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However, the girls watched with interest. For those who didn't know it, the sight of the time-space tunnel was indeed bizarre and spectacular. They wondered why Ye Ting was afraid of this.

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

The candle in the Room of Requirement flickered for a moment, then went out, the chill spread in the air, and the black hooded Dementor held out a shimmering, gray, thin, scabbed hand towards Ye Ting.

The girls let out a scream, and Zhang Qiu immediately hid behind Hermione.

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

"It's befuddled," explained Penello, who her former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher had mentioned to her, "only a master of Occlumency can do this, they can control Boggart at their will. The information read in the brain is really amazing."

Boggart turned into a dementor and rushed towards Ye Ting, and the icy frost began to spread in the room. Ye Ting finally pulled out his wand and pointed at it lightly. The dementor immediately shrank into a ball as if bound by an invisible rope.

Then, he was stuffed into the closet by Ye Ting. With a "bang!" sound, the wardrobe door was closed.

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

"Why do you have to use a dementor to practice the Patronus spell?" Zhang Qiu weakly objected, "Even if there is no dementor, we can still practice the spell, right?"

"No! With or without Dementors, the difficulty of summoning the Patronus is two different things." Ye Ting pointed out very seriously, "Whether the Patronus can be successfully summoned is actually directly related to the mental state of the caster at that time. It's especially difficult to use this spell when you're in a low mood. The difficulty of casting a Patronus in a classroom is not the same as facing a dementor directly."

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

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

"Very good, recite the spell with me first," Ye Ting cleared his throat, "Call God Guard."

"God Guard," Hermione repeated in a low voice, "God Guard."

"Make an effort to remember only your happy events!"

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

"Call God, no, guard, sorry, call God guard, call God guard."

The end of her wand suddenly and quickly spewed something that looked like a wisp of silvery gas.

"See that?" Hermione said excitedly. "There's movement."

"Very good," Ye Ting said with a smile, "Then, let's try that Dementor, are you ready?"

"Okay," said Hermione, clutching her wand tightly and walking slowly to the closet door.

Chapter 0126 Hermione's Patronus Spell

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

A dementor slowly floated out of the closet.

Its hooded face turned towards Hermione, a rotting hand gripping its cloak. The lights around the Room of Requirement flickered and went out. It came out of the closet and started walking towards Hermione quickly and silently, taking a deep breath. A bone-chilling cold hit her...

"God Guard!" Hermione yelled, "God Guard! Call God Guard..."

The image of the House of Requirement and the Dementor was disappearing, and endless memories began to echo in Hermione's mind, the wind in her ears as the broomstick fell, the terrifying roar of the troll, the hissing and crawling of the basilisk. The sound of the scales rubbing against the floor lingered in her mind...

"Hermione!" Hermione came back to reality. She found herself sitting on the floor and the lights in the room of Requirement were on again. She doesn't have to ask what just happened.

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

"Are you all right?" Ye Ting stepped forward and asked with concern.

Suddenly, Hermione stood up and threw herself into his arms, with tears streaming down her cheeks, Ye Ting had no choice but to hug her gently, stroke her hair, and comfort her again and again.

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

After a while, Hermione finally stopped crying.

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

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

Ye Ting's face was ugly, he could only say over and over again, "Everything is over, isn't it? They have nothing to fear, everything is over."

"I'm going to try again." Hermione whispered after eating the Chocolate Frog.

"Hermione, if you don't want to continue, I'll understand very well..."

"I'm going!" Hermione exclaimed. "I have to! I can't be overwhelmed by these fears all the time! Otherwise, I'll never be able to catch up to you again."

Oh, worthy of being "Miss Knowing Everything".

Not only smart, but also strong and unyielding.

she is indeed

A girl with a strong heart.

"Okay then," Ye Ting said, patting Hermione on the back, "You may have to choose another kind of memory, a happy memory, I mean, another kind, and think about it wholeheartedly. , your memories just now don't seem strong enough!"

"I see." Hermione nodded.

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

"Ready," said Hermione, trying to fill her mind with praise from her teacher in class and getting a perfect score in the exam...

"Start!" Ye Ting said, and opened the closet.

The Room of Requirement suddenly turned cold and dark again. The Dementor slid forward, gasping for breath, a rancid hand reaching out to Hermione...

"God guard!" Hermione shouted, "God guard! Call god guard..."

The nasty memories made her lose her sanity again, falling from a height of despair, facing trolls alone, being chased by basilisks...

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

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

"No!" said Hermione. She stood up again. "I'm going to try again, I don't think things are happy enough, that's why it's like this, I'm going to keep going!"

She searched for dry intestines again. Really happy memories, she was able to turn them into memories of a good, powerful patron saint, and countless joys from her own success flashed in her mind, but these were 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 herself in the end? Why can I survive these dangers?

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

Yes, it's the one who makes me save myself from danger every time I'm in danger. What could be closer to true happiness?

The corners of her mouth showed a knowing smile, and that beautiful smile almost made Ye Ting stunned.

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