The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

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

A dementor slowly floated out of the closet.

Its hooded face turned towards Hermione, a rotting hand clutching its cloak. The lights around the Room of Requirement flickered and went out. It came out of the wardrobe and began to walk quickly and silently towards Hermione, taking a deep breath as it did so. A bone-chilling cold hit her...

"Wall Guard!" Hermione shouted, "Wall Guard! Call Guard..."

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

"Hermione!" Hermione returned to reality. She found herself sitting on the floor, asking Curry to explode again. She didn't have to wonder what had just happened.

"Sorry." She whispered, sitting up, feeling tears about to flow out of her eyes.

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

Suddenly, Hermione stood up and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. Ye Ting had no choice but to hold 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 it," Ye Ting handed her a piece of chocolate frog, "You can rest for a while and we will try again later. I don't expect you to be able 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 on the broom, I saw the troll, I saw the basilisk."

Ye Ting's face looked ugly, and he could only say over and over again, "Everything has passed, hasn't it? They have nothing to fear, everything has passed."

"I'm going to try again." Hermione whispered after finishing the chocolate frog.

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

"I have to continue!" Hermione shouted, "I have to do this! I can't always be overwhelmed by these fears! Otherwise, I will never be able to catch up with you again."

Oh, she is indeed the "Miss Know-it-all".

Not only smart, but also strong and unwilling to admit defeat.

She is indeed a strong girl.

"Okay then," Ye Ting said, patting Hermione on the back, "You may want to choose another memory, a happy memory. I mean, change it and think about it wholeheartedly. , your memory just now seems not strong enough!"

"I see" Hermione nodded.

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

"Ready." Hermione said, trying her best to fill her mind with the fact that she was praised by the teacher in class and got full marks in the exam...

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

The Room of Requirement suddenly became cold and dark again. The dementor slithered forward, rattling and breathing, and ten putrid hands stretched out towards Hermione...

"Wall Guard!" Hermione shouted, "Wall Guard! Call Guard..."

The disgusting memories made her lose her mind again. She fell from a high altitude in despair, faced a giant monster alone, and was chased by a basilisk...

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up..." Ye Ting shook her shoulders. This time, it took Hermione a minute to understand why she was lying in Ye Ting's arms.

"I feel sad." Ye Ting said apologetically, "Listen, Hermione, maybe we should stop here today. This kind of spell is too advanced, and I don't agree to let you learn this so early... ..."

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

She searched again. Really happy memories, memories that she could turn into a good and powerful patron saint. Countless joys brought about by her success flashed through her mind, but these were no different from the memories just now.

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

She suddenly thought of the dangers she faced. What happened to her after these crises? Why was she able to survive these dangers?

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

Yes, it is that person who allows me to save myself from danger every time. What else can be closer to true happiness than this?

A knowing smile appeared on her lips, and Ye Ting was almost stunned by that beautiful smile.

"Are you ready?" Ye Ting said, as if doing so was against his correct judgment.

"Last question." Hermione turned to glance at Ye Ting, "You will always be by my side to protect me, right?"

"That's right, if you fail, I will lock up the dementors in time just like before."

"Really?" Hermione smiled and nodded. She was not asking Ye Ting about Dementors. Ye Ting completely got the wrong answer.

However, she seems to have gotten the answer she wanted.

"I'm ready."

"Are you trying to concentrate? Okay, let's start!" He opened the closet door for the third time, and the Dementor floated out of the closet, and coldness and darkness filled the Room of Requirement.

Desperate memories overwhelmed her again: flying broomsticks, trolls, basilisks... But this time, she was not repelled by the memories, because she thought that after every despair, there is a A twists and turns, a heart-warming ending?

Yes, he has protected me every time and he will always be by my side.

So, what else is there to be afraid of?

Mere fear, in the end, is nothing more than some thrilling but meaningful memories.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The memories gradually faded in her mind, and the Dementor in front of her stopped, and then a silver shadow shot out from the end of Hermione's wand, hovering between her and the Dementor, although Hermione felt that her legs It was extremely soft, but she was still standing on her own after all, although she didn't know how long she could stand...

"Call the gods to protect you!"

It was Ye Ting's voice. A dragon shining with silver-white light rushed forward and faced the dementor instead of Hermione's patron saint. The dragon just bumped lightly and the dementor was pressed into the closet unable to move. Ye Ting Ting snapped his fingers and the closet door was immediately closed.

Hermione felt that she could no longer hold on, her legs completely softened, and the Patronus disappeared into the air.

Ye Ting came behind her and caught Hermione, who was completely exhausted. .