The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

But the girls watched it with gusto. For those who didn't understand, the scene of the time tunnel was really strange and spectacular. They were very surprised why Ye Ting was afraid of this.

Ye Ting changed his thoughts a bit, and the Bogut in front of him immediately changed. This time, a dementor appeared.

The candle in Bing Bing's room flickered and then went out. The chill spread in the air. The dementor wearing a black turban stretched out a gleaming, gray, thin, and scabbed hand toward Ye Ting.

The girls screamed, and Zhang Qiu immediately hid behind Hermione.

"What's going on? Why has it changed again?" Hermione asked strangely.

"It's bewildered," Penello explained. Her former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher mentioned this to her. "Only the masters of Occlumency can do this. They can control Bogut at their will. The information read in his brain is really amazing."

Bogut became a dementor and rushed towards Ye Ting, and the cold frost began to spread in the room. Ye Ting finally pulled out the magic wand and pointed it lightly, and the dementor immediately shrank into a ball as if tied by an invisible rope.

Then, he was stuffed into the closet by Ye Ting. Just listening to the sound of "Kang!", the closet door was closed.

"That's it." He turned around and smiled slightly. "You all know the spell. It's ‘Guardian Guardian’. Then, who wants to come first?"

"Why do we have to use a dementor to practice the patron saint spell?" Zhang Qiu weakly objected, "even if there is no dementor, we can still practice the spell, can't we?"

"No! With or without a dementor, the difficulty of summoning the patron saint is two different things." Ye Ting pointed out very seriously, "whether the patron saint can be successfully summoned is actually directly related to the mental state of the caster at the time. If you are in a low mood, using this kind of spell will become extremely difficult. The difficulty of casting a patron saint spell in the classroom is completely different from directly facing the dementor."

"Okay, then, who wants to give it a try first?"

"I'm coming!" Hermione stepped forward first.

"Very well, chant a spell with me first," Ye Ting cleared his throat, "calling God to protect him."

"Holy guard," Hermione repeated in a low voice, "Holy guard."

"Try to remember only your happy events!"

"Oh, yes." Hermione said, quickly forcing herself to think about the moment she received the admission letter from Hogwarts.

"Call God, no, guard, I'm sorry, call God to guard, call God to guard."

The end of her wand suddenly spewed something quickly, which looked like a plume of silver gas.

"Did you see that?" Hermione said excitedly. "Something's moving."

"Very good," Ye Ting said with a smile, "then, then try that dementor, are you ready?"

"Okay," Hermione said, and she held her wand tightly and walked slowly to the closet door.

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Ye Ting snapped his fingers lightly, and the wardrobe door opened.

A dementor slowly floated out of the closet.

Its turbaned face faced Hermione, and a rotten hand grabbed its cloak. The lights around the Bing Bing House flickered and went out. It came out of the closet and started walking towards Hermione quickly and silently, taking a deep breath. A burst of bone-to-body cold hit her...

"Holy guard!" Hermione yelled, "Holy guard! Call **** guard..."

The Bing Room and the image of the Dementor are disappearing, endless memories begin to reverberate in Hermione’s mind, the sound of the wind in the ear when the flying broomstick falls, the terrible roar of the giant monster, the hissing and crawling of the basilisk The sound of the friction between the scales and the floor lingered in her mind...

"Hermione!" Hermione returned to reality. She found herself sitting on the floor, and the light in the responsive room was on again. She doesn't need to ask what happened just now.

"Sorry." She whispered and sat up, feeling tears about to flow from her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Ye Ting stepped forward, caring.

Suddenly, Hermione stood up and rushed into his arms, tears streaming down, Ye Ting had to hug her gently, stroke her hair, and comfort her over and over again.

Penello and Zhang Qiu also stepped forward to help Ye Ting persuade Hermione.

After a while, Hermione finally stopped crying.

"Eat," Ye Ting handed her a chocolate frog. "You can rest for a while, and we will try again later. I didn't expect you to do it the first time. To be honest, if you succeed, I will feel surprised."

"It's terrible," Hermione whispered, biting the frog's head off, "I saw myself falling down on the broom, the troll, and the basilisk."

Ye Ting's expression was ugly, he could only say over and over again, "Everything is over, isn't it? They are nothing terrible, everything is over."

"I want to try again." Hermione whispered after eating the chocolate frog.

"Hermione, if you don't want to continue, I will understand..."

"I want to continue!" Hermione exclaimed, "I have to do this! I can't always be overwhelmed by these fears! Otherwise, I won't be able to catch up with you again."

Oh, it deserves to be "Miss Know-it-all".

Not only smart, but also strong, not to admit defeat.

She is indeed a girl with a strong heart.

"Well then," Ye Ting said, patted Hermione on the back, "you may choose another kind of memory, happy memory, I mean, change it, and then think about it. , Your memory just now seems not strong enough!"

"I understand." Hermione nodded.

"Are you ready?" Ye Ting asked. He let go of Hermione and walked aside.

"Ready." Hermione said, trying to fill her mind with herself. She was praised by the teacher in class and got a perfect score in the exam...

"Start!" Ye Ting said, opening the closet.

The responsive house suddenly became cold and dark again. The dementor slid forward, groaning and inhaling, and a rotten hand stretched out towards Hermione...

"Holy guard!" Hermione yelled, "Holy guard! Go **** guard..."

The nasty memories made her sanity lost again, she fell from a high altitude in despair, faced the giant monster alone, was chased by the basilisk...

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up..." Ye Ting shook her shoulder. This time Hermione realized why she was lying in Ye Ting's arms after a minute.

"I feel sad." Ye Ting said apologetically, "Listen, Hermione, maybe we should stop here today. This kind of curse is too deep, I shouldn't have promised you to learn this so early... "

"No!" Hermione said. She stood up again. "I want to try again. The things I think are not happy enough, that's why it's like this. I have to stick to it!"

She searched for dry intestines again. Really happy memories, she can turn them into memories of a good and powerful patron saint. There are countless happiness brought by her success flashed in her mind, but these memories are no different from the memories just now.

Real happiness, real happiness... If you experience real despair and pain, isn't the opposite of these experiences real happiness?

She suddenly thought of the dangers she faced. After these crises, what happened to her in the end? Why can I survive these dangers?

She glanced at Ye Ting next to him, he was looking at her with concern.

Yes, it is that person who allows me to be able to save myself every time I am in danger. What could be closer to true happiness than this?

The corner of her mouth couldn't help showing a knowing smile, and that beautiful smile almost made Ye Ting stare blankly.