled. Neville took a few deep breaths, clenched the wand in his hand again, and looked up at the face he feared the most.

Recalling the previous happiness in my heart.

"Call God to protect you!!!"

A speck of golden light floated from the end of Neville's wand, followed by a light, silvery puff of smoke.

The smoke chased the light, like happy children chasing the stars.

"Not bad." Xia Ti said affirmatively, looking at the silver spray in front of Neville.

"Although it has not yet formed the level of physical protection, it is still quite good. Practice more, I believe you will be proficient in mastering this spell soon."

"Thank you, Professor," Neville said excitedly.

"You don't need to thank me, this is all your own effort, and it is trivial for me to help."

Then Neville returned to the crowd, and then the second challenger also came out.

"Ron, don't lose face." Melda said loudly in the crowd.

"Look at mine!" Ron looked confident, holding his wand, he stepped forward.

"Come closer, so that the Boggart can only see you." Xia Ti reminded softly.

Then Ron took another step forward.

But a strange scene appeared, no matter how close Ron got to the Boggart, it still kept Snape's appearance, without any change at all.

"Professor!" Ron pointed at the Boggart who was still Snape, and looked at Xia Ti.

"Harry, come here and try." Xia Ti frowned, leaning against the desk beside her, and then called Harry.

"Good professor." Harry, who was just behind Ron, also came over, and Ron got up and stood aside.

However, the Boggart remained unchanged.

Later, Xia Ti called Hermione again, but the result was the same, as if the three of them did not exist in Boggart's eyes, no matter how close they were, there would be no change.

"It seems that Boggart can't read your thoughts." Xia Ti said the answer slowly.

Then he gave his guess: "Perhaps it is because you have blessings on you."

"Is there such a good thing?" Ron said with a look of surprise.

He touched his body, as if he had discovered some important secret.

For him, the ability to protect himself from being seen by dark creatures is a good thing.

As for not being able to use boggarts to practice spells, that's nothing to worry about.

"Yes!" Xia Ti nodded, and then said to the four little ones: "It seems that you guys won't be able to participate in this practice."

"Never mind Professor!" Hermione replied politely.

"In that case, let's continue." Xia Ti glanced at Melda, and then said to the young wizards.

After the absence of the four of them in the classroom, Xia Ti let him move freely.

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the four little ones quickly came to the abandoned professor along the corridor.

"It's amazing." A new discovery kept Ron excited.

"Yes." Hermione agreed.

"But how do we practice spells?" Although Ron was very happy to discover a new skill of his own, he was not Hermione, and he hadn't mastered the Patronus spell yet. Without a Boggart, how could they Practicing spells too!
"It's not easy to practice spells." After saying that, Melda closed her eyes tightly, a faint wave of magic power blew Harry and Ron's hair like the wind, and a little black fireworks slowly spread over Melda's body. generated around.

Hey, I haven't used the skill of mimicry for a long time.

Melda couldn't help but feel dazed. This skill is useless to him at this stage. He can defeat opponents, and he can win without relying on mimicry. Still can't beat it.

Generally speaking, this skill is not used at all except in some special occasions, such as now.

"what is this?"

As the black mist grew more and more, two dementors slowly appeared beside Melda.

"Mimicry. The skill taught by Artoria. Didn't we encounter it every day last semester?" Melda said indifferently, spreading her hands.

"When did you know this magic?" Ron was surprised. In his opinion, the two dementors were too real, because he already felt that the happiness in himself was being lost, a kind of cold and The biting chill was passing along his skin to his brain.

"I, professor dearest student, learning magic is not easy, oh! By the way, the monsters produced by mimicry are basically the same as real monsters, that is to say, these two dementors will absorb your happiness Yes." Melda pulled Hermione to the side, looked at the two who were still avoiding, and reminded him kindly.

"You didn't say it earlier!" Ron quickly pulled out his wand, and shouted loudly at the dementor: "God protect the throne!!!"

"Call God to protect you!!!"

It seems that no matter how proficient they are in normal practice, when facing these dark creatures, wizards will still act as if they were using a spell for the first time.Ron was able to mispronounce the words the first time he chanted the spell.

Although the spell was read correctly the second time, the wand did not respond at all, and no smoke was produced.

"Wait! I'll adjust it." Ron shouted loudly.

And Harry on the other side was not optimistic. Although he was a little stronger than Ron and successfully summoned a cloud of platinum smoke, those were not enough to resist the invasion of dementors.

Seeing this, Melda had no choice but to wave her hand quickly, cut off the magic power, and then the two dementors turned into black smoke and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)