"If you are ready, we can start now!" Ivan threw the sack in his hand far away.

Listening to Ivan's words, the smile on Harry's face stopped, and instead he nodded solemnly.

Ivan stepped back a few steps, stood in an inconspicuous corner, then waved his magic wand, and the rope that bound the sack was automatically untied.

Harry looked there nervously, holding his wand in his hand, thinking about the spell he practiced last night over and over again, thinking that this time he would be able to overcome the fear in his heart.

The next moment, a chill came out of the bag.

In the closed classroom, the oil lamp flickered for a few times and then it fell silent. The black mist gradually spread, and the feeling of coldness and silence gradually came to Harry's heart.

A withered, crusted palm touched the edge of the sack, the opening gradually expanded, and a corpse in a broken cloak floated out, floating in the air.

Faintly Harry could still see the rotten head with a big hole under the cloak, and countless invisible substances were continuously being sucked into that weird mouth.

Harry held his wand high and his wrist was shaking slightly. He thought he was fully prepared, but he waited to face the dementor before he understood how terrifying this monster was...

Accompanied by a strange howl, the cloaked mummy had rushed to Harry, the strange and terrifying face close at hand, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow enveloped him.

At the critical juncture, the spells that had been practiced countless times appeared in Harry's mind, and Harry raised his hand subconsciously without any hesitation.

"Call God to guard!"

A cloud of silvery white mist burst out from the top of the wand and collided with the swooping Dementor. The two opposing forces continued to confront each other in this small space.

The silver-white mist was like a shield, protecting Harry from dementors.

But because it was the first time he used the magic of the patron saint, the defense built by the fog seemed very weak, and it was not enough to drive a dementor.

On the contrary, the power of the dementor continuously affected Harry's mind through the mist. The white mist became thinner and thinner. The dry and rotten hand even passed through the mist and reached out in front of him...

Harry tried hard to think about the happy things, but there was a cloud in his mind. He couldn't remember anything. It seemed that there was nothing to be happy about in life, only pain was left.

In a trance, Harry heard the desperate wailing in his ear again, and scenes flashed through his mind, but this time it was a man's voice...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Go! I'll hold him--"

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see a man stumbled out of the room... Another figure with a faceless face followed behind him. He was laughing wildly, a green light flashing in front of his eyes...

Harry only felt that his brain was about to explode, and the power of the Patronus Charm was also weakened to the extreme. The dementor was already close to Harry, his palm was on his neck, and the hood on his head had been taken off somehow...

Harry's vision has become blurred, his brain is groggy, and the fear of death enveloped him. Just as Harry couldn't hold on and was about to interrupt the magic, the dementor's movements suddenly stopped. ..

This terrifying decomposing creature turned his head abruptly and looked at the corner to the side. I wonder if it was an illusion that Harry actually felt a panic on the dementor...

In fact, Harry didn't make a mistake, the Dementor keenly spotted the high wand Ivan in the corner through special senses just before he started his hand.

Noting Ivan's golden hair, short head, and Gryffindor robe he was wearing, the Dementor suddenly screamed in horror.

Even Chi Chi’s “food” was thrown behind his head, he suddenly retracted the palm of Harry’s neck, and then fled in the direction opposite to Ivan with a whistle...

Harry sat limply on the ground, panting heavily, and the black monster under his blurred vision was running around in the classroom.

After flying around for a while, the dementor found that this abandoned classroom was closed, all the windows were tightly closed, and the only exit was still on Ivan's side, so the dementor simply re-entered back in a panic. In the sack that originally restrained himself.

Because there is a powerful force that can isolate the inside and outside, the dementor simply shrinks into the sack and can't come out.

"This...what the **** is this? I haven't done it yet..." Ivan was confused, he was just about to wave his wand to release the patron saint curse to save Harry, but he didn't expect to see the contemplation in a blink of an eye. Blame yourself for getting back into the sack.

Is it so conscious?

Ivan's face was very strange, until he remembered the legendary title of Enemy of the Dementors, he was somewhat comprehensive.

But am I so scary?

Ivan curled his lips, and couldn't understand the excessive behavior of those dementors. He was clearly a very kind person and not an evil wizard...

When Ivan was silently complaining in his heart, Harry, who was standing in the center, suddenly fell straight to the ground, motionless like a dead fish. Ivan would have thought he had fainted if he hadn't had his eyes wide open.

"Harry... Harry, are you okay?" Ivan walked forward quickly, helped Harry up, and asked a little worriedly.

"What happened just now? I heard someone calling my name... That person... Voldemort... The Dark Lord~lightnovelpub.net~ He used a Killing Curse on me..." Harry I haven't recovered for a while, talking nonsense about everything I saw just now.

"That's your memory, Harry!" Ivan interrupted Harry's words, then emphasized.

"The power of the dementor reminds you of the most painful memory buried in your mind..."

Speaking of this, Ivan also regretted it. It was indeed a bit inappropriate to directly use the Dementor to assist in the practice. Although Harry did not pass into a coma like the original space-time, he seemed to be more stimulated!

It took Harry a while before he came back to his senses, trying to understand that there was no Voldemort or his parents here. Those were all things in the past.

"Sorry... I just... just..." Harry wanted to explain, but he stammered and didn't know what to say, so he finally sighed, turned to look around, and said aloud Asked.

"Ivan... where is that dementor?"

"No~ it's in that bag!" Ivan pointed to the sack and replied.